Normals?

I know "normal" is not a politically correct word anymore. What is normal? How can you label something normal without offending that which isn't normal? And are you inferring that the non-normal is in any way inferior to the normal?

Well, I can't think of a better word to use right now, so...in my best Junior High attitude...whatever! Consider this the fine print that absolves me from any discrimination charges or offence that using the word normal in my blogging today may incur.

Rayna cleaning basement windows

Macy in the bathroom

With all the weird and strange things going on in our family's life right now, it was therapeutic to have some "normals" this weekend. On Saturday, when the kids asked, "What are we going to do today?", we decided we would have a normal Saturday. Basically, that means cleaning the house and mowing the lawn. I was overwhelmed with pride and joy as my kids jumped in with both feet and worked hard...I guess cleaning someone else's house and mowing someone else's lawn is just a little more fun than your own.

Braden cleaning up the yard

Birthdays, coming once a year, on the same day every year, can also bring a normal. So on Sunday, we celebrated Emery's forty-something, complete with cards, candy and gifts at the breakfast table, then a yummy supper out.

Happy Birthday!!

Oh, and I guess another normal would be that the Bombers lost. :(