lately, didion has had turned it up to eleven all day, every day … during business hours, that is. when steven comes home, didion has usually calmed down from his busy, frenetic day, and i suspected steven didn’t fully understand how exhausting it is to entertain and feed and change and soothe and entertain and feed … yadda-yadda … a baby 8-10 hours straight. last weekend, i thought steven would finally get to see our tasmanian-devil spawn in action and would, therefore, find “frazzled mommy” an entirely appropriate persona. but last weekend, didion outsmarted me by taking naps on both saturday and sunday … and not short naps, mind you … they were three-hour naps.

but today, didion was even extra on fire, and he didn’t slow down when steven got home. steven finally had the opportunity to fully experience “didion as supernova” … bouncing, kicking, singing, howling, jabbering, eating, peeing, lookin’ around … doing all of it over and over, and — i swear — a couple of times, all at once …

steven asked me with innocent wonder in the inflection of his voice, “has he been like this all day?”

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i can happily attest that steven, right at this moment, looks as beat down as i do.