Mason's getting more and more interested when I'm cooking in the kitchen .. unfortunately his idea of helping is wanting to dump his bowl of beans (his normal kitchen distraction) into whatever bowl I'm currently stirring. So I relegated him to his high chair during cake preparation and distracted him with Nutter Butters. Can't say he was too unhappy about it.
Because it's Marc's birthday I thought I would post a couple of things to let you get to know him better.
1. He's very very smart. He's the smartest guy I know. He has his Masters degree in Genetics and routinely has to dumb down what he does at work for me every day so that I can pretend to understand. But he loves it. If you ask him what he does he'll enthusiastically talk your ear off until he realizes your eyes have glazed over and you're very confused.
2. He's a great dad. He loves Mason more than anything and Mason adores him too. He always volunteers to take Mason places with him to give me time alone. He never complains about changing diapers or cleaning up the mess of toys or the piles of sand Mason transfers from the sandbox to the grass. He wants to be involved in raising Mason and always wants to know the new thing Mason learned that day or what funny thing Mase did.
3. He's funny. Ask anyone that knows him and they'll tell you Marc is a funny guy. He's always got a one-liner or some sarcastic come back. He's able to laugh at himself, too. He loves to make people laugh and is always in a good mood. He is a good sport at letting people make fun of him, too, and doesn't get upset at it. He loves his friends and is always goofing off with them.
4. He loves Angels baseball. He keeps up with all the detailed stats of all the players and can spout them off to you in the blink of an eye. He always knows who they're playing and what their record is and how their opponents are doing. One of the best days of his life was when he got to go play baseball with just a few other guys out on the field at Angel Stadium -- batting from home plate, using their helmets and bats, pitching in the bullpen, catching fly balls in the outfield, sitting in the dug out. He still talks about it. He also loves getting Mason in to all things baseball. He got him a little toddler mitt and taught him how to hit off of a tee.
5. He likes to golf and he's good at it. He's also a very patient teacher because I stink at it but he still wants me to go play with him.
6. He makes me want to be a better person. He believes in me. He encourages me to try new things. Like the time that we went on vacation to Yosemite and hiked one of the hardest hikes in the whole park - to the top of Halfdome. 17 miles roundtrip and I probably whined a good 4-5 miles total.
But he kept encouraging me. And sharing his snacks with me since I didn't ration mine properly. And telling me that I could do it and that he believed in me. And that's kind of the perfect metaphor for our life. I love you, honey, Happy Birthday!