Resolutely Crazy

Recently it has occurred to me that in a battle against weirdness, my poor kids don't stand a chance.  Sometimes I think I am rather normal, but then I realize that I am fooling myself by thinking it is everyone else who is odd.  I was especially impacted by this yesterday morning.  As usual, I was walking around the living room singing a Christmas song at the top of my lungs.  I stopped and looked at my kids.  They were both casually going about their business, not at all phased by the commotion.  You see, clearly this isn't too far out of the ordinary for them.  I had a rare moment of insight.  It is possible that most moms don't randomly burst into song and dance around the room on a daily basis.  And my eccentric side may eventually overflow onto my kids.

So as a nod to the new year and resolutions and all that, I've decided to forgo the normal Get-Skinny and Don't Drink Pop (see pictures below, oops) resolutions and go straight to the Stop Being so Crazy resolution.  I predict this will go as well as the others.

I fear my resolution may be coming a bit late for one of my children.  He has been exposed to crazy for over 4-1/2 years.  I've compiled a small list of photographic evidence.  

So what does the future hold for my little one?  Will her mother stick to the anti-crazy clause and give her fighting chance?  That remains to be seen...  "The hiiiillllls are alive, with the sooooound of music!"