This weekend Hubby's favorite televised sporting event was on—the Masters golf tournament. BUT, Hubby knew how much I wanted the veggie garden area landscaped so I can finally plant my seedlings outside, so instead of watching golf all day, he worked his butt off! We hired a backhoe/bulldozer and eight hours later a rock wall was built, the land was grated, and stumps were removed, ready for raised beds to be built. (For details and more pictures, including a super-cute shot of Cavan in overalls, check out The Almost-Green Thumb.) Thank you Hubby, thank you! You're the best!
But this weekend is not the only reason I feel like bragging about Hubby today. While I'm on the topic, let me tell you a couple other reasons why I couldn't live without him (in no particular order).
1) He is a do-it-all handy man. Since Hubby is a sculptor, he knows his way around tools. And since he helped build our house, he learned all sorts of other imperative skills for any homeowner (since owning your own home means always having to fix something). If something needs repair, it will be done. Like our shower head and faucets, for example. They drip. It started as a minor, every so often plop of water, but after nearly three years of living in this house, it now rains perpetually. (Upon investigation, apparently our plumber cut some corners and actually installed our custom shower fixtures incorrectly.) So Hubby is fixing this tomorrow with fresh plumbing supplies from our trip to Home Depot this weekend. Better than dropping a hundred bucks on calling out a (different) plumber!
2) Hubby is a hands-on Daddy. We are equal parents. And Daddy is just as comfortable entertaining and caring for Cavan all day as I am. Never afraid to change a diaper or give a bath or comfort a boo boo or tolerate a tantrum. This is an amazing characteristic because I can get a break when I need one. Mommy doesn't need to be "on" all the time, which is helpful now that I'm five-months pregnant. And it will be even more helpful after the baby is born! During August, Cavan belongs to Daddy, so I can try to get some sleep and tend to the baby and just transition into the two-child life. But getting back to the present, let me just introduce my luxurious weekends, thanks to Hubby. On Saturdays and Sundays, Cavan knows to call for Daddy in the morning. And he gets up with her, makes coffee, watches "The Cat and the Hat Knows A Lot About That" and "Miss Spider," and wakes me up an hour or so later for homemade breakfast. A weekend doesn't start any better than sleeping in (with the bed to myself!)
3) And speaking of cooking, Hubby is the household chef. As I have mentioned before, we don't go out to eat anymore (and rarely get takeout). Hubby cooks every night. When it's warm, he does a lot of grilling (oooh, nothing tastes as good as when blackened on a charcoal grill!), but other staples are shrimp stir fry, pork tenderloin, tacos, pasta with homemade sauce, or broiled fish in a white wine sauce. I am really spoiled. I can cook (and when I do, its damn tasty), but I don't enjoy it. Hubby is an artist and that transfers to creating in the kitchen as well.
So those are just a couple of reasons why I love Hubby! Thank you for all your hard work and for taking care of Cavan and I!
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