My Sweet Tornado

Had I have known what my sweet baby girl's personality would be, I might have decided on the name Tornado verses Elis. It would have been a lot more fitting. Bless her heart. They always say you get paid back for all the grief you put your parents through. Well, if that is true - my mama is laughing in heaven. (I don't really think that, but if that was how it worked... she would be.)

I would say that she keeps me on my toes on a daily basis, but it is more like on a seconds basis. I never know where she is going to be or what she is going to be in! She has gotten obsessed with taking her diaper off. Brandon and I put her diaper on backwards now so that she can't get to the tabs as easy. I was trying to wait until summer to potty train so that my schedule could be free, but after this incident it looks like we are going to have to speed it up a bit.

These pictures are just a glimpse into a day with Elis. ;)

Viewer discretion is advised. You may want to throw up after viewing these pictures.

She apparently didn't nap today. More like finger painted with poo. They get more graphic.

There is the wonderful invention of the diaper being robbed of it's talent of catching human waste by laying on the floor where it was so distastefully thrown. Along with the diaper... her pants, and the few droplets of poo that managed to escape their demise by the tornado's hands.

She looks so innocent. Just goes to show looks can be deceiving.

What child enjoys the smell of poo. Could you imagine painting yourself with it? Gross!

More evidence of disaster.

And more.

And more. She looks so happy to be so bad. ;)

As you can see, I called Daddy in from working in the yard to disinfect the subject while I scrubbed the room down.



Whew! It will be her one turn one day with her own tornado, and I'll have these pictures of proof of her disastrous days. Her complaining will fall on deaf ears.

All in the day of the life of Elis!