Storm's a Brewin'

First there was Andrew, the tiny tornado.  I thought I had my hands full with this one.  (And I DID.)  Crawling at 5 months, pulling up on things at 6 months, cruising at 7 months, walking at 10 months, and getting into any and everything he could get his hands on.  And his energy level?  It was off the Richter scale.

 Then came Emily, the huggable hurricane.  Virtually a slug for 8 months, she decided to make up for lost time from then on to make messes where messes have not gone before, leaving destruction and adorability in her path.  The main trouble with the huggable hurricane is not the destruction, but the violent tantrums that follow this terrible storm.  (But I WANT to eat my Bisquick/saliva paste off my hands...And I will.)

 But nothing...NOTHING could have prepared me for what came next.  Charlie.  The Silent Tsunami.  His may be the most dangerous storm, because you never see it coming.  And worse, sometimes you don't know it's happening for quite some time.  No trash can is safe.  No room will be left undiscovered.  No toilet will be free from splashing.  No human form will be left alone.  They are no longer human beings, but standing platforms and scratching posts for his deadly fingernails.  And to top it off, when the tsunami is caught...he will flash one of his million dollar smiles and show you the egg shells he has been smashing all over the kitchen floor.

Nothing could have prepared me for these three natural disasters, but nothing could have prepared me for the fun I have with them.  What cuties.