Normal

I know the idea of "normal" is a little . . . well, abnormal or strange or weird. I once had a "normal" life and then I became a mom and my old, normal life never returned. Now, I'm a mom of 2 little girls (still hard for me to believe) but things are actually starting to seem normal, like our pre-baby #2 life. Here is some evidence:

Exhibit #1: A jar full of homemade granola, not the gross store bought kind we've been eating for the last month.


Exhibit #2: We took an overnight outing, stayed in a hotel and went to the Aquarium of the Pacific. I wandered around looking at things and feeling a little tired but relaxed. At dinner, we all said our favorite thing from the aquarium. Mine was the jellyfish. Big sister's was touching the anemones, and dad's was the sharks.


Exhibit #3: I had a moment to see the wonder of things through a 3 year old's eyes. Here are her new indoor pots from her birthday and the seeds she planted are actually growing. This is despite spilling the entire contents of one pot on the ground and scooping it back into the pot, much poking, and probably too much watering. But hey, what do I know about watering? I have a black thumb and it's by God's grace that my girls grow like they do! My daughter is already better than me at many things.


Exhibit #4: This is my second blog post in less than a week! With a little help from my friend, I got both girls down for a nap at almost exactly the same time. They have been sleeping for almost 2 hours! Woohoo Saturday afternoon . . . life is good. And, feeling normal.