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!
I'm a crafter stuck in a scientist's body. I cook, sew, make pretty things, do crazy things like run half marathons, work full time, sleep when I can, and clean only when I have to. I can often be seen trying to shove 10 pounds of stuff into a 5 pound bag!