Questions that have roamed through my head today:
1. Is it normal that every single day I find a sippy cup with chunky week-old milk hidden among my boys' clutter? And if this is normal, why don't they make sippys with little radars so they can be found easily?
2. Is it normal to look at the destruction in your house at the end of the day and think, "I know I did a pile of dishes today, I know I cleaned that highchair three times, and I know I picked up those toys already! What happened??!! I blinked and my house got frightfully dirty again." Or, more like my kids woke up from their naps, and mess soon followed. Again.
Not actually my house but very similar to what my house looks like. It's the end of the day, and I'm too tired to take a real picture. Pretty sure that's normal.
3. Is it normal to think it's kinda cute when your kids get frightened? I think it's cute that Hudson fears the vaccum and has to be held on my hip whenever I clean the floors . And kind of adorable that Corbin hates Chuckie Cheese. And when we took our boys through a car wash because we thought they'd love it, I was at first disappointed when I didn't hear giggles or see smiles. But then I thought it was just pitifully sweet that they were so scared. It just reminds me that my two little guys still need their mama, at least every once in awhile.
Hudson and Corbin are not feeling the love for the car wash experience, as you can see.
4. Is it normal to have an embarrasingly small number of pictures of just you and your spouse since your children came? I have no excuse on this one. Ben and I just spent a weekend without the kids, and that was my one goal. Get a nice picture of just the two of us. Here is the picture I have from that weekend.
Now, that's a keeper. I think I'll order an 8 X 10.
I guess even if this isn't everyone else's normal, it's okay that it's mine. And now back to my reality--time to clean out sippy cups, re-pick up my house, carry Hudson around on my hip while I vacuum, and photo shop myself into the picture above.
