Big day

Friday was a big day. We started to see some real progress on our house. Heath had prepped the slab the day before, and the pump truck and concrete truck showed up bright and early Friday morning.

                       

Wait. First I have to make sure that everyone knows about Doggetts and concrete. Do you know? If not, here it is ... concrete is the Doggett family trade. You know what I mean by trade, right?

trade (n) some line of skilled manual or mechanical work; craft

Marlo (Heath's dad)  had a concrete business when Heath was growing up, and because it was in the family, Heath began finishing concrete when he was 12 years old. Since then, he's poured many slabs, sidewalks, porches, and so on. He takes pride in his work, and with the whole I'm-married-to-him-gotta-brag-on-him aside, he's really good at it, too. So when it came time to pour the basement slab for his own house, it was only natural for him to be the one to finish it.

And he did. He had some help since it was a big pour, but all in all, Heath finished it out.

Cash and I even drove down early Friday morning so he could see the action. 

Cash kept saying, "Dat Daddy's contrete."

Yeah, he doesn't look excited here, but he was. He looks more like your typical superintendent, doesn't he? I guess he needs a cup of coffee and a cell phone though. :)

So you ask about that next generation of concrete finishers? I guess we'll have to wait and see.