The Post Where I Sing You a Lullaby and Almost Die.

Ok, so yesterday I posted about
 how I may never become a Grandmother.

Remember?

I didn't tell you the whole story.

The story about my lunch with Daniel was true

but I didn't explain why my daughter
does not want to be a mother.

It's not that she doesn't like children.

She does.

The fact is, she decided years ago

that she would never do to a child what I did to her.

We have a family tradition here.

There is a lullaby that is sung to the babies in this family.

I sang it to my children.

My grandmother used to sing it to me.

Her grandmother sang it to her.

We lovingly refer to it as "The Dead Baby Song."

And it's meant to be soothing.

And it always puts the babies right to sleep.

I have no idea the origin of this song.

Or why someone thought it would be
a good idea to sing this to a child.

But tradition is tradition.

And so we sing.

I was going to just write the words down for you

but then I decided that I would try to sing it for you on my webcam.

Because I don't have a fancy video recorder.

Here is the debut of the first ever video blog post

where I wow you all with my amazing video skills

and you can see how natural I am in front of the camera.

Son of a Biscuit Eater!

Did you see that??!!

I just choked on my own spit

and almost died.

Thank you to all of you who stopped immediately to pray for me.

Those of you who laughed should

 pray now because you're

probably going to hell.



Let's try that again, shall we?

So there ya have it.
Do I deserve to be a grandmother
or not?

Am I being cruel and unusual?

Holly
xxx-ooo