Too Much Love


This is not a real blog post. I am only coming here to tell you that Hugo has learned to climb up on the furniture, swinging his plump little leg up onto the couch, and exerting every ounce of strength to pull his body up. Stella is delighting in this milestone, demanding to hold her “bro” on the couch. And then proceeding to squish and hug him to the point where he’s squirming, and believes the rough love is an invitation to wrestle, and I have visions of falling babies, banged heads, concussions, and rivers of tears. 


These days we often find ourselves saying, OKAY! ENOUGH! TOO MUCH LOVE! TOO MUCH LOVE.