Todd walks into the kitchen and I greet him with a chest/arm/shoulder shimmy. It’s a move inspired by the dancer Emmit Smith, my new (and only) favorite football player.
Quiet as a mouse, I’m alternating between scraping my index finger along the bottom of the popcorn bowl, and licking the peanut buttery goo off of said finger.
Sometimes, it’s mommy’s turn to lick the batter.
Todd joins in and we’re officially in cahoots, no kids allowed. They can eat the muffins. Every week, we go through exactly two dozen peanut butter muffins.
After a while I turn on the oven light to check. When I attempt to turn it off, I accidentally turn the timer off. And when I attempt to turn the timer back on, I accidentally turn the oven off. Todd sits at the table, eyebrows lifted, a happy little gentle smirky smile on his face.
He lives for this. I’m his entertainment. Like when I go downstairs to get my glasses, only to return with no glasses, because I got distracted by the smell of cat poop and changed the litter box instead.
Or when I ask him every day. “Is today Dancing With the Stars?”
He tells me no, then he tells me what days it actually is on, and I promptly forget, knowing he won’t let me miss it.
I ping pong through life like an absent minded professor, sans the professor part. How would I keep track of anything without him?
But for now that’s just between you and me.
For now, I turn the oven back on, shoot him a warning glare and simply say,"Trevor".
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if you have to play, it may as well be with someone great.
Love the relationship between you and Todd- LOVE the descriptions.
Great snapshot of your life Michelle...thanks for sharing.
Talk about serendipity - I was just reading your post and a comercial for "Dancing with The Stars - THE TOUR" just came on! They're coming to Portland in December (last season's dancers). Wanna come to Portland? ;)
Okay, I need the recipe for peanut butter muffins, please. Sounds fantastic to me!
The ping pong thing is not unique to you - I've decided that my memory exited my body with the placenta from my children. Thus, there is no use in trying to get it back, so I might as well enjoy bouncing off of things. Good thing you have Todd - we all need someone to help us along - might as well be the one who got you pregnant in the first place, eh?
LOVE Hot Toddy, LOVE you for loving Hot Toddy. LOVE hot Toddy for loving you so well!
LOVE this post AND the Trevor post.
As so often when your posts are at least partly about Todd, I simply can not fathom this kind of married relationship--fun, funny, supportive, occasionally silly. Loving.
Bless you for showing me it's possible.
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