The Bright Side of a Rainy Sunday

- I slept in till 10:30 this morning. When I picked up The Boss from my parent's house sometime after noon, she was nap-lacking and slap-happy, but she shrieked with the thrill of seeing me.

- I dropped off my brother's clean clothes--laundered with love by our mom--at his college dorm and he joined me and The Boss on a trip to the UCONN children's book fair. We shared an oversized umbrella beneath the driving rain. Inside the building, The Boss gave the hairy eyeball to a host of children's book characters. Each time she turned away, unimpressed, I shrugged my shoulders and stuck out my upturned hands in exaggerated deference to the mesh eyeballs of Clifford, A Wild Thing, and one of the Berenstein Bears.

- We drove home inside grayness that was sopping like a dirty, wrung-out towel. Upon the completion of the evening's after-dinner diaper change, I took the night-ready Boss into her bedroom for a story. I read to her from a book about penguins with tactile illustrations. The pads of my fingers drifted over each page as I spoke the words. The Boss rubbed her eyes and slumped to one side. Only fatigue can keep her down long enough for a story. She's not a reader yet, but I can't help but hope we're getting there.


Inspired by prompt #6 of Margaret Mason's No One Cares What You Had For Lunch: 100 Ideas For Your Blog, which encourages you to "Count Your Blessings."

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  1. LaurenNovember 12, 2006 at 7:07 PM

    Sadly, I bought that book too... the no one cares etc book by Maggie... and have not yet been inspired. Maybe there's something wrong with me.

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  2. Mrs. ChickyNovember 12, 2006 at 7:08 PM

    Give it time, my kid will fight sleep for as long as she can to read The Foot Book by Dr. Seuss for the fifth time that evening. Your daughter must have been really tired.

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  3. Mary-LUENovember 12, 2006 at 7:19 PM

    It is difficult to get my daughter to sit still for a story, but once she settles in, she loves it. She is just learning "real" reading and it is so much fun to watch.

    That book fair sounds like fun.

    How is the rest of that book by the way? I really crapped out on my NaBloPoMo post today. It is there but blech! There are 18 more days of this (she says as she nibbles her fingernails down to the bone.)

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  4. AmyNovember 13, 2006 at 6:56 AM

    Brooks is soooo into reading, he can read his favorite from memory-How do Dinosaurs say Goodnight- he is only two (and a half). For a while, I thought he was a little lacking, but he has surpassed me a few weeks ago, and is about to catch up with Bella.

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  5. Mom101November 13, 2006 at 7:44 AM

    Sleeping until 10:30? I'd count that one twice. At least.

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  6. jenNovember 13, 2006 at 7:46 AM

    love it. consider yourself anointed w/ blessings for that late hour surely.

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