It is Sunday evening. The boys are in bed. And I am sitting her reflecting on our weekend. A weekend filled with normal. Sometimes I really try not to use the word normal. Instead I try to use the word typical. But tonight, typical just doesn't cut it. Tonight, I'm grateful for how much normal our family has.
Yes, sometimes our life is filled with stuff that isn't normal. Appointments (so many appointments), walkers, canes, wheelchairs, botox, casts, MRI's, pediatric neurologists, physiatrists, and on and on.
But sometimes, our life is just normal. Like this weekend.
Ben and Daniel spent the night at my parents house so we could clean out the basement.
Saturday afternoon was spent chasing TWO little boys around Costco with dinner out a local family restaurant...with TWO boys who insist on always having "a cheeseburger, french fries, ketchup and apple juice".
Sunday morning consisted of cereal in front of the television, much cartoon-watching, and a trip with Daddy to the "car shower". Two little boys returned home to proclaim that "they weren't scared and they didn't cry this time."
It was then naptime...for all of us. And then we wore ourselves out with fort-building, hide-n-go seek, and watching monster truck crashes on Youtube.
And supper...well pancakes and bacon of course (chocolate chip pancakes for Daniel!).
So tonight, I'm grateful. Grateful for how much normal we have.
(Ben and Daniel watching monster trucks on Youtube.)