Hungry

Today, Cati came home literally shaking with hunger...she barged past my kiss in the hall trying to say "Must eat butter...no wait, crackers. With butter. Or cheese...Where's the cheese and butter? Arne! Why are you hiding it from me?" She kept dropping crackers and bits of cheese and cursing. It was literally like watching a heroin addict fumble for a fix. Appropriately, as the Dubliner and crackers began to find her stomach, her face slackened and she began smiling beatifically.

We've also had some solid evidence of her brain shrinking (apparently this happens). Ever since we've lived together, she's bragged about her power to know where everything in the house is, despite the fact that when cleaning, she'll cram whatever's in her hand into the nearest nook, regardless of congruity. Cheese, that goes on the bookshelf. Thumbtacks? Silverware drawer. One of her favorite places to squirrel things away is the nice box we have on our coffee table for the remote controls. Here is an actual list of recent residents of the remote control box:

DHL Receipt

A few nails

Plug for Wii

Earphones

Post-it Notes Pad

Old computer memory

One of those silica gel packs from shoe boxes

Firewire cable

Guitar pick

A few quarters

A Euro

Some remotes

Well, she recently got one of those big gym balls to roll around on and loosen up her hips and whatever other good things she needs to do to make way for the baby. It came with a little pump, and last night she wanted to pump it up, but couldn't find the pump. She looked all over the whole house. Shook her head. "What's happening to me? I used to know where everything is!!" Can you guess where the pump was? Between the nails and the old computer memory.

It's actually extremely cute. The other day she called me to ask me to pick her up at work. I told her that I'd love to, except that she actually had the car. Not only that, but she'd just gotten out of it about an hour before she called me.

Contributing to this confusion is the fact that she's been working extremely hard lately, with a big report due. Thus, I suppose it's bad form to tease her for her shrinking brain, but I have to savor the moment, as generally speaking her brain is much bigger than mine. I, however, still have her belly beat by a country mile.