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Sound of Music

We are all born with an array of unique gifts - some come easy and some we have to nurture and grow.  One gift that I was clearly not given, but wish I was, is musical ability.  No amount of practice is going to help someone this tone deaf.  I enjoy music though, and I envy people who can play musical instruments, sing, or frankly just keep a beat. 

My mom is a gifted singer.  She used to sing at church and occasionally perform a solo in front of the congregation.  That is also not in these genes - I'd rather die a thousand deaths.  But there was a hot second as a kid when I thought I'd like to sing with her.  She was practicing a particularly catchy song and saw that I was interested.  She suggested that maybe we could do one together sometime.  It took me "performing" her song in the car one time, for that subject to be dropped, buried, and unlike Jesus, never resurrected.  

I keep hoping at least one of our kids will have some talent in this area.  The boys have very eclectic taste in music.  They appreciate Soggy Bottom Boys' Man of Constant Sorrow, ACDC's Long Way to the Top, They Might Be Giant's Particle Man, and The Band's Atlantic City equally as well as Wheels on the Bus and some song about a kid eating beans and farting.  Balance.  It's all about balance.  But a musical gift?  That's yet to be seen.  

Fischer loves strumming his ukulele.  Mostly, I just like how he pronounces "ukulele." And Sawyer does like writing his own songs.  He had one about moving logs that was popular around the house for awhile.  More recently, he likes to sing me songs about calming down when I'm mad at him or his brother.  For what it's worth, it doesn't work.

The boys might not be naturals, but what they lack in skill they make up for in enthusiasm...and volume.  

We have two lottery tickets left.  We'll see what Carter and Emerson bring to the table.  I'd really like to live vicariously through at least one of our kids.  Logging was definitely not a dream of mine...Ross has all the luck.     

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