The Cuteness

There are worse things in life than being constantly surrounded by unbearable cuteness. It's one of the few things that recharges my batteries. It's like an adorable form of solar power.

Marcus is turning into a little toddler complete with assisted walking, babbling, giggling, and smiling. He is outrageously flirtatious with women. He has been tolerating me slightly more than usual lately, though I have been wearing more mascara.

Drusilla has absolutely exploded with new skills at an astounding rate. She's using more sentences than ever, expressing her needs (well, mostly her wants), and just being more present than I've ever experienced. Best of all is that she's regained her absolute silliness, which is one of the things I missed the most when she was sick all winter long. She has a goofy yet sly sense of humor that makes my heart beat a happy tango. She *knows* when she's being funny but will act like she doesn't notice. I absolutely love it.

Both of the kids are just radiating with energy, which honestly makes it difficult to keep up. Lately Dru has woken at 6am acting like she's had a triple cappuccino - rattling off a half-discernible toddler dialog like a drunk Henry Rollins spoken word performance. I sit quietly and watch in stunned amazement, thinking, just like her mother. Marcus sleeps in (just like his father) but when awake is insistent. He wants his mother. I am not his mother. He wants the remote control for chewing. He still wants his mother. I can't keep up with both of them simultaneously unless they're strapped into a stroller. I don't see how Merry does it.

Myself, I am focused on keeping Merry sane. We have two sitters a week and yoga happening to give her a break. The house projects are continuing, hopefully lending some peace of mind. I must admit to being impatient. But I think the really bad days and the bad days have turned into bad days and bearable days. So I'll take any improvement. I've really felt like a failure as a husband to see her so stressed out. Which makes me want to hire a nanny, or a clown, or both. Wanted: Clown nanny. $12/hour. Must make balloon animals.

Fortunately we have two little clowns of our own to help us laugh and laugh. Which reminds me, Mother's day is coming up. I should probably do something for that.