My Normal

It is constantly being brought to my attention by friends of mine that I don't update my blog very often. My typical response is "I just don't really have much to blog about these days"....I mean sure I could tell you about how many times I clean the house per day (which is insane!) or how my laundry is on any given day completely out of control (and that is a generous understatement)....but let’s be honest no one really cares about stuff like that. When I started this blog two years ago I had a two year old and not just any two year old...I had Paige...those of you who know Paige personally need no explanation to that. So instead of losing my mind every time this adventurous child decided to experiment with pancake batter, shampoo, butter, Vaseline or any other substance...I wrote about it here. Well now my little two year old is four...and while I would like to say she has mellowed out a bit...I am afraid that the truth of the matter is that I have become so used to her antics that they have just become a part of my every day. Two years ago when this little angel of mine decided she wanted to make "snow angels" out of an entire box of pancake batter on my kitchen floor I was so taken back that thoughts like this even crossed her little mind the first thing I did was run to my computer to blog about it. Now, two years...and many....many messes later I don't even really think to blog...I normally just clean it up and go about my day. Conversations that would have sent me into blogging frenzy have now become my source of entertainment. Such as...The other day when I was sitting in the garage with my husband and my oldest started crying..."What's wrong I asked"...."Paige hit me"...."Paige did you hit your sister"...."Umm no Uno probably hit her"...."Paige who is Uno"...."Uno and Dos are my magical friends"...."Oh well Uno is going to have to get a spanking if he can't keep his hands to himself because it is not nice to hit"..."Well that is going to be pretty hard because Uno doesn't have a butt"....Normally I would have died laughing and ran to my computer, but this is SO typical Paige that it was just another every day conversation. And so there I was sitting in my garage when it hit me.....things like this...Crazy...Crazy imaginative Paige...has somehow managed to become my normal.