Quick story...

Oct. 13, 2009 -- We affectionately call Tate, 'Tornado Tate' because he literally comes into a room and destructs it. Mommy was cooking dinner the other night and Tate was in the kitchen babbling away. Daddy came home and started laughing hysterically. I looked down and saw that all the tupperware was out of the cabinets, the sippy cups were out of the drawer and all my teabags were strung out from the pantry, not to mention he got into the recycling bin and peppered the floor with trash. All of this happened in basically five minutes. He was having a blast so I had to laugh not knowing that this would be how every day would go from here on out.