The man.
It occurred to me that in a few of my blog posts, that I've kind picked on my dear husband a bit. I didn't want you to get the wrong impression of the man behind the woman- being trampled by the kids, so here are a few reasons why my husband is the bomb. Fo shizzle.
- Any man that looks at a woman with FOUR children, wants to marry her, and make more babies should immediately be moved to the top of the "People we want to clone" list.
- In case you missed it, best ass in the history of asses. If I'm very good, he lets me touch it too.
- He takes care of us. And I don't mean in a brings-home-the-bacon-so-you-can-fry-it (or brings-home-the-fruit-so-you-can-dehydrate-it) kind of way, either. He worries about us. He calls to check on us. HE HEARS THE BABIES WHEN THEY CRY AT NIGHT AND GETS UP WITH ME TO SOOTHE THEM. No, you can't have him. He's mine.
- He takes care of all of the crap around here that I hate. He makes sure the fire is going and the house toasty warm. In the summer, he cleans the pool. He changes the oil in the vehicles before they need it. He cuts the grass. He does all of this and more, without being asked.
- Every morning before he goes to work, without fail, he gets back in bed with me for a minute, kisses me goodbye, and tells me he loves me. Best minute and a half of my day.
- He makes me a better mother. When I'm tired and complaining that I just can't drive to another baseball practice, couldn't they just miss this once?, he reminds me that they need to see that we're dedicated to them and we should go to every one. Even at $3.09 a gallon.
- Best bum EVAR.
- When I fall asleep, exhausted in the bed on a Saturday afternoon, he lets me sleep. And then takes and leaves these pictures of Elle on the compy for me to see. Just in case I forgot how we're going to spend Sunday.
5 comments:
So sweet! And I also wanted to say, we have the same couch! :-) And the same Birthday... funny. I'm loving this blog... thanks for giving me one more thing to be addicted to online! Ha ha!
Awwww. I got a good one too. I wish I could make "My husband brings me coffee in bed every morning" funny.
Love the updates on the splog.
He sounds like "That man", the one that on the TV adds is doing her toenails, and says, "But I think they need another coat"
He knows that your favorite flower is one that only three botanists know the latin name to, and he does. The guy that knows which skirt you mean when you say "the Coral one", and knows it from the "apricot one"
LOL
Just teasing. It sounds like you two are meant for each other.
What a way to raise the bar for the hubbies in the room .....
I all of a sudden have the urge to paint on Wendy's favorite jeans, trim my beard, put on a little Marvin Gaye, turn down the lights and CHANGE THE NEAREST DIAPER I CAN FIND ... too bad all mine are able to wipe themselves now. (whew!)
No man has ever been shot while washing the dishes ... I'm just sayin ...
Thanks all!
Will, it's always a good time for Marvin Gaye.
Larrylilly, something tells me you're not such a bad egg yourself. ;0) Thanks for the comments!
Courtney, if I remember correctly we also share a name on our imaginary boyfriends list. A Mr. Jack Johnson?? Happy almost birthday!
JL...please send detailed instructions on how you got dh to do that immediately. ;0) Mine burns toast.
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