You know what I hate?
Assembling stuff. Like, IKEA and such. Hate it hate it hate hate hate. It sits at the intersection of three or four cognitive deficits -- "weak spatial intelligence", "poorly coordinated", "short attention span". For larger projects we can add "not very organized" (wait, where's that screwdriver now?) and "not a natural team player".
This is in sharp contrast to my wife, who is really good at it. Given a moderately complex piece to put together -- an IKEA wardrobe, let's say -- she'll do it in about a third the time I will, and with much less cursing and general tsuris.
But I can't offload all the assembly work to her, because (1) we're in a new house, so there is a lot of stuff to be put together, (2) she's really very quite pregnant now, and (3) yes, I have some faint flicker of male pride.
So I'm kind of stupidly pleased with myself today, because I put the Kettcar together. By myself! Okay, almost.
What is a Kettcar, you ask?
A Kettcar is a German four-wheeled pedal vehicle. Americans don't really go for these much -- our kids tend to jump straight from tricycles or Big Wheels to bikes -- but in Germany, it's almost obligatory for a kid between, let's say, ages four and eight.
Kettcars are sturdy things -- I'm told it's common for one to last for many years, passing down from one sibling to another. They're not beautiful, but they have a certain solid functionality.
It was David's birthday this week -- our middle child is five -- so it seemed like a good time to do the Kettcar thing. We bought it last week, and in the afternoon while David was at school I opened the box...
...I won't lie: it took a while. Over an hour. (I think it would probably have taken most people maybe 30-40 minutes.) And Claudia pitched in at the end, with a particularly gnarly bit of (assembling the seat). But it was mostly my work and, you know, I'm absurdly pleased by that.
And David? Absolutely loves it. So.