Messages of love, written in dirt

My life has become a series of spreadsheets and lists. Schedules, budgets, interview question practice, wish lists, goal lists, chore charts and “to do” lists for my “to do” lists. My life has been reduced to what can neatly be placed in columns and cells (Too bad for my hubby I haven’t added an intimacy column).

Do you ever wonder where time goes? Finnegan will be two years old next month and I still look pregnant. Apparently my body isn’t aware of the fast pace of time either. Speaking of Finnegan the boy is a nudist. Logan will be so proud. Last Thursday morning I heard him chattering to himself so I went in to get him out of his crib. When I walked in he was standing there with a grin from ear to ear completely naked. His footy jammies and diaper lay discarded beside him.

I don’t understand where my children get their desire to be naked from, it’s not like I wander around the house in my underwear or anything…oh wait…never mind, next topic.

This morning while helping Logan get his lunch together he asked if he could have one of the chocolate chip cookies we were putting in his lunch. Since he’d had a big bowl of Mini Wheat’s I said he could. He grabbed a cookie, stared at it with adoration and said “Oh, cookie you are a yummy ball of goodness”. He then promptly shoved the whole cookie into his mouth and munched happily. Kids are so weird.

This past Friday I went to a movie with my friend Shannon. We went to see Letters from Juliet, a romantic comedy, which was very good. I haven’t laughed so hard in a very long time. No, the movie wasn’t all that funny, but the lady in the row front of us sure was. She had gone to the bathroom and upon returning sat in the wrong chair (the seat next to hers). As she sat down I heard a loud “crunch” as she sat on her (or someone else’s) bag of popcorn. For some reason this struck me as the funniest thing on the planet, especially when Shannon turned to look at me grinning like a maniac.

I had just started to calm down ten minutes later when the lady casually got up and slid into the correct seat, sans popcorn bag. That got me going again and it was another ten minutes before I could breathe without bursting into totally inappropriate laughter. I suppose you had to be there to see the humour in it but let me tell you I STILL laugh when I think about it.

Speaking of romantic comedies, it’s amazing how your thoughts change as a relationship progresses from the blush of first love into the comfortableness of marriage, kids, life. I was driving behind a truck the other day on the way home from work that had “I love Daniel” written in the dirt. I though “aw how sweet” before immediately thinking about what I would have written if it were Scott’s car. It would say something romantic like “Wash your damn car Scott”.

But I’d say it with love.