Logs and Dry Wall

Two years ago Wade and his Dad cut down 3 trees in our front yard. I'm not talking about some little pine trees or dogwoods, I mean 40 or 50 foot maple and oak trees. He rented a lift on a cold windy day the week before Thanksgiving and borrowed a few chain saws and went to work. He scared the crap out of our neighbors, who kept moving their cars further and further down the street, and me but he got them all down in one day. And then for weeks we had six foot pieces of these trees on our front lawn. Actually, now that I think about it, some of those logs were still there at Easter. We paid someone to come and cut the other two down that were even taller and much closer to the house.
Eventually all the wood was cut into smaller pieces and moved to our back yard (just in time for Elle's first birthday party). And today Wade and our friend Justin rented a log splitter and split almost all of the wood and Justin took it to his house to use for firewood.
And that is the difference between me and Wade. He sees something like cutting down giant trees as no big deal. Like it would be stupid for him to not do it himself. I would never in a million years even think that something like that was a possibility.

Sort of like the winter I was pregnant and he decided we should remodel our basement, which was a knotty pine cave with red shag wall to wall carpet. He decided that he was going to rip out all the panelling, and dry wall the whole room, by himself. Well, not exactly by himself, with me as an assistant. Let me paint the picture for you. January. Me with my ever expanding front and backside waddling around Home Depot. Lifting sheets of dry wall with Wade onto one of those flat carts that are usually being pushed around by someone who works there or some type of contractor. Helping him carry his precious 50" TV upstairs for storage so it would not get damaged during the work. He even put together 2 x 4's in the shape of a T so I could use that to hold the dry wall up to the ceiling while he screwed it in. No seriously, I am not joking, this really happened. At one point I actually asked him where all his friends were. We painted the walls and had the new carpet installed just in time for Elle to arrive two weeks later.
The funny thing is, one night he came home from work and I had moved all of the furniture out the room that was going to be the nursery, a queen bed and dresser. And he actually yelled at me for lifting heavy stuff and doing too much!
The guy is crazy, just as crazy as me and I love it!