We Call Her Our Tornado.

Miss E is in full fledged tornado stage right now. I remember when H was like this, though I think he hit it a lot sooner than E. You turn away for a moment and she is into everything and anything.

Everything she touches is destroyed in 30 seconds flat.

Toys, what are those? Who needs toys when you can rip open child-proofed cupboards and spread the contents everywhere.

Just this morning, in the time it took me to brush my teeth she had transported every single book out of her bedroom and into mine.

I think that's why God makes toddlers so darn cute, because it's hard to stay mad when they look like this.

This is just a day of our life with the walking, sometimes fire-breathing tornado that we love.

At the library inside of one of the bookshelves.

See all the crayons on the floor? This is one of her favorite library activities, dumping out all the crayons the second we arrive.

Same day, same sort of mess, but this was take two as an hour after getting everything put away and the cupboard locked again I made the mistake of walking downstairs to grab a laundry basket. Not only did that give her time to create a disaster but also to start practicing her flying. After this, I left the mess until bedtime.

And we are no longer using the child proof locks she knows how to open but we are using those old fashioned things called, rubber bands.