Normal

I've been struggling with migraines and body aches for a year now.  I finally wised up and went to the doctor again after the Pilates that that scoliosis specialist recommended didn't seem to be getting rid of my headaches.  I'm seeing a neurologist next week.  And I'm a bit scared.  Nothing's ever been really wrong with me and I've never felt so bad for so long.  I'm sure I'm fine, I'm sure, but there's always that nagging doubt that says "it could be".  So today I'm grateful for normal.

1. Normal

The status quo: nothing changes.  Morning routines, evening routines, company in the bathroom, dirty diapers, these are all normal.  No matter how I might try, my schedule, my whole day, and my sleep revolves around my boys.  They set the pace and I follow.  I'm okay with that.  We set rules, we follow through, we parent.  No one here is getting walked over.  But we plod after, we spend nights in, we wake earlier than we would ever want to, we are parents, there is no other choice.  And we watch.  They grow, they learn, they amaze us.  This is normal too.  I want to be grateful for this, because I know it is a special time in all of our lives.  When they were truly ours and we theirs.  This is family and I'm grateful.

2.  867-5309iein

D loves music.  He has the radio on in his room every night to keep him company.  The other morning Thriftshop came on.  I had never heard it.  D pipes up "I love this song, it makes me want to put my hands in the air and say yeah!".  I have a feeling he's going to be chuckling at me in a few years with how out of touch I am with cool.  Karma is a bitch.

Lately D has decided he likes "rocking" music the best.  And his new favorite song is 867-5309, and every time he says it, he adds the "iein".  The other day he had W's cat piano out.  It has a microphone.  D was singing 867-5309 and trying to find the notes.  I may have been more pleased at that moment than when he started adding and subtracting.  That's good parenting, right?

Just for giggles, here's Thriftshop.  D has only heard the edited version.  I can't say I hate it.  At least it's not about Gucci and Penthouses and being rich.