Katrina

Katrina...that is Sara's new nickname. It fits her perfectly.

Here is the definition of Hurricane:

a violent tropical cyclone with winds moving at 73 or more miles per hour, typically causes massive destruction in it's wake, often accompanied by torrential rains

Here is that definition personified:

a violent child that moves at amazingly alarming speeds destroying any since of order and cleanliness in your home, typically followed by lots of crying

You see...hardly a difference. Well except most places are susceptible to damaged by hurricanes at most a few times a year. My home on the other hand is host everyday to a little monster hurricane. So we call her Katrina.

She has a mean streak a mile long. She pinches and pushes, pulls hair, head-butts, gouges and throws. And when you try to stop her it only escalates. The only option is to run.

And then there is the mess left in her wake. I can follow the trail she leaves in my house. First she hits the dresser in my room - all her clothes are on the floor. Next she moves to the girls room - every toy within reach is on the floor. Then the bookshelf - every book is on the floor. Her next stop is usually the powder bathroom - all the toilet paper is on the floor. In the living room next - all the DVDs are on the floor. The kitchen is where she must have touched down, because - every towel, cooking utensil, sip cup accessory, bowl, cup, and food within her reach is ON THE FLOOR.

Do you see the pattern. She and the floor must have some little contract going.

I used to wonder why people choose to live in Hurricane districts. Now I have some empathy. Sara is too cut to be too impossible. And I am sure Florida has it's advantages too.