Plumbing at 7pm on Saturday night.

Jesus! I moved to Providence because I love and support my wife, but also for change. Specifically to leave two things behind: the business, and the 1850's farmhouse that I spent 9 years rehabbing. So I can/could dedicate 100% of my love and energy to the wife and lil' man.

Despite the fact that my fantastic wifey did everything in her power for me to get some rest today. I have been a walking fucking zombie all day. Totally brain dead. I tried to nap. But quickly realized that I'm not physically tired. I'm mentally exhausted. You see, the lil' man talks non-stop (which is awesome) and he needs everything he says repeated back to him, so that he understands that I understand. I'm not much of a talker, so this is exhausting for me. I blame my brother for being the first child—he never shut up and I never spoke.

Today we drove to the farmer's market, which was unlike any market I've ever seen. But, shit. I was a walking fucking zombie, so who knows. During the drive over, I was continually repeating what the lil' man was saying while trying to answer my wife's nonstop questions. She also has the gift for gab and is very inquisitive. I was verbally maxed out and unfortunately said, "Can you please (I don't really think I said please) just talk to the lil' man!"

Back to the plumbing ... We are renting a house, so I can have a break from house shit, like plumbing. I fucking hate plumbing. I'd rather re-wire an entire house and get 72 shocks than fix a dripping fucking faucet. But tonight, after tubby time, apparently my incredible curious lil' man thought he'd disassemble the entire drain valve. Was mommy just sitting on the Toto watching? I heard our standard household cry from the second floor, "Hey babe!?"

I went up to see what was going on. Nice, plumbing. I bent down to get a closer look. Not so bad. It didn't take long to reassemble. The best part was, the entire time, the lil' man was leaning on my shoulder, repeating "Daddy fixin' it. Daddy fixin' it. Daddy can fix anything." Sometimes I think THEY break shit, just to make sure their man can fix it.

I love being a father. Especially to a lil' man 6 days beyond two that can take apart an entire drain valve with his bare hands.