Dear Diary. Yippee, yahey, it's Easter today!

I wanted to take 4-year-old for an Easter egg hunt in the park but he was too lazy to go out so instead we did the hunt in the house. Last year, 4-year-old hid an egg in our bed and we didn't find it till the next day and it melted into the sheets.

I said to 4-year-old, "On Easter, some people go to church and pray."

"What's pray?"

"It's when you pretend to talk to God and Jesus," I said.

"Daddy, I want to pray," said 4-year-old. "Dear Jesus, everyone likes you because you can do magic but I know that your magic is not real because God is magic not you, amen."

I haven't been able to exercise today so I feel like a polar bear trapped in a cage in the zoo.

I'm getting more confident with the baby. The first baby, I was scared to pick it up and put it down. I thought I would drop him or hurt him. But the second one, I'm way more confident, I can pick him up, throw him in the air, and even swing him round and round by his legs. Well, okay, I don't do that last one.

My friend Joe says that his girlfriend did a pregnancy test yesterday and she was really happy that the result was negative. Joe wants children but his girlfriend doesn't. He says, "I just need to use her for the one thing she offers."

In the evening, I was mentally exhausted. 4-year-old kept trying to show me he'd finished all the food on his plate but I just ignored him. Girlfriend took 4-year-old to brush his teeth while I spent half an hour alone to clear my head. Exhaustion is just part of being a parent. I just have to detach myself from it all. You can tell who the childless people are by their happy and optimistic expressions.