Steve is his name and the bigger the better is his game. He is a great dad, a very hard worker and a wonderful husband. In a previous life I am sure he was a farmer, a logger, a sea captain or an ice road trucker. He cannot remember the words to any songs so he makes them up as he goes along, but he remembers dumb things like the price of gas when he was 3 or what he scored on a math test in the 5th grade. He is very anal about his lawn and mows it 3 times a week. If a neighbor cuts down a tree and by neighbor I mean anyone within a 5 mile radius of our house, he will volunteer to cut the wood up and bring it home. The backyard looks like a logging camp. There is enough firewood to burn for the next 5 years.
When he went to buy a new lawn mower we agreed on a price to get a good riding one. Well he decided bigger is better so he got a commercial one, our agreement was just the down payment. He also purchased the most expensive stroller in the world, it's made by John Deere and takes my parking spot in the garage. Yes he has a tractor, not a lawn tractor a real farmers tractor. We live in a neighborhood. He takes the kids for rides around the block, if they all want to go he hooks it up to the landscaping trailer and loads them in. We are the white trash of the neighbor. He also has implements to go along with it, like forks and a plow.Nici was home for mothers day so Steve decided she needed a ride on his tractor. Mind you she is 3 months pregnant with our grandchild. She sits on his lap as he drives through the neighborhood yelling, "If you don't have a tractor you don't have crap", just to embarrass her of course. He owns at least 3 chain saws of various sizes and is a card caring member of the NRA. He still works at Generous Motors going on 40 years. The man definitely has stamina.
After each child that came into our home he said,"enough", but with every new child he said, "OK".
When we got the call to go and see AnnaLisa in the NICU he was {to my surprise} quite excited about it. You would think with 14 kids at home he would have been a little hesitant but no, he pulled out him cell phone and took videos of her.
I do believe the most joy he gets out of life is to embarrass his girls. He will dance in a store if he likes the music that's playing over the store speakers or wait until a nice looking boy is near and say real loud to whom ever went with him "don't forget your depends. And please don't make the man stand in line for too long or he will say something like, "this would be a nice place to open a store", very loudly. He has also been known to grab their hand and pretend to be their boyfriend if a kid from school looks their way. They turn red and he just laughs.
When he was about to go through his midlife crisis I really felt sorry for. If he had wanted to pick up a woman {which I know he never would because he has me}, I could just hear him trying to explain a back seat full of toddler car seats. When asked how many children he has, coughing out 15 under his breath. What a thrill kill that would be. So I agreed with him about getting a baby, yes his baby a 2001 Red Pontiac Trans Am. At least he could look cool while driving his kids around.
He is the sane to my dementia, the rational to my irrational, the calm to my storm and the best daddy to my babies any woman could have.
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