Damage Control

The reason that I haven't been able to blog at all since December, just turned two years of age and has kept me on my toes twice as much as any ballerina. Her name is Senoria Destructa, aka Kalea the terrible. It seems that I now spend my days doing nothing but damage control following in her hurricane-like wake that would make even (Hurricane) Katrina jealous. She is on the counter, in the cabinets, and pulling the DVD's out of their cubbie all at the same time. I tremble with fear at the thought of checking my e-mail or going to the bathroom. I zoned for two seconds and found that the tiny Picasso had scribbled not only in red, but blue, green and orange, all over the "kid's wing" of our house. All over it. She is all of the forces of nature mixed and smoothed into an angelic face with beautiful hazel eyes and a smile that could win anyone over....who would even guess that behind that facade could be such a force that would make any baby-sitter sake in their Converse. Even as I type, she is hiding away in the garage filling her diaper and eating finger paint while trying to reassure me that it is 'yum.'