I just found this picture. I had to post it as the perfect example of why we call her Tornado Eirinn. It’s not that she’s particularly bad (although, she can be) or that she is particularly messy (although, she is). It’s that she is just wild. She takes an enormous amount of energy, even to just hold her.
To be fair, this was supposed to be an adorable open-mouth baby kiss; she was not trying to eat my mom’s face. At least that’s what Eirinn would have us believe.