holy, husqvarna!

i live with this guy.  he has energy that lasts literally until his head hits the pillow (or in most cases, when his seat hits any seat).  this guy loves his mother and the mother of his children.  but, the love for his offspring; i've never seen anything like it.  he is forever attempting to eat their faces, fold them up into tiny bundles to smuggle and snuggle until they squirm and scream.  the guy is a complete and utter mushball around them.  he has spent countless hours putting together little #$@%& tikes toys until he's red in the face.  

i've never known anyone stronger.  i've watched him pick up and move our four-wheeler like it was a box of sneakers.  i've been informed of his ability to snapped a deer leg over his knee.  he recently admitted that instead of starting the truck to back it out of the garage, he will simply put it in neutral and push it out.  whaaa?  who does that?!  he can fix washers and garbage disposals, work 40+ hours straight restoring power in the dead of winter when it's 20 below and blowing like a sonuva...  he can land a king when no one else is catching.  he can wipe runny noses and change a stinky diaper with a sammich in his other hand.  the man built his children's swing set out of power poles, digging the holes, plumbing the poles perfectly level.  he excels at grappling and submissions.  he will help his friends out of any situation, just give him a jingle.  he once gave a lady his own spare tire and didn't ask for a thing in return.  he's pulled countless people out of our snowy ditches.  he delivered his own daughter.  he's framed houses, built decks, poured sidewalks, planted trees, and recently, planted perennials and annuals (but please don't tell his lineman buddies) as seen here.

the man hunts, traps, snowmachines all in the dead and darkness of winter.  his reloading station is organized, and his firearm training is at a professional tactical level.  he's great at surprises and keeping secrets.  he can grill a mean steak.  he loves to spoil his wife and kids.  and boy, can he make me laugh. 

but.

this dude's impulsive.  he has a horrendous case of adhd.  he can't seem to not leave his socks in a ball.  his memory's garbage.  his closet is atrocious.  and, he has a really hard time throwing away old razors and empty bottles of body wash.  he never cleans up his face stubble from the sink.  ever.  and when he gets his mind set on something, nothing can change it.  he will find a way to get it.  working a little overtime this weekend?  oh, how convenient.  


this brings me to his father's day gift.  (didn't think  i was going anywhere with this, didya?!)  the man will have any excuse to buy something.  oh, but annie!  it's flag day!  consider it my early thanksgiving present!  so, i guess it saves me from racking my brain on what to buy him.  the difference here is that where i think i'll spend a few coins, he's looking at a small mortgage.  it's always been that way, and it's always made me laugh.  (ok, well not always...)

so without anymore fuss, allow me to introduce the newest member of our machine team! (think: bob the builder)

and can i say, this beast is a hoot!  the thing probably clocks 10 mph at top speed.  so it's nothing to mess around with, but it gets the job done.  where it used to take me anywhere from 3 hours to a couple days - depending on nap times, child's attitude aka meltdown, etc. - mr. man mowed the yard, THE ENTIRE YARD, in under an hour.  holy, husqvarna!  i'm giddy with lawn mowing excitement.  i mowed the front half of the yard two nights ago and was told to be quiet with all my ridiculous laughing.  me, laugh loud, too loud over the roar of a mower?  yes, my friends, it was that much fun.  i predict some serious squabbles at who gets to mow the lawn next week...

this is what our life has come to: grass, lawnmowers, excitement, silliness.