Long ago, Lucy became (at least to me) Lou or Louie. If she was being especially naughty, she became Louis. My own mother only used my full name when she was cross with me, maybe that's why. Louis feels more formal, don't you think?
Now, may I present to you: Evil Kanevil. AKA Crazycakes. Or maybe we should just call her Fearless.
Yes, this is the baby who isn't yet walking (cruising all over town, will hold your hand while walking but will not yet brave it alone) yet she stands at the bottom of the stairs and literally rattles the gate. If allowed, she would climb those stairs faster than you can say Evilkanevilcrazycakes. And believe me, she's tried. And succeeded (don't ask). She's also a fan of slide climbing (see top photo, as she plans her ascent).
She also learned how to scoot the stool the big kids use to wash their hands, over to the ottoman and climb said ottoman.
Yes, this incredibly innocent little creature is actually quite devious. Not to mention, she is a workout. Take her away from the spot of acrobatics du jour and she goes right back to it. And then she laughs at you.
She's pouting here. Because I wouldn't let her push that cushion over to the love seat and use the cushion as a ladder. To climb the loveseat, of course. (By the way, we do normally wear clothes in our house it was just really really hot that day). Like, really hot.
Can you hear the eyeballs rolling out of my head?
In other news, I've been very busy packing for five people (see above). I must be one of the worst packers on the planet. I'm sure it would be easier if I wasn't interrupted every fifteen seconds. And when I do get uninterrupted time it's about fifteen o'clock and I'm plain exhausted and not thinking straight and bed just seems so much more appealing.
Like everything at our house, it will get done, maybe at the eleventh hour, but we will not arrive at the airport without luggage. We might not have the world's most organized carry-on bag and we might forget something, but the good news is, we're not going to Mars so I'm pretty sure if we run out of baby wipes we'll be able to buy them at our final destination.
I'm in slight denial about the cross country flight with twin toddlers but I'm going to do my best to channel my Disneyworld "Can Do" attitude. I'll be whistling "Hakuna Matata" and thinking about the end reward which is family, friends and the best beer and coffee in the world (yes, I know you can get Stumptown in New York now but there is something about visiting the Mother Ship that is incomparable).
This weekend, Ellie and I had a little "Day of Beauty." OK I may be overstating it slightly: We both got haircuts, I got a pedicure and she got a manicure (her first! Sniff!). As I always do, I reveled in the one kid glory and with my ability to focus all my attention on one person, rather than feeling like I'm being pulled in nineteen different directions. Not that there is anything wrong with nineteen different directions (it's our new normal and for the most part, I'm all in) but it's nice for all of us to get that little respite.
I think everyone agrees.