Every day we have several tornadoes tear through our house.  It usually hits around 7:30 am and then another touches down in the afternoon.  This tornado is small, but packs a powerful punch.  We call our tornado, Baden.  He loves to open cabinets and drawers and throw everything out.  I think it is his favorite past time.  When he’s really quiet is when the big one has hit.  It’s just like the real thing — the calm before the storm.  I never knew a sweet, cherubic faced 14 month old could destroy almost everything in his wake.  He is such a sweetie and I thought he is a good balance to Billy who can be difficult at times.  Well he is a good balance, but he is a walking diaster.  Nothing is safe.  I thought I had things pretty well child proofed, but I must have gotten lax because if it’s not Baden will find it.  Bill’s scriptures have paid the price of our little tornado along with several other items throughout the house. Speaking from experience tornadoes are no fun, but this one sure is cute.