Anyway, my point? I have a horrific memory. Kris, on the other hand, is the kind of guy who sees someone once and remembers them forever. Oh, the guy in the new commercial for antacids? He was also in a commercial for cranberry juice and starred as an extra on an episode of Law & Order in 1994. Kris is always telling me this kind of stuff. His amazing memory and my horrific memory make a lovely pair. I'll be all, "Dude, this one time I went to the zoo and walked all the way to the Canada section to see a moose because I'd never seen one before and it was asleep so I STILL have not seen a moose." And then he'll be like, "DUDE. I know. I was with you. We'd been dating for four years at this point. MY WHOLE FAMILY WAS THERE." Me: *shrug* "Weird, I don't remember that. Have you seen my phone?"
Are you still with me? Here's the summary: Me = horrific memory, Kris = amazing memory.
Kale clearly takes after Kris on this one.
One day this summer I saw a giant, five foot cardboard playhouse and for some (INSANE) reason I thought it would be a good idea to bring the giant, five foot cardboard house home for Kale. Kale (and the cat) LOVED IT. So for the next two months we had a giant, five foot cardboard house in our dining room. Fun, no? No. It wasn't. Our dining room is not nearly big enough to house a five foot cardboard house. Slowly the cardboard house began to tumble as Kale and the cat continually threw themselves into its weak, cardboard walls. One day Kris and I took a deep breath and moved the giant five food cardboard house to the basement - fully expecting a tantrum to ensue. But there was nothing. A couple weeks later, we tore it down completely. Kale didn't say a word. This was at least two months ago. Kale has not mentioned it at all.
A couple nights ago we were eating dinner and Kale was running laps and he suddenly froze, furrowed his brow, and, clearly in a state of panic, started looking for something. And then he said "Where's my white house? I want my white house."
Remember, me = horrific memory.
Just as I was about to lean down and say, "Kale, honey, you're confused. This is Canada. We have a Prime Minister and 24 Sussex Drive. Besides, you have to get elected first - you can't just declare yourself POTUS and move into the White House." - Kris stopped me and said "The cardboard house. He wants the cardboard house."
Or how about the time Kale was being extra silly as we were trying to get ready for the library and I was running on my last bit of patience and it was at the moment when I thought "I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE" that a rubber boot sailed from Kale's hand and landed smack on the side of my head. It was then that I declared "That's it! We're not going to the library!" And we didn't.
But then on the weekend we were getting ready to go to the library and Kale walked over to me and said "We're going to the library now because I didn't hit mama in the head with my rubber dinosaur boot." And again, I'm all "What is this kid talking about???? We have to get him off Dora." And then Kris is there reminding me of the boot incident and I gently touch my still bruised temple and some version of the memory seems to appear behind a thick fog.
And yes, we're coming to the end of this post and I'd love to wrap it up with a purpose or a lesson or something, but (terrible joke coming right up.......) - I can't remember why I even started writing this.
All the more reason to keep blogging! I check back at old posts all the time, to remember what we did and when. I'm also grateful for the thousands of photos I take, as documentation of everything we do. Otherwise the last 2 1/2 years would be one big blur!
ReplyDeleteAHAHAHAHHAHAAA! Soo good! I used to have a great memory (as in I used to remember numbers that people would purposefully say to me to remember - and I would recite it back days later) and then I had children. But I can still retain a lot of useless information.
ReplyDeleteJax also has great memory. I'm glad though because once I'm old - he'll have to remind me about a lot of things. And yes, taking a lot of photos and the blog will help!
My husband has the bad memory in our family. He doesn't remember anything and it drives me crazy. It's a sad feeling too, thinking that I have all these nice memories of our family and he has none--it's hard to think about reminiscing over them together in our Golden Years when he can't even remember our zip code.
ReplyDeletelol i hear you. My pre pregnancy brain didn't help either. I was losing everything, telling the same stories over and over againg and one time...talked to a bunch of people in the elevator thinking Michael was with me, when in reality he had missed getting into the elevator with me and I hadn't even noticed :S
ReplyDeleteI've always had a bad memory for useful important stuff, yet I remember in detail every crack in the sidewalk on the mile long walk from my childhood home to the center of town. I've had to ask my brother before to remind me of my anniversary date as he is great with numbers. He remembers every phone number he ever had. Me? If I haven't had a certain number for at least two months it disappears into the ether. It definitely got worse with the first pregnancy and I'd start to panic if I thought what could this pregnancy do to me so I just don't go there. My mom got early onset dementia before she was 60... I keep reminding myself that basically I've always been like this to one degree or another.
ReplyDeleteOh, my husband also has a great memory... I just ask my brother about stuff like my anniversary date to try to avoid offending my husband (again).
ReplyDeleteHaha!! I love it. My memory is bad when it comes to my childhood. And Logan has a great memory too! Sometimes he brings things up and I'm like, "You remember that?!"
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