Well, time keeps marching and babies keep growing.
Our LittleDebbie started walking and is now a toddler. A true toddler.
She is a force of nature. She blows into a room, and when she blows out again, nothing is the same. Socks are in the cabinet. Books are in the bathtub. Water has been spilled all over. A path of destruction follows her wherever she goes. And she's loud. She has an ear-splitting howl that doesn't seem to stop.
She's very much like a tiny Hurricane.
Her severity rating might change day to day, but she never downgrades to a tropical storm.
She also climbs whatever she can find. HeyMama is becoming adept at getting in and out of her top bunk without the ladder. The ladder is too much of a temptation for our Hurricane. She's quickly to the third rung before the bigger girls start shouting "Mama! LittleDebbie's getting into big big trouble! Come quick! Heeellllpppp!" I run in to find one or both of the girls trying to wrestle her off the ladder, while LittleDebbie shrieks and fights.
Our house is mayhem. Adorable and fun, but mayhem. But what can you expect when you live with a Hurricane?
