Storm Chaser

I am a storm chaser. No, not the kind you might be thinking of. I don't get into my pickup truck and crazily follow tornadoes across the plains. I chase a tornado of a different kind. This twister lives in my house, and is disguised in the form of a sweet 16 month old girl. Don't let her sunny disposition fool you. This little girl is the rootinest, tootinest, messiest being alive.

Wherever she goes she leaves a path of destruction in her wake. I can't turn my back for a second. A list of her recent crimes include:

• Overturning a basket of folded clothes
• Taking EVERY DVD out of the TV stand
• Pulling all of the books off her book shelves
• Climbing up on the dining room chair just to pull the table cloth off
• Relocating all of the shoes that were neatly in a line by the door
• Pulling items OUT of the garbage can
• Attempting to drown Nate's Kung Zhu pet in the toilet
• Tipping over the cat's food bowl

This list could go on and on. I fear we have entered a very busy and messy phase of toddlerhood around  these parts. Let's hope the house...and my patience survive!