Somewhere hidden deep in my family tree, one of my ancestors had sex with a storm and they had offspring. Those genes have been lying dormant in my child until just recently, when K put on her cape and turned into The Great Tornado, whirling through the house at break-neck speed, able to trip over small cats in a single bound. I use to be able to keep up with her, keeping the house in a state of clean, some-what. Now, God help me!

This evening, I just couldn’t take it anymore. So, K and I locked ourselves in the bathroom (the only room in the house that hadn’t been ransacked by the Great Tornado, yet) and had an evening class on Potty Training 101. K is only 16 months, so I have not really tried potty training with her yet. But, she has been showing interest – saying and signing ‘potty’ when Toby or I go to the bathroom, patting on the toilet and saying ‘potty’. taking her diaper wipes and trying to clean the cat’s unmentionables (except, I just mentioned them). So, since K insisted on being naked this evening, I thought we (she) would be naked on the potty. It was a very successful evening. We learned that butt’s and yoni’s go in the toilet, not your feet, or mommy’s shampoo. We learned that once you put the toilet paper in the toilet, you don’t take it out and use it again, and you certainly don’t put it back on the toilet paper roll. It went so well, and K was so mentally exhausted from learning about crap, that she went to bed at 6pm!!

Now, to clean the house before tomorrow’s forcasted tormado hits!