One Armed Bandit

I wish I could say that the above title means I won big in Las Vegas, or maybe even one of the Indian casinoes nearby, but it refers to my newly developed ability to accomplish my to do list with one hand. No, the other is not tied behind my back. My other arm is wrapped around a 25 pound monkey who now clings to my neck and shirt when I hold him, which is ALWAYS because although he can now crawl, being carried everywhere is so much faster than being a quadriped. Albeit a quadriped who is still a wee bit unsteady and has a propensity for bumping into things.

I can now mix and bake a cake with one hand, complete my entire makeup routine with one hand, and complete a variety of other household duties while balancing a baby on my hip. One hand hold the mascara wand, the other hand holds the tube at a crazy angle to prevent Lucas's first introduction to the wide world of cosmetics. I don't think his father would be pleased. I realize that such activities are probably limiting Lucas's development, but the thought of cleaning cake batter, eye-makeup, and wads of chewed up paper out of his chubby fists far out-weigh any developmental need. He's a smart kid. I'm sure he'll catch up.