When I started the day, I noticed Sara had made a sweet little stack of our books and left them on the island. The ladies are reading. Finally. Books have always been scattered throughout this house (and Kleenex…why do they think of a fresh box of Kleenex as a toy?), but it’s a quite recent development that our first floor is littered with books we’re reading. I looked up, and the girls were tucked into corners of the couches with their faces in books, carefully sounding out words as if those words would break if pronounced incorrectly. Correction: Kelly reads as if the words will break. Sara is just as happy to get close enough. The first half of any word is more than enough information. Embraced, Embarrassed, Embark…whatever. That being said, if she asks you to help her with a chemistry experiment and you try to slide a physical experiment by her instead? WE HAVE NO ROOM FOR THIS LACK OF ATTENTION TO SCIENTIFIC DETAIL PEOPLE!
I did something up to this point I have only imagined in my head: I sat down on the chair between them and quietly picked up a book of my own. Save the interruptions of , “MOMMY! T-r-a-n-s-f-u-s-i-o-n!” “MOMMY! G-a-l-l-e-o-n!”, it was possibly the most peaceful 10 minutes I’ve ever parented.
I’m reading “French Women Don’t Get Fat” (maybe more on this book later). Sara is reading “Illustrated Stories For Girls” and LOVING IT. “The One and Only Ivan” came in the mail, and Kelly picked it up and walked away. It looks dark, so we’ll see how this goes. She’s more of a “Let’s hug and cuddle kittens book” kind of gal. But I don’t care if we’re reading the Sunday paper. We’re reading. Reading is always better…than? I don’t know. Not reading, I guess.
So tell me, now that we’ve survived last year’s hormone rush after the 50 Shades, what are you reading these days?