Our Normal

This morning we have a 10-year-old girl in our house. She literally stood beside me while I cooked breakfast and explained to me all about her family, including her 14-year-old brother who drives her to church. It's because her dad has the flu and her mom is staying home with him. Her little sister is 2, and is just a baby (played by a baby doll). And then there is her dog (played by her sister, Munchkin). Are you totally confused now? I am! I think the explanation was longer than 15 minutes. It was quite intricate.

Leslie is not feeling well this morning and is still in bed. I took her some pancakes, which will hopefully make her feel better (or at least the chocolate chips inside them will). The pancakes are very healthy, really! They're my specialty. The girls call them panny-cakes. They include all-natural, organic milk, flour, eggs and sugar. Then I throw in un-natural chocolate chips for good measure. It's dad's special touch. I gotta keep things real!

Munchkin is still running around barking. I thought she would have grown out of this 3 months ago. She is now trying to lick my leg, but just for reetend (her word for pretend).

McGrooter is playing legos and using his shells he collected from the beach for weapons of war (I think). He and I got to go fishing last night right before dinner. Lake Lanier is still really low, but we found some worms in the yard and decided to go throw them in and see what happened. He got a few bites and I got one good one, but no fish. :-( He is very excited about his upcoming 7th birthday!

Aggie is now asking me if I want her to show me some of her moves. Sounds too much like Napoleon! After her first attempt, which she explained wasn't right, she did some kind of ballet-nsync-mc-hammer move. Of course, I offered my praises, to which she replied, "I learned that in karate." Yeah, she's never taken karate. Okay, now she is rubbing lotion all over my legs and feet, saying, "you'll smell good daddy." I can't tell you how much I hate lotion. Sun-tan lotion, body lotion, any kind of lotion. I'd rather be burned or have itchy skin than put that stuff on. But I especially despise having Bath & Body Works super-smelly lotion rubbed on me. Yet, here I am, smelling like cool cucumber or juniper breeze or something like that. And before I can even type this, both girls are now lying on the couch saying they are sick and asking me to rub their feet.

Oh my, just thought I would share a little of what our "normal" looks like. It's never boring, and never lacking creative imaginations. I just wish I could keep up. Sometimes it feels like what I think a bad drug trip must feel like. Then again, maybe I just need another cup of coffee.