Last week, I spontaneously splurged for this classic:
And now that this week is unfolding I can see why. This morning father dearest hopped on a plane bound for Conferenceland, leaving the three of us behind to make of this week what we will. That slight surge of adrenaline arrived when you know you have a challenge to face. I want to emerge victorious this time. Hopefully things will cooperate.
Tonight we are off to a good start. Myles voiced a few concerns at the looks of, The Secret Garden. (Maniacal Laugh.) But after the cholera outbreak in chapter one, and then the mention of a hunch-back, I saw the white flag in his eyes. I find that in times of the evening read aloud, anytime you have a child asking, "does that hurt?" it is only a matter of minutes in which you could have them eating out of your hand so to speak. I am thankful that our evening anchor leg has been established.
I also couldn't resist these book plates :)