Last week was fairly uneventful here in Tornado Alley. The usual crazy, crazy, but nothing really note-worthy. Or blog post-worthy, as the case may be.
Today we, as in all three of us, drove north (where they had snow!) to have dinner with our good friends Carly, Eric, and Loooocy. You have to say the ‘oooo’ with great, big, duck lips to get the correct sound. It was a long drive during which time I heard “Mommy? We see Loooocy?” approximately 1,000 times. And no less, would be my guess. She never once asked Daddy because Daddy was driving, making Mommy the navigator and the navigator is the One Who Knows Where We’re Going. I may not always know the directions to get there, but I am the leading expert on our intended destination. I think she was just so excited to see her friend. And to play with her toys.
Lucy and Eirinn are complete personality opposites, as has been the case since they first met when they were wee 5 month olds. Back then, Eirinn slept as little as possible, cried as much as possible, and had to be held while not sleeping and crying. Lucy, on the other hand, slept for hours on end and was content most of the time. Now that they are 20 months old, Eirinn has extreme highs and lows, moments of hysteria, both good and bad, has more energy than 10 toddlers would know what to do with, and is not afraid to let the neighbourhood know how she’s feeling at any given moment (read: she’s LOUD). Lucy, still, is on a permanent even keel. She’s shy (which Eirinn is not), and quiet (which Eirinn most certainly is not), and she is very well behaved (which Eirinn is, but only when she feels like it).
But these two get along like Jenny and Forrest (like peas and carrots). They both love running. They both like Dora, although Eirinn LOVES Dora; Lucy is a bigger Elmo fan. They both think being naughty is hilarious. They are too cute together.
Here Eirinn is teaching Lucy the Macarena. They just finished the “Hey! Macarena!” part.
This shot is a tradition. Nearly everytime we visit Carly and Lucy we take a picture of the girls in this chair. It never fails that one of them is throwing a fit. The first time Eirinn was crying because I wasn’t holding her. The next time Eirinn was crying because Lucy stole her soother. This time was Lucy’s turn. I think she was just sticking it to the Man for telling her where to sit. She’ll sit where she wants to sit, when she wants to sit there. Power to the People.
I hope our two girls stay friends forever. What a great story to be able to tell. To have a friend you’ve known almost literally your entire life? That would be wonderful. That way, if they’re friends forever, that means Carly and I have stayed friends forever. And I hope for nothing less.
(ps, Carly, thanks for dinner! It was delicioso.)