If he can't do it, no one can!

Be it a cheaply made pool rack, a disproportionately laid out backyard, a never-ceasing CHIRP CHIRP CHIRP coming from a half-blown straightener or even a little tree who got froze in the horrid cold this last winter and could have been called a goner all the way down to the bottom inch, you can be sure that Levi, will make it work. Believe me when I say, the boys appreciation for things is out of this world.

I didn't really understand it, at first. Enter...my straightener. The thing would probably be considered unbearably ghetto to anyone else, but every time I look at it? Fireworks go off of inside of me and I get this inner burst of confidence and pride! [Go ahead, ask me why.] Here's why. Two or three months after moving in with Levi, the stupid thing broke. But not the normal kind of break. Not the every day "It just stopped heating up!" kind of break. No, no. My straightener, is special. Some genius at the Paul Mitchell factory decided that after an hour, they would make the thing automatically turn off. Great, right? The world is making us humans lazier and lazier and who doesn't love em for it? However. They decided to take it a step further. They decided that along with it turning off after that hour, they're going to make it chirp. Over. And over. And over. About every 10 seconds.

...Why?

It doesn't remind you to turn it off, because it does that automatically. It doesn't remind you that you were in the middle of straightening your hair so get back in there and do it, because if it were there for that it would stay hot for you. No, no. The stupid thing just chirps its little heart out letting you know you're officially safe from any potential fire hazard. Great. Thanks for that. Not.

Here's what's worse. What's worse, is when the wires inside of it start waring out so now instead of chirping only once it's off [Paul Mitchell should read that because could that sound any stupider??] the &$%@ thing chirps every time you pick it up, turn it over, bend the cord, don't bend the cord, or move it or jump up and down next to it or sing a song in the shower or go see the grand canyon or ANYTHING in between! The thing just chirped! My instinct?

TOSS THAT SON OF A BLEEP FAR FAR AWAY.

Levi's?

Why don't we fix it. Wait, what?

I am [now] proud to say that I listened to that boy and a few minutes stripping wire, some electrical tape and MOUNDS of duct tape on top later?

Silence. Sigh. It was a beautiful thing, indeed. Thus, Mrs. Appreciation, was born.

So yesterday. One of the most extreme, and possibly awesomest examples of the boys knack for this, I've seen yet. You know that freeze out Arizona had this year? Us desert people aren't exactly prepared for the cold weather and a lot of our trees suffered from it. One, in particular took it pretty hard. She was kind of a runt to begin with, but she was a pretty runt. She just never fully recovered. Her leaves were brown, her trunk was brown, everything was brown and all except for the bottom inch or two - the poor girl could easily have passed as dead. Anyone else would have taken her as a thing of the past. Was Levi willing to give up on her that easily? Heavens no!

I won't even try to put into words the way he salvaged Lil' Sissy. Just see for yourself.

You see that little tiny sprig of life tied up to those two poles? "That's going to be the new tree!!" he told me with the same smile on his face that I'm certain he gave his mother the first time he peed in the potty. Cause he was just that proud. Why? Because once again, he took something that had the potential to let him down, and instead, he found a way to make it work.

My boyfriend, ladies and gentleman. At. His. Finest.