This is Lola.
If you have been following me long enough now, then you know this darling face. However, I have to be honest. Two is not very pretty on this kid.
But more on the WWII fits another day.
Today I want to introduce to you the child also known as Tornado. Why do my husband and I refer to her as this? Because she is just that. A tornado. She can literally destroy a perfectly clean and organized space in a matter of seconds, if not milliseconds, all so effortlessly and innocently.
I mean overturned baskets of toys, blocks scattered everywhere, baby dolls and bottles in every nook and cranny possible - this kid has no stopping point. We pick up her room at least twice a day and by the time she goes to bed it's a mess again. Today I was putting away Remy's clothes in her room and by the time I had turned my back to put the clothes on the hangers and then turned back around, Lola has already pulled three pairs of shoes and a pack of diapers out of the closet. Then she looked at me with those big brown eyes and said, "Oops. Sowee Mama."
I mean, how can you argue with that?
If only the Roomba picked up toys too...