The great thing about having a blog is that you can write whatever crap comes into your head, feel like you are talking to another adult, and get out of having to mail pictures of your kids, all at the same time.
And, if someone you know doesn’t care to listen/read what you have to say, or look at endless pictures of your kids, they can ignore it. And really, if they do, so much the better.
Today I am doing a plug for folk music. Mmmm, Folk music.
Ellis Paul makes husbands everywhere look bad. Really, really bad.
For Valentine’s Day Eric got me tickets to see Ellis Paul in concert in Ames. So, Thursday night we left the girls with Grandma and Grandpa (and Uncle Brant and Aunt Casey, too) and headed to the big city.
We saw him live 12 months ago when I was pregnant with Claudia, then 4 months later with her when she was a newborn, and then again Thursday when she was old enough to be left with someone else. Each time Ellis (I feel like I can call him Ellis) has played the song “Home” which he wrote for his wife. It is sad and sweet and he plays it live on these plinky sounding pianos and it just makes me want to cry. It is one of those love songs written about a lover (thus the name) that makes me think instead about how much I love my kids. Ah, hormones, where would we be without them?
“Home” lyrics: http://www.ellispaul.com/index.php?page=songs&display=236
Another great love (or love your kids) song is Cheryl Wheeler’s Ghandi/Buddha. Lyrics at: http://www.cherylwheeler.com/songs/musta.html