Love Means...

Realizing that strange claw-less creature is much slower and less nimble than you, and seems to be sticking around, so you may as well try to make friends, sometimes.

Cleaning the pee and poop of everything at seven in the morning.

Agreeing to drop by your husband's place of work to bring him the red socks he says he needs by the end of the day (you don't know why; you just trust it's important).

Rocking a small creature who's a little bit ill and would rather play than sleep from 4-5am.

The night before last Stefin and I were both exhausted (unbelievable, I know).  He and Aeli went on a walk to Mardi Gras Mart at nine, and I was in bed by the time they got back.  Stefin went in the next room to put the babe to sleep.

I dozed off, then awoke to Aeli peering over the edge of our bed.  No papa in sight.

"Doooh!  Boooo!" he said.

I called for Stefin.

Once, twice, three times, a-loudly.

No answer.

Finally I picked up my phone and dialed Stefin.

"Hello?"  he answered groggily.

He had fallen asleep on Aeli's floor.

It's nice that Aeli crawled back into our room rather than straight into the "forbidden bathroom," that houses Huck's litter box and a low shelf of my makeup.

Silly bear.