sister and such

Checking in from our adventures in new parenting. Sister seems to be misinterpreting her cozy cage as her personal toilet (much to our embarrassment on this special day when our friend Mel stopped by to let her out). She has thankfully started to sleep through most of the night…or perhaps husBen and I are getting used to our quality earplugs. Quimby moved past his jealousy phase and seems more content in the “I don’t care if we keep that thing, because I am clearly still more attractive” phase, which we welcome with full gratitude, as we were really fearing his persistent disdain for our decision.

In short, we are doing all right over here. The lack of sleep and constant washing of either Sister or her bedding is worth it and somehow still based in joy. She is just so darn cute and dependent on us that we are able to respond consistently with love, even if occasionally admixed with exhaustion/confusion. I imagine this teamwork approach as a microcosm of what our future child-bearing years will look like—my pseudo-feminist self has always harped on equality in marriage, but this new puppy confirms my hopes for that goal. Once again, I find myself so thankful for husBen.

I know it is one week late, but we plan to finally celebrate Valentine’s Day tomorrow night with a new restaurant and a great bottle of wine. Guess what? We don’t even need a babysitter! Quimby’s got it under control.