Our boys teach us everyday to stop and appreciate the small things and that “laughter is the best medicine.” One time, I was asking our kids' pediatrician about something that Collier was doing that Harper never did, he laughed and said "Heather, there are degrees of normal." Now, I try to remember this when I am making comparisons about the kids, my life, my family or anything else. I think this title captures the essence of what I want to try and convey in my writing.
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
A Budding Performer
Last night Matt and I took the kids to Red Butte for an outdoor concert to see Johnny Lang. We had a great time and the show was awesome. Outdoor concerts and young kids make for a great combination as an FYI. It is even better that kids under 3 get in free. To say the least, we are trying to pack in some good shows before the good times run out. Nothing like good food, good beer, good music and good weather on the same night. It almost makes you forget that you have a 1 year old and 3 year in tow. It's the closest to the "old life" that we will probably get for another 20 years.
During this concert we were able to confirm a tidbit that we have been anecdotally saying for the last several months. Although Collier is the spitting image of his father in looks, he is a carbon copy of his mother when it comes to personality! The child knows no stranger!! I honestly think that Collier was under the impression that the crowd who attended the concert last night were all there to see him perform rather than Johnny Lang. He roamed around our picnic area to every group in sight to make sure he had met everyone at least 5 or 6 times. He was even able to score some free food from several people. It is amazing to see that the only motivation he needs to perform is the endorsement of others that he truly is the one that they are focused on.
I can't help but fast forward 18 years and wonder why he has made the decision to enter the beer chugging contest for the third time- his only motivation to do so is his insatiable desire to hear the roar of the crowd say "Collier, Collier, Collier". I wish I could somehow imagine that it was a spelling bee contest but something tells me that the first scenario is closer to reality.
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