Good times

We had more fun in Las Vegas than you would expect from people who hate Las Vegas.

On Thursday, Adam picked me up from school and we headed south.  We got to our hotel at bedtime and I was tired.  I usually don't sleep that well in a hotel, but I did that night.

Friday the first game was at 9:00 AM.  We got there early.  I had pretty good seats next to this crowd.

Charlotte, Ruby, Olivia and Savannah and my parents in the row behind.

Charlotte is in third grade so we talked fractions. (Yeah, I'm the "fun" aunt.)

The first quarter of the game was a little stressful:  7-7 by the end of it.  Then things got warmed up and Elko pulled ahead and all was well.

We all (sans Enoch and Luke and Isaiah) had lunch at IHOP.  Boston wanted chocolate chip pancakes and no one was prepared to deny that cutie anything.

Adam and I went back to our hotel and he did some work and I took a nap, then we went to Home Depot.  We are in home renovation mode.  We met up with my parents for dinner (burgers because that is what my dad wants, always and forever).

Saturday morning was Floor and Decor and Lumber Liquidators.  We are maybe getting closer to a decision but probably not.  Driving to stores took us through more normal neighborhoods and it's good to see another side of Las Vegas away from the strip and personal injury billboards and all the ick that abounds.

The state championship game was at 11:50 and I had the best seat in the house next to Boston.

At one point I told him he was a silly boy.  He said I was a silly mom.  He is such a cutie and I enjoyed sitting by him.  I did have to tell Tabor, who was sitting right behind us, to stop riling him up because he was going to get in trouble with his mom.  

Uncles....

In the game, it became quickly obvious that Elko was the better team.  Isaiah scored 6 three pointers and a few others besides.  He goes to the gym and stays until makes 300 three pointers every night.  It shows.

We loved cheering on Isaiah and Luke and the whole team.  One of their teammates is the son of a girl I went to high school with (a few years younger), another one is the niece of a girl Marianne played basketball against.  I saw Aurora who I grew up with and hadn't seen in probably 20 years.  Elko isn't as small of a town as the one I grew up in, but it is still a small town.

 Jennifer introduced me to someone as Enoch's sister and she said, "Oh, I can tell."

I said, "..."

Like I told Enoch, it's not that you aren't a handsome man.  I just don't want to look like you.

Elko hadn't won state championship since 1981 so victory was sweet.  Here are the boys getting their medals.  

Isaiah

Luke

And the champions!

There was a lot of clapping and cheering and hugging out in the sunshine.  I love this family:

Jennifer, Boston, Luke, Savannah, Isaiah and Enoch

I don't look like him, right?  6' 8"?  Big beard?  No resemblance, right?  Right?!?

It was never quite as warm in Las Vegas as I would have liked (in the upper 50s and I was looking for weather in the 70s).

When we stopped for dinner at Subway in Beaver on the way home and it was 9 degrees, I was sorry for ever complaining about the upper 50s.

I'm happy we were able to make the trip.  It is wonderful to see such hard work rewarded and it's wonderful to be with family.  

Crooked desks and high hopes

Yesterday:

It snowed more.

We had inside recess...

...which was remedied by my students having PE. (Hallelujah!)

An aide asked me if there was a reason the desks were crooked.

Yes, I spent all day getting them in that exact configuration.

Yes, that fosters better learning.

Yes, I hate straight lines.

I didn't say any of that because the question left me speechless.  (The same way I never had a return when people asked me if I curled Mark's hair when he was a toddler who clearly couldn't/wouldn't sit still and I evidently looked like a person who had the skills and willpower to curl a toddler's hair.)

The other day Courtney said that she used to think it was difficult for people who have never been in a classroom to understand what it is like to be a teacher.  But now she thinks it is difficult for some people who are in a classroom to understand what it is like to be a teacher....

Today:

We're going to Las Vegas after school.  It is the Nevada state basketball tournament and we are going to watch our two favorite superstars, Isaiah and Luke.  I'm pretty sure I'm coming home with a trophy.  That's how it works, right?

The aunt gets the trophy?

I thought so.

These are the days..

...of winter not being done with us.  It has felt positively springlike and then it snowed again.  

...of being the old one.  We had a teacher work day yesterday and it was a "credit card lunch" which means that three administrators go three different places with a credit card and we can choose where to go and they buy us lunch.  It's a very creative and nuanced name...

I ended up at Kokonut's with a table full of young fresh faced ladies:  Kate and Miriam and the 4th grade teachers.  They started talking about the shows they watched as children and I was familiar with all of them because my children watched them too.  I said, "You're either really young or I am really old."

One of them, in her late 20s said, "I'm really behind."

I told her she wasn't and it wasn't a race.  Another said that she needed to find a hobby; something to do that mattered.  She said, "I want to be surrounded by people doing good things."

I told her she was.  I pointed around the table and said, "You're surrounded."

So I'm not only the old one, but I'm also the one who gives unsolicited advice to the young'ns when things get serious around the table at Kokonut's.  They're good women and good teachers and I don't want them to feel like they are less than anyone doing anything else.

...of thinking about Jacob and Esau.  I've been considering messes of potage and birthrights.  What do I trade that doesn't matter?  How am I spending my time that is wasting it?

...of reading training.  It's at once onerous and vitally important.  I want to be a better reading teacher.  It matters to me!  And I also don't want to sit for 6 hours and watch a computer screen.  Sitting is the worst and so is online learning.  Miriam and I shared a computer charger since she forgot hers.  We'd go back and forth to get the cord when things got dire for our batteries.  (We were all in our own classrooms.)  During one break I went and told Janelle I was losing my mind.  She concurred.  Another time I went and asked one of those young 4th grade teachers how to get my zoom link back when I lost it.  Those kids that did BYU online?  They know their way around zoom.

Long weekend

It was glorious to spend time together.  Here's what we did.

Saturday we did chores around the house and errands and also went to the last home game of the BYU Women's Basketball team.  It was senior night and we got to see Paisley honored.  She's incredible.  At one point when she was scoring and just being generally awesome, I told Adam that I should have let her bring their dog Squire into our house that one time when she wanted to.  Adam said maybe it helped make her a fighter.  Yay me for fueling her power.  Except she's one of the nicest people around so I don't think she held it against me for not letting Squire into the house.

Also, she's amazing.

And I love her mom.

We only saw each other briefly because she was busy with all the senior stuff, but it was enough for a hug and to ask each other about how Mark and Gavin are doing.  They are the sons we love and share.  We also talked about her newborn grandson who is "perfect" and about my soon to be granddaughter who I'm guessing will also be perfect.

It was fun to be there.

I captured Stephanie and Brent and Paisley (and Brent's mom) on the big screen.  You can sort of see them, but Stephanie was wearing blue and white striped pants and she is the only person I know who could pull them off with that much panache.

Sunday after church and more church meetings and all the things, Adam and I went to Nevada.  

It has been brewing for awhile, but we are buying the little log cabin my grandparents built after their house burned when I was in high school.  To say I'm sentimental about it would be a huge understatement.    Their yard and orchard were a magical place where I played throughout my childhood.  My grandpa gave me my patriarchal blessing in that house and Adam and I had our wedding reception there.  It is sacred ground to me and I appreciate that it matters to Adam too.  

We aren't moving there right now, but it will be our home away from home and hopefully the same magical place for our grandchildren.

We met with our family friend, Andrew, who is also a contractor and talked about a few changes we want to make.  No one has lived there for about ten years so it could use a little love.

Monday we also had a Presidents Day lunch at Marianne's.  Besides the draw of my grandparents' little spot in paradise, I love spending more time with my parents and sisters and their families.  At the lunch we were all supposed to share a quote from a president.  It was heavy on Abraham Lincoln and Ronald Reagan but I mixed it up a little with an Obama quote Braeden sent me.  

I also contributed a quote by Abraham Lincoln:  All that I am or hope to be I owe to my angel mother.

It's true.

Adam and I drove home separately because we were bringing our van back after Olivia and Edgar borrowed it and Edgar made it cleaner than it's been in about ten years.  I listened to a podcast and talked to Mark on the phone.  I stopped in Salt Lake to take Emma birthday present shopping.  It was nice to be with her.  Shopping with her is less fraught than it used to be.  She mostly hates shopping but it was fun to be together.  We stopped in Bath and Body Works to smell candles because you can only look at clothes for so long.  

Adam had been behind me a bit but he joined us for dinner.  Over bowls of Cupbop, Emma told us more about her trip to California and about the Winchester Mansion which they visited and lived up to Emma's little girl dreams.  Adam told her about it when she was seven and she's been wanting to go ever since.

We love our grown girl and spending time with her is always nice.  It was also nice to go home and go to bed!

Grateful Friday

I'm grateful Mark is feeling better.

I'm grateful our children are all happy and enthusiastic about their lives and choices.

I'm grateful to have a job I love.

I'm grateful to be empty nesting with Adam.  I talked to a mother who has kids at home.  She said, "That must feel weird."  

I said, "It's kind of great."

There was an awkward silence and I felt like I had to quickly add that I like my kids....

Still.  It's kind of great.

I'm grateful for wise words that stick with me.  I heard awhile ago, "You are a human, not a robot."  It informs my to do list more often than not.

I'm VERY grateful that it is the weekend.  Adam has been gone for the past three evenings.  I love that he is a man who serves faithfully in his calling, but I also love him and I'll be glad to have more time with him this weekend.  And it's a three day weekend!  Even better.  We're going to Nevada Sunday and having a President's Day lunch at Marianne's on Monday, a.k.a. an excuse to get together.

Birthday girl

 TEN THINGS I LOVE ABOUT EMMA:

1) I love how sensitive she is.  She feels things deeply and cares about people and causes.

2) I love how funny she is.  She doesn't command the room like Braeden, but she is just quietly witty all the time.  For example, recently in our family group chat we were talking about who should be the king of America--you know, like you do.  Emma texted this:

3) This probably is an extension of the preceding one, but I love her quirkiness too.  She maintains a long list of potential band names and album names.  Only she knows why some qualify for one and not the other.  She has certain numbers she avoids because they're bad luck.  She knows about astrology and astronomy and personality tests.  She does sudoku puzzles that are so hard they would feel like torture to me.  (No numbers, just a few circles and some rules....) She's unique, that one.

4) I love how smart she is.  Marianne told me the other day that Desi said, "Adam and Emma are so smart it's scary."  They are smart, but I'm brave so I'm not scared.

5) I love the way Emma wants to help people she loves and I love how she understands me.  I explain something to her about how I feel and she nods and says, "I know." And she does.

6) I love how independent she is...even though it meant she moved away.  She is never happier than when she is figuring things out on her own and doing her thing.  And she makes things happen when they matter to her.

7) I love how loyal she is to her brothers.  She would fight to the death for either of them and we all know it.

8) I love how talented she is musically and artistically. 

9) I love her devotion to the Gospel.  Like everything, (except her eyeliner and lipstick) she is quiet about it.  But when I told her it was weird going to church alone for the first time in my life when Adam got his current calling, she said, "Yeah, I've been going to church alone pretty much since high school."  And she just quietly has.  I love that she doesn't go out of peer pressure.  (Who am I kidding?  Emma has always been impervious to peer pressure, for better or worse.)

10) I love that she is our daughter.  Emma adds beauty and light to our lives.  And razzmatazz.

Happy Birthday Emma Jayne!

The highs and lows

I didn't sleep well and that never yields a great day.

I have three cuts on my hands significant enough for bandaids and two others that I glued together.  People with tissue paper thin skin shouldn't handle so much paper.  I get so many paper cuts, especially in the winter!  (Except the biggest cut was from a knife.  Maybe I just need to wrap my hands in bubble wrap.

One of my students went on the lam twice.  As in people were walking around with walkie talkies trying to locate him.

After a rollicking mess in math with manipulatives, I cleaned that up during recess and wasn't super prepared for my phonics lesson, which, oops, I forgot I was being observed during.

My students did really poorly on a grammar assessment.

I had a headache all day (see above:  not enough sleep).

I had to go to Walmart to get ten laundry baskets for my classroom.  It was to put yoga balls in for students to sit on (so the balls can't roll away).  They have to balance which helps some of them focus. I was on the phone with Marianne and I told her I needed her because the baskets were on the very top shelf.  She said, "You would be amazed how many times people ask me to reach things for them at Walmart."  I wished she, or any of my tall siblings, were there, but alas.  (Why didn't I get any of the height?)  I told her I needed to hang up.  I, of course, couldn't find any employee to help me so I moved things off the lower shelves and climbed up and tipped the stack of laundry baskets so it crashed on my head.  It was the best idea I had.  It made a tremendous crash and a guy in a yellow vest came by and then sped away, not wanting my problem to become his.  I picked everything up and then the cashier didn't give me a tax exemption (school credit card) like she insisted she had.  She said, "Oh, well I thought it worked."  I told her I needed her to fix it and she sent me to customer service.

If you go to Walmart, you deserve what happens to you is the takeaway.

Adam had a work thing and wasn't home for dinner.

I guess, besides climbing the shelves at Walmart, it was more lows than highs.  Some days are like that.

Valentine's Day

Valentine's Day in third grade.  Quite a ride.  They brought the sugar:

With every backpack that was emptied, I could feel my work being cut out for me to keep a lid on it all.

They did pretty well staying away from the table of treats until the appointed time.  It was all very exciting.  We saved the party for the last part of the day.  We made cootie catchers and they distributed their valentines, which were all candy, and I distributed my valentines for them, which were little bags of chips.

They were so excited about the chips.  Imagine squealing and holding Cool Ranch Doritos to your chest in delight.  

There isn't a child there who isn't grateful.

One of them brought me this monkey:

I asked her what we should name him and she immediately said, "Antonio."  I put him by Bruno.  Bruno is kind of our mascot.  As in, if things are hard, we say, "Silencio Bruno!" (from Luca.)

One of my students made Bruno a hat last week.  

After work, Adam and I had steak and roasted potatoes.  Every night is date night around here.

I love my little corner of the world.

Always Mrs. Bennet

I would love to be more like Elizabeth or Jane Bennet, Elinor Dashwood, Anne Elliot.  I'd even take Emma Woodhouse.

But more often than not, I'm Mrs. Bennet.

Friday afternoon I talked to Mark and he was sick.  He was unable to get a Covid test until Monday.  I tried to figure out a way to get him a test, but to no avail.

Adam called Mark and asked if he wanted Adam to come and get him.

Mark said no.  He said he didn't feel like traveling.

So he was quarantined in his room.  The cafeteria delivered his meals and they were gluten free.  Saturday morning he got Rice Chex, milk, some fruit and...some cream cheese.

I'm guessing other people got bagels and it kind of cracked us up that they still sent the cream cheese.

I didn't talk to Mark all day.  I texted him and he texted back infrequently and he was his usual succinct self.  I called him in the afternoon and he didn't answer.  I called him around 5:00 PM and woke him up.  He sounded terrible.  I checked his blood sugar and it was sky high.

Cue Mrs. Bennet.

Later I was texting him and he answered sort of and eventually.  My fertile imagination pictured him feverish and incoherent.  I worry about him more than my other children.  My mom understands why.  So I cried and channeled Mrs. Bennet and we finally got Mark on the phone.  He was in better spirits than I was expecting.  He told us about the cream cheese incident and he seemed OK, though sick.  Adam said, "I'll come tomorrow and bring you medicine and try to get a Covid test.  (Some medicine messes with his monitor and we didn't send him with a good supply of medicine.  I think the year when everyone was masked and didn't get sick lulled us into a false sense of health.)

Mark said, "I think I'm OK.  How about I call you tomorrow if I want you to come."

Adam glanced at me and said, "I'll come."

Because though I'm Mrs. Bennet, Adam is and will always be Colonel Brandon.  

Adam got all the medicine that Mark could take and bought a home Covid test and Mark's results were negative.  (Can you trust those tests?  I have no idea.)

For my part, I had to stay home because I was teaching in Relief Society.   Also, Braeden texted a link because he was speaking in church and I got to watch him.

For all the downsides of the pandemic, that's an upside.

In the evening we celebrated Emma's birthday.  She is going to California to visit Braeden and Anna later this week so we won't see her on her birthday.  In lieu of brothers, we had cousins.  It was fun!  It's been a while with our busy Sundays since we've had them over.

I didn't get a picture of the group, but we had Desi and Mason, Liberty and Nikki and Liliana.  Adam took this picture of the (dairy free) cake I made.  (Mason can't eat dairy.)

We played Codenames:  people born in Nevada verses people not born in Nevada.  (The Nevadans lost.)  And then we sat around the table and swapped stories.

Somehow my humiliation of crying to the junior high principal when Emma was in 8th grade came up and we've come full circle.

Me = Mrs. Bennet.

Acceptance is the first step.

Grateful Friday

I'm a broken record of things I'm grateful for:  Adam, our kids, my extended family, being a teacher, my school.

Here are some off the beaten path things I'm grateful for:

• audio books
• when Adam lies on my side of the bed before I get in so it's warm
• watching Abbott Elementary.  It's a TV show about an elementary school and sometimes it is SPOT ON.
• watching All Creatures Great and Small.  Mark nailed it when he said it was like getting a warm hug.
• paper clips--they're awesome and I use them all day every day.  Whoever invented them was a whiz.
• mandarin oranges
• red grapes
• cheese and crackers
• Newbery books
• Advil
• my plants
• orange ginger lotion from Bath and Body Works
• sunshine
• the days I don't have recess duty

And OK, this is a teacher thing, but it made me really happy.  This particular student struggles a lot with behavior and ADHD.  They are fairly new to the school and I haven't had enough time to crack that particular nut.  Yesterday, they had a writing assessment and this was at the bottom of their paper.  The bottom meaning the whole page was filled!  

I love this story.  It's my best work.  Music to my ears.  And the apostrophe practically made me swoon.

It's a good life if you notice.

I'm in it for the fame

I'm not in it for the fortune, so it must be the fame....

Here's something I noticed: my current students barely tolerate me; my former students adore me.

(I think distance makes the heart grow fonder.)

They come up and hug me at recess.  They practically fall off the bench waving at me in the cafeteria.  The other day I walked into a 4th grade classroom to ask the teacher a question and my former students got completely off task yelling my name and waving.

Um.  Remember last year?  What happened?

When I was walking to my car yesterday, two boys were playing on the playground.  One of them said, "Is that Mrs. Davis?"

The other one asked, "Is that your teacher?"

He said, "Last year."  And he waved with great enthusiasm.  

And if all of that adoration doesn't go to my head, also yesterday one of my students did this on her math paper.

I feel like I've hit the big time.

Except for all the times when they say things like, "Can we go home yet?" and "When's lunch?" and "WHY do we have to do this?"

Or the times when they blatantly ignore me.

Or the times when they cheer when we are having a day off school.

Besides those times, I'm a pretty big deal.

Exciting times

I wear boots almost every day to school in the winter.  Some of them zip but when I wear the ones with no zippers, I wonder why we don't have a boot jack.  I asked Adam if he had a boot jack when he was growing up and he said no.

We always had one (except I couldn't tell you where there is one in my parents' house now...by the back door?).

I think these boot jack thoughts and then I promptly forget until the next time.

Last night, I thought two thoughts:  why don't we have a boot jack? and where do you even get a boot jack?

Amazon.

I ordered one.  So that was exciting.

In yesterday's exciting addition of what will the third graders say next, one of my students asked me if it was OK if he said the "k" word.

I had no idea.  "What is the "k" word?" I asked carefully.

He said, in a stage whisper, "Cramp.  Because I have one in my leg." 

Hands down the most exciting part of the day for me yesterday was when I used Blocksi and blocked several students from going to Youtube when they were supposed to be doing Lexia. I got an inordinate amount of pleasure from their shocked expressions.

I let them know I could watch their online activity.  It's nice to let them know occasionally that I'm in charge.  (They mostly would beg to differ.)

Cascades

Yesterday I felt cascades of all the things.  Some things I have to do, some things I should do (whether or not I exactly want to), and things I want to do.

It's a lot of things.

I was zipping through tasks after school and then was called to a faculty meeting I had forgotten about.

Rats.

As part of the faculty meeting, Jami, our principal showed us a clip from Encanto.  It was the song, "Surface Pressure." In the song Luisa, the strong one, is singing about all the pressure that is placed on her and how she feels like she can't let up or everything will collapse.

So relatable.

I talked to Miriam about it and we felt the same.  We want to do all the things.  We don't want to let anyone down.

But here's to just taking a beat.

The world won't spin off its axis if we aren't perfect.

Weekend

Another weekend.

It started when I woke up to this text that Emma had sent at midnight to our group chat:

Calliope is Emma's car.  Since I have a good imagination, I thought of many reasons why she would send that text and few of them were good.

Braeden, the other early riser in the family sent me this:

When Adam woke up, I got the story.  She was fine which is something that she could have included in her midnight text.  Then Emma came over and told us more of the story.  

She was in her apartment, getting ready for bed.  There was a bang on the door and someone insistently rang the doorbell.  Her roommate talked to them, then asked Emma, "What color is your car?"

Emma said, "White."

Her roommate said, "Oh no. I thought it was silver."

Two women had come to Emma's door.  They were sisters and Russian.  (And turns out Emma can do a pretty good Russian accent when telling the story.) They had been smoking outside their apartment when they saw a driver crash into Emma's and a few other parked cars.  Then the car drove away.  Another good citizen saw it and followed the driver.  

Emma called the police but the good citizen had called the police too.  The crasher of cars was extremely drunk but the police were able to get her.  All's well that ends well (except probably not for the drunk driver).

Poor little Calliope.

And Emma promised not to send me any more texts like that.

When the whole family was hashing it out on the group text, Mark sent this:

When they were babies, I missed a lot of sleep while parenting.  I think Adam surpassed me a long time ago though.  I go to bed and he takes the late shift.

Sunday we decided to go to Logan to see Mark.  Ostensibly it was to take him some stuff.  Really we just miss him.  Hugging him was worth the whole drive.  We gave him some shelf stable gluten free stuff that we'd bought.  (The cafeteria is sometimes randomly closed--for Mardi Gras, for example--and sometimes is out of gluten free food.  Gluten free is the pits.)  We also delivered some insulin and some clothes.  We spent a few precious hours with our Mark and that is sometimes exactly what we need.  When we dropped him off and he was walking away from the car, I said, "What a cute boy."

Adam said, "I love that kid so much."

Here's hoping our love bolsters all of them and keeps them upright in a turbulent world.  It's what we want most.

Grateful Friday

Well, I survived it. 

It's been a very long and very tiring week, but it's Friday.  Fridays keep coming.

Today is a non student day.  I have four meetings plus a completely unrealistic to do list for my classroom.  (Hope springs eternal.)

I'm grateful for a day to reset and do all the things that didn't happen earlier this week because Parent Teacher Conferences were all consuming

I'm grateful for my friends.  Last night when they called us to dinner, I felt a little jolt of pleasure that I got to go eat with my friends.  And I know it doesn't even matter who I sit by.  They are my people.

I'm grateful for Adam.  I love that we can reconnect after our various long days of activities.  The other day I asked him what he was thinking about and he said, "I'm just thinking about how much I like our kids."

We both like them.  A lot.  How lovely that we all ended up in the same family.

I'm grateful for my students.  Some of them cause problems.  They stretch me and test my patience on the daily.  But I also love them.  Last night I had a conference with a student who is leaving the school.  He brought me a gift.  He cried when we were saying goodbye and I put my arm around him and told him he was a great kid and would love his new school.  He is a great kid.  And he is one that has been SO hard.  They struggle, but they worm their way into my heart.

I'm so grateful I get a chance to try my hand at making their third grade year something.

***

Last night when I was closing up shop for the night, I noticed that one of my students had done this while I was talking to her parents.  I have these signs I put on the board and I list underneath what they're supposed to be doing.  (They still ask me ten times and I say, "Look at the board.")  I love when they think that they are being so very clever.

There is tired...

 ...and there's parent teacher conference tired.

Yesterday I drove to school in the dark and I drove home in the dark and I spent 12 exhausting hours at school.

Some parents are terrific and some parents are puzzling and for better or worse, some apples don't fall far from trees.  I mostly love meeting with the parents though.  It is nice to compare notes and give them compliments.  I write down some compliments in advance for each student so I don't forget.

Tomorrow night we do it all over again.  

Best Husband

We may have to agree to disagree on this one, but I have the best husband.

Yesterday I was carrying a big box, my lunch, my water bottle, and my bag.  I got to the school door and I was fumbling in my pocket for my keys and I accidentally dropped my lunch on the sidewalk.  

In my lunch, I had packed some leftover soup in a glass container.

It didn't go well.

The glass shattered and the bottom of my lunch bag (thankfully the bag didn't leak) was a pool of soup with shards of glass floating in it.  In a complete absence of other ideas, I put the whole thing in the fridge.  I would deal with it later, but there was nothing I could do right then.

I texted my family about the auspicious start to my Monday work day.

Later, Adam texted me this:

I thought that was extremely kind of him, but he did more than that.  He cleaned out my lunch bag (cut his finger on a glass shard) and also brought me a pear, some yogurt and some Oreos.  

He's the best possible husband.

That is all.