Setting: Lying in bed, balancing the laptop and the iPod, on its speaker, between us. We're listening to Josh Groban singing "Mi Mancherai," and both reading along with the lyrics in Italian, and then studying the English translation below that, because Bella decided that she "really really likes that song," and wanted to know "what is he singing about?" and we just plain didn't have the answer. ANYWAY. My sweet husband tends to get emotionally involved in good music, as do I, and the song was new to him. I was staring intently at his face as he listened, because his expression...well, let's just say I love him and enjoy watching him enjoy things. And then I saw it, and totally broke the mood.
Me: "You have a hair just sticking straight out of your nose. Your right nostril."
Alex: (cocks one eyebrow, glancing at me, half-smirking, saying nothing)
Me: "It's just...right there." (pointing)
Alex: (looking straight at me now, and FULLY smirking)
Me: "And you are now thinking to yourself, 'Why don't you just reach up there and yank it out?' aren't you? Like, just using my bare fingers!"
Alex: "Yep." (laughing)
Me: "No way. You'd have to at least gimme some tweezers."
Alex: "Why?" (breaks into singing, to a snippet of the tune of the theme song from the old T.V. show "Green Acres") "YOU ARE MY WIFE!" (switches to terrible falsetto and worse Gabor accent) "Goodbye, non-picking life!"
Seriously. This is my actual, real life. The romance is non-stop.
Oh, and also noted in Bella's music-appreciation file today? The previously TiVo'd performance of Beck on SNL last night, of that "Golden Age/Clap Hands" number, with the band playing water-glasses and percussive accompaniment while seated at a dinner table. She made me play it over and over again, until I finally said "no more." I am seriously loving this child's taste in music. From Gustav Holst to Josh Groban to Beck, just in the last week or so. The kid's got a real ear. This is what it is, to have children, isn't it? To revel in those little glimpses you get of yourself, in them? Whatever it is, it's absolutely amazing, and I adore it, and it's flying by at the speed of light.
(ALSO: I've had an email or two about being unable to comment here--is that happening to anyone else? Or does nobody love me any more? If you have the answer to either of these questions, email me. ninjapoodlesATgmailDOTcom. Thanks)