bathing and waiting

A few Saturdays ago I woke up to pounding in the bathroom. I went to investigate and found my two boys ripping out the tile and bathtub. This was a project that we had sort of toyed around with, but I had no idea my husband was just going to go for it one morning. I think it was some form of male nesting, because he really wanted me to have a brand new bathtub to soak in during the early stages of labor and to be able to bathe our newborn in. I wasn't going to complain, that is for sure (although my nesting instincts were going completely crazy while I had to deal with the sheetrock dust and debris scattered about all through my house).

G really does think he is an indispensable asset in these projects, and he is so lucky to have a daddy that not only doesn't mind him being in the way constantly, but actually delights in teaching his little boy how to sand mud down and mix grout properly.

G wasn't exactly useful at all points of the project, however, and he was occasionally shut in his room with paints and/or play dough. But after only a few days of work and/or art projects, we have a new bathroom that looks like

this:

and G has loved taking baths

and then wrapping up in his dragon towel afterward. 

I have also greatly benefitted from this new bathroom. I would not have ever gotten in our old tub (it was so small and old, and while it worked for bathing my little boy, it was not appealing for a relaxing bath AT ALL) , and I am pretty sure I have gotten in the new bath at least daily (sometimes twice a day) for the past week. I don't often post about how truly remarkable the man that I married is, but you all should know that I am filled to the brim with gratitude for my dear husband, and to me, he sets the sun.

(Clearly I am still pregnant, in case you were curious :). Lots of contractions lately, but nothing crazy. Still just waiting. Bathing and waiting.)