I've been thinking..."Hurricane" isn't a fair nickname...

"Tornado"? "Tasmanian Devil"? I don't know...I guess F5 Hurricane is the closest because you do experience that "calm before the storm", the eye of the storm where you feel like you can breathe before the 2nd half of the storm, the surge....yeah, we'll stick with Hurricane.
At any rate, Hurricane and I had a very interesting Tuesday. More on that later. But on Monday...somewhere in the eye of the storm...Hurricane was in her pack-and-play being as sweet and quiet as can be. Yeah, I know, ugh-oh. When school was over I went to get her for play. She's naked. No, that's not how I left her. And no, I haven't told this story already. *sigh*
She looks up at me and says "poo-poo". She seemed to know what she was talking about and as I drew closer...I found she indeed did know. She had "gone", removed her diaper and folded it over, and placed it on the opposite side of the p-n-p. Or maybe she moved to the opposite side, who really knows. The point is she was kind enough to not play with it. I inquired as to why she wouldn't cry or loudly repeat "poo-poo" so that Mommy could change her...you know, like most would expect from a 22 month old. She had no words. Just a blank stare as if to ask "do we really need to discuss this?"
Indeed, I agree. What's the point?
We go on to get dressed and go outside. I don't remember much after that...that's when the storm surge came in. It's fairly typical of my days.

Then there is yesterday...we are all outside enjoying the weather. The sand box is our meeting place. For a few minutes all is fine. Everybody is doing their own thing. That's the calm before the storm. Almost without warning (well, you knew it was coming you just weren't sure how it would hit.) Hurricane goes over to Sarah's sand castle...and...strikes. Hard. A word picture....ummm....like she was swimming doggie style in the pool that was Sarah's sand castle. Sarah and I just starred in disbelief. It was over in a flash, but nothing but destruction was left. yeah, ok, it's a sand castle. I wipe the tears and insist it can be rebuilt and begin trying to figure out where to take cover because I knew that wasn't the end of it.
Sure enough...Hurricane picks up sand...and throws it at Sarah. Nice. Sarah never did that. I try my best impression of Michelle Dugger and explain that we don't throw sand. Hurricane does it again. *gasp* I flick her on the hand with firm no-no. SHE DOES IT AGAIN!!!! *double gasp* Here's where my technique fell apart.
I start walking her up to the house to be put in the infamous pack-n-play for a little reflection. That'll show her!
Well, I couldn't do that...I had just cleaned the pack-n-play. Busy moms understand that. So off to the tub we went. And into the tub we went. With a very happy and excited "yippy!" upon entering the "punishment zone". Of course the tub is really just another round of insanity that is a blur. Next thing I know we are eating yummy mac and cheese and asking to go to bed. We all collapse into nap time bliss and the sand throwing was a blip on the radar. I've been scared of the sandbox ever since.

All that is not to say Hurricane is not without her beautiful rainbows! If she loves what she's eating...she'll hum the entire time. She gives the best morning hugs. She has an "I can" attitude. She'll try anything (not including food) and she doesn't tend to give up unless it's to "watch and learn again". She snuggles. And she is absolutely head over heels in love with her sister.

Sarah is....always in trouble. Always. She loves to know what the rules are, and constantly checks to see if we love her enough to call her on the infractions. We love her a lot. *sigh* But at the same time, she's brilliant. She's engaging. She's adorable and fun. She's beginning to think deeper and more seriously about things. And she doesn't seem to care that that "chicken" I'm cleaning for dinner is the same as that "chicken" we see at farms. Isn't that weird?? It always bothered me a bit. And honestly still does! Perhaps it's me that's weird.

I have no pictures. I just weathered the storm this last week!