Normalcy.

So today we had, dare I say it, a pretty normal day. Normal in the sense of our lives as they can exist right now. No spinal taps, chemo, blood transfusions, mouth sores...you get the idea. But no she didn't get up and go to school as a normal child her age would do...rather she slept until 11am, courtesy of the morphine patch placed on her back yesterday evening. Her school today consisted of going on a bit of a nature walk with her sister and I...checking out leaves and nuts and such. We walked to her great-grandma's house where she took part in a small knitting class. Bamm bamm was trying to teach us the basics...and yes, I must be getting older because it slightly interests me now. (but I still don't think I have the patience for it) We then came home and had a lengthy cooking lesson. She helped me to make homemade potato corn chowder, buttermilk biscuits from scratch, a fruit salad, and some homemade ranch salad dressing (all from my new Pioneer Woman cookbook which is awesome by the way). Ally loves to cook. I mean she loves it almost as much as she loves doing nails. I usually let her use the stove and today, for the very first time, I let her use a real knife. Probably not the best idea for someone who's platelets are on the low end, but hey...the girl has had a lot of life's lessons way too early in her life. I thought she could handle the knife. And she did. She cut up potatoes, fruit, whatever. So happy just to help her mama cook. So now that I am reflecting on our day....wait a minute, am I a pioneer? I just spent my day teaching my daughter about nature, sewing, and cooking. And come to think of it, her Dad spent this evening making a house for the kids out of a huge piece of cardboard we had. So there is the building lesson. Wow. We are officially pioneers in my book. I guess that is what we did on this "normal" sort of day. And we enjoyed every minute of it.