I Survived

I know this blog is about the boys, but I need a little pat on the back...

Tom is out of town on a hunting trip and I'm here with Marshall. Grandy took Jake back to the lake with him and Gaga. One is SOOOO easy. What did we ever complain about? Anyway, we had fun playing after his "nap" that he never slept in because of the maid's vacuum cleaner (but I'd rather have a clean house) and I taught him how to shoot a gun with his hand and make the sound. I am very cool in his book...today.

Here he is with Jake's Buzz Lightyear laser gun on his arm...shhh, don't tell Jake!

On to dinner time... watching Marshall eat spaghetti with not one, but two, forks. He is serious about his spaghetti. After dinner, he was SO excited for the bath, as was I because that is Step 1 of Bedtime. So, I turn the water on as a naked baby is screaming "Bath! Bath! Bath!" and throwing all his toys in. No. Hot. Water. Called Tom and he told me to check the thermostat. That was normal. Then he offered to call some guy friends to come over and turn on the pilot light for me because it must have blown out in the high winds today. I was a little offended! I don't need help with that...don't you just turn the switch to "pilot"? "No" is the answer. After standing in the garage for what seemed like hours reading little instructions in man-code on the hot water heater, I finally got the friggin thing lit! Hooray. When it said to "turn the knob to ON at an arms length away" I had this vision of my face burning off and being on that "I Survived" show. But, I'm okay, obviously. Verdict is out on whether we have hot water yet. I have to run the bath for 30 min to drain the old water. Tom does A LOT, I mean, A LOT around the house, and now I appreciate this manly man that I have! But, it's good to know, when a pilot light needs lit, no sweat.