I am not sure how to define "normal" but I suppose, in some weird way, that this is a "normal" Monday. Sure, I missed work. Sure, I had to take Peyton to the doctor to get the glass in her foot looked at. Sure, Finley is newly intrigued by the doggie door. But, yes, I suppose this is a normal day. Life with two kids is crazy. It's constant change, and I'm learning slowly how to hold on for the ride. Tonight's mission: two kids in bed by 8:30 so I can finish the baby bib I'm knitting, clean some house, do some laundry, and get in bed at a reasonable time myself. Wish me luck! :)