Stairs: Check

In other news, it's confirmed: Lucy likes chocolate. (You'll notice she was also offered berries but opted for the chocolate cookie. Good girl).

There I was, yesterday afternoon, mindlessly washing dishes. There were Leo and Ellie, playing Legos in Leo's room. There were Harry and Lucy, wait...where were Harry and Lucy?

I don't know what made me stop and think, in bright flashing lights: "BABY GATE," but I'm here to tell you that mother's intuition is alive and well because "BABY GATE" practically screamed in my head at just the right moment and dash I did.

Yes, I forgot to resecure the baby gate after the twins got up from their morning nap. And so there was Harry and Lucy, the co-conspirators at the top of the stairs, giggling at me in tandem and giddy, visibly bursting with pride (tiny puffed shoulders and grins, oh the grins!) for what they'd accomplished. It seemed like they'd been just waiting to be discovered.

I suppose one could argue that mother's intuition would have had me remember the neglected baby gate before they reached the top, but that would have robbed them of quite the little (thankfully, benign) experience and us of a great family tale to be recalled for years to come.

And in case there was any question? Those two can definitely get up those stairs all by themselves (coming down is a work in progress but thankfully they didn't try that yesterday). Ahem.

In other, other news: Happy twenty-two months, guys! You exhaust me and complete me. How is that even possible?