I think after NaBloPoMo stops flogging me, I will try NaGreTeDriMo in which I shun coffee and sweet hot drinks and focus on green tea drinking. Or perhaps NaSalEatMo* in which nothing but salad is ever eaten. Can they be national, though, if it’s just me? Perhaps not. Local? LoGreTeDriMo. Or personal? PerGreTeDriMo.
Bla, ble, bli, blo, bluuuuuuh! This reminds me of doing “blend ladders” when I was learning to read (at the age of four, sssssizzle!). My mother would hold up a “blend” flashcard that said “thr” or “fl” and I would sing it with each vowel up the scale: thra, thre, thri, thro, thru.
In addition to being raised to crippling dorkity, I can kick all y’all’s asses in the phonics department. Come on, whatchu got? Sl? Str? Bring it!
*although, anything ending with “Eat Mo” would seem to belie the weight loss at which salad intake aims.
Here’s an example of our alternate priorities for the month of December. We got a tree, but don’t have time to deal with it for the next two weeks during the crucial, water-every-5-minutes period. Hmmm, what’s big and holds a lot of water? Recycling bin! 
