There was a little girl

So my daughter Pee Pot (new name still pending) is absolutely adorable. Without question - A.Dorable. She is also extremely sweet and snuggly.

However, on the flip side of that she is a breathing incarnation of Destruction. I literally, cannot leave her alone for a single minute without something being torn, ripped, shredded, stomped, broken, colored on, painted on, climbed on, pulled over, pulled off, spilled, poured, eaten or generally destroyed. Drama Queen never did this. As a result, F and I are routinely shocked at the amount of carnage Pee Pot creates. We are child-proofing our house - AGAIN - due to her ability to open refrigerators and pantry doors and either eat everything in sight or create art work in non-traditional mediums. Maybe in her adult life she will be famous for creating masterpieces. . ."Sun and Snow - original artwork by Pee Pot, medium Egg Yolk and Feta Cheese". But the original test for that masterpiece was my living room.

This weekend we had terrible storms and I was glued to the news for hours trying to determine exactly when we needed to retreat to the safety of our basement (answer: Now!!!) After the majority of those storms had passed, another was said to be on the way and the girls, tired of watching the doppler radar, began to whine. I sent Drama Queen and Pee Pot upstairs to watch a movie while I continued to monitor the storms. In exactly 5 minutes, Drama Queen began to call for me to come upstairs "RIGHT NOW". I rolled my eyes to heaven and turned one ear to her and kept the other ear on the TV. "Why do you need me Drama Queen?" "I just need you. Pee Pot has made a mess" "Of Course she has. Clean it up, please - I'm watching for more storms." "No mommy - You NEED to see this". Up the stairs I go. Pee Pot is standing in the middle of the computer/TV room naked from the waist down. This is not totally astonishing - she often forgets to put her pants back on after going potty. What is astonishing is the color of her toes. They are fuschia. Not just her toe nails, but the entirity of the appendages. Also fushia? The intricate art work on the carpet in that room. And the hard wood in the hallway. "She got into my nail polish" Drama Queen explained simply. I throw Pee Pot in the bath tub, send Drama Queen Downstairs for storm monitoring and run with wild abandon to the computer to use my crazy Google-Fu skills to figure out what to clean this up with. (Shaving Cream) I run into the bathroom to get the shaving cream, and then toward the hall closet for a scrubbing cloth. . . .SPLASH! I step in a giant puddle of pee. And this explains the naked Pee Pot of earlier.

Welcome to my world.