Monkey Business

DM was out of town for the last few days (but he's back now, don't go getting any wild ideas about coming to toilet paper my house) and Lolli volunteered to keep the BigM for a night so it was just LM and me. She was an absolute doll and decided to turn on all the cuteness, or quite possibly she is always this cute and I fail to notice with the Prima Donna Princess hogging the spotlight. Either way, after some serious one on one cuddling, she went to bed right away and even slept in an extra hour and a half the next morning. (She is so getting a pony for her next birthday.)

We spent a lazy morning and when it was finally time to get dressed, she climbed up the stairs carrying a stuffed monkey and BigM's plastic dinosaur, Sonny Dirt Rex. However, when it was time to go down, it became quite the ordeal. First, she didn't want to go downstairs. I'm not exactly sure why, there isn't much up there except her clothes and her bed. (Well, there is the bafftub, but that's another post all in itself.)

Thirty seconds later, she decides it is time to go down. She scoots herself down three steps (which is not a quick process) before reaching for me frantically saying, "Uppy, uppy, uppy." So I pick her up (to hopefully get this process on the road) and she then starts screaming "Rockey, rockey, rockey" which I take to mean she wanted to cuddle in the rocking chair. Weird, but okay, let's do it. Nope, rockey = monkey. Pshew, glad we got that sorted out.

She starts down the steps again, refusing my offer to carry her. She laboriously makes her way down to the third step again, before realizing she has a free hand. "Horsey? Horsey? HORSEY! HOR-SEY!" No, dear, that's actually a dinosaur, but go for it. Clutching onto the monkey for dear life, she runs back for S.D.R. and begins, yet again, the trek down the steps. May I carry you? NO. May I carry your monkey? NO. Okay, may I carry your dino... er, horsey? Oohh-tay... and I'm holding the dinosaur. Then she wants to trade. So there we were, slowly meandering down, alternating who is holding which animal at each new step.

Two hours later (fine, it was more like 6 minutes,) when we finally made it to the bottom of the stairs, I realized I had left her shoes in her room.