Baby Daddy

I love this man.  After all, he cooks all our meals, he cleans, he does laundry and only watches the grainy black and white War channel when I'm not at home.

He rides his mountain bike every day and swims laps at least four times a week.  He does this to stay healthy and fit so he can keep taking care of me as we grow old.  Older.  Like losing our hearing old and going out to dinner at 4:00 p.m. old.

He didn't roll his eyes at me (much) when I told him I wanted to buy all this gym equipment since my body is getting flabby and all the pants in my closet laugh at me when I take them off the hanger.

So...

We are in the process of making a "workout room" in an empty bedroom.  He has agreed to be my personal trainer and teach me how to use all this equipment.  He promises to get me in shape and keep me there and I believe him!  Shut up, pants!

Here, he's showing me the proper way to use this sliding board thingy.   

He's a fool if he thinks I'll ever be able to do this.  Sure is fun watching him do it though.

Sometimes I look at him and realize that I should do more for him.  So tonight maybe I'll cook dinner so he won't have to.  Yes.  That's about as likely as me doing one of those pull-ups.  But I will load the dishwasher afterwards...