Christmas caroling

I love Christmas time, and last night I went Christmas caroling with the family. We had at least three different people giving us our starting note, which ended badly. At our first house, the widow we sung to pronounced "well, you're not the Mormon Tabernacle Choir!" We gradually got better though, and a little more coordinated, until the last widow we sung to flattered us by saying that we did, indeed, sound like the Mormon Tabernacle Choir.

Writing a book

I've decided I should write a book. I majored in English and I like to write. I stay at home with Sammy and (theoretically) have lots of time on my hands. Sooo...what to write about? Young adult, fantasy, memoir, deep philosophical musings? I keep waiting for some awesome idea to come to me in a vision, but no luck so far. So I guess I will just start writing and wait for the novel to flow out of my pen.

A difference of opinion

We all like to be different. Just a little, anyway. We are all trying to create identities for ourselves and stand out from the crowd while not being...too different. But have you ever ran into someone like this lady I know? She believes that because she's living differently from the people around her, she must know something they don't. How annoying is that? I'm reminded of people who get mad when their favorite band hits the big time. Their music isn't special anymore because everyone knows about it. So they need to find another obscure band just so they can be different.

The instruction book

Ahh! What is going on with my child? I sat her down in her booster seat to eat breakfast and she started crying. She loves eating, but this morning she refused to eat anything. I tempted her with all her favorite, sugary things, I held her, I changed her, what am I not doing? Where is the instruction book for this kid? Whatever I tried she just cried and cried and cried, so I finally put her in her crib, which she seemed to like. Of course, all these paranoid thoughts are running through my head about what could be wrong with her....ear infection, Asperger's, something sharp poking her that I can't see, etc. Being a mom means guessing most of the time.