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(Sorry it is blurry - it was too close, and I don’t claim to be a photographer!)

Ever since I was a little girl, my family has told me my singing voice is horrible.  It didn’t hit home until I was rocking Scout and he was perfectly happy.  I started to sing to him, and about 1 second into the song, he would get this sour look on his face and start to cry.  I then would stop, and he instantly became happy once again.  Tristen and Calin were by us, and made me start singing over and over.  And like Pavlov’s dog….as soon as I would open my mouth in song, Scout’s tears started rolling. American Idol…I think NOT!