Posts Tagged ‘books’

Sick Day

We had a sick day on Wednesday. And I use the word “sick” loosely. Hazel threw up at some point the night before. I say “some point” because the girl never woke us up to deal with it. She just went back to sleep and slept in the throw up. Gah-ross. I kept the girls home to monitor her and make sure she didn’t do it again or develop a fever. She was fine all day long. So we played. And they were cute. And I took pictures.

1It’s great fun to play in the drawer underneath Hazel’s crib. They know how to pull it out and climb in and they stand and bounce and pull out the clothes I have stored in there.  This is a good time, if you roll with the one-year-old set.



We also played underneath Haley’s crib and read our new books. I ordered How Dinosaurs Love Their Dogs; But Not The Hippopotamus; One Fish, Two Fish, Three, Four, Five Fish; Moo, Baa, La La La from bookworm.com and we have been doing a lot more reading this week.

And then the girls piled into Hazel’s crib with pretty much every stuffed animal available and the real fun began!





This scowl is her new thing and I spent the better part of a week trying to figure out where she got it from. She got it from Momma. Because when they are doing something semi-dangerous, or overly messy, or something I’m just not going to like I scowl and shake my head at them. And now she’s doing it back to me. *facemeetpalm*


I really didn’t expect them to turn into toddlers so fast. But they really have. Their personalities have gotten so much more specific. They have gotten more stubborn, more active, more particular in their likes and dislikes. It’s fascinating to watch and also a little frustrating to parent.


But then their cute and I’m not so frustrated anymore.


See? Grade A, capitol CUTE!



Not too bad for an impromptu Wednesday off. I got to do what I love best of all: play with my girls! And Hazel was fine all day long. 😀

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Since doing my post on the girls’ maybe-someday-if-i’m-really-lucky room, I have been thinking about I would like for myself. And other than my closet instantly being filled with these, there are only a few things I can think of.

This is kind of a cheat because it is already mine. It is being released at the end of October, but Ken pre-ordered it for me as a birthday present. Best. Husband. Ever.

I want this book more than I want bacon for BLD (breakfast, lunch, and dinner for those not equally obsessed). I read their blog every day and I love it and them. I want this book! It’s due to be published in November (Mom. Christmas is practically around the corner. I’m just sayin’).

I would love an area rug for our living room. The carpet in our apartment isn’t the softest and the girls like to chew on the blankets I try to put underneath them. Plus beige carpet is seriously blah.

I really like this guy:

and this dude:

But they are both from West Elm (kill me now), so I’m not holding my breath. But I am searching for cheaper options. I am also open to suggestions/recommendations.


Anyone else have anything they are drooling over/dreaming about/seriously considering selling their soul for?

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That’s right.  I just pulled out the fancy word for bookworm.  Impressed?  Don’t be.  I had to wikipedia it cause my poor mommy brain can barely remember anything past what time the girls last ate/slept/pooped.

If I had to pick one word to define me, define who I am, I would probably pick bookworm.  Is that strange?  Not mother, wife, daughter, or sister, but bookworm. I feel that when I meet someone for the first time that is the word that quickly, and efficiently, sums up me.

My parents instilled a love of reading into me from the beginning.  Bedtime routine growing up involved mom crawling into bed with me and reading whatever book I chose.  If my memory is right (no promises), we kept up this routine until I was 8 when I remember getting impatient that we only read one chapter a night.  I wanted more!

I’m not very discriminatory in my selection either.  I no longer read romance novels, but I was in love (Get it? Romance? In love? Anybody? Bueller?) with them in high school and through college.  Ironically, that was the time when I had pretty bad luck with boys.  Nothing tragic, just the ones I like not liking me back and the ones who liked me just didn’t feel right.  So, I guess I used romance novels to replace all the passion I wanted to feel and just couldn’t attain.  I think I stopped reading them around the time I met my husband. Haha.    Anyways, my point is that I’m still fond of them even if I no longer read them.  I like biographies, fantasy, sci-fi, regular ol’ fiction, and I love young adult fiction.  I think I love it for the same reason I love musicals.  In musicals the idea is that the emotions the characters are feeling are so heightened that words are no longer sufficient and they must sing instead.  I feel like the emotions in YA are abnormally heightened as well.  There’s very little gray area in YA fiction.  Everything is black and white, love or hate, good or bad, and even though I am very much a gray area person in real life, that appeals to me in books.

I recently finished a wonderful YA book called Clockwork Angel by Cassandra Clare.  It was a wonderful story with full characters and a fully realized world, but it was also a little bit of a love letter to books.  Her main character has a remark that impacted me greatly as I was reading.

One must always be careful of books and what is inside them, for words have the power to change us.

Does anyone else get chills thinking about that?

I don’t understand people who don’t like to read.  There are so many bright, vibrant worlds that they are never going to get to experience.  I feel like reality can be so disappointing and so boring.  Why would you want to cut yourself off from magic?  And yes, I do believe reading and books are magic, and I have great hopes of passing along this (does obsession make me sound crazy?) love to the girls.

I look forward to when our bedtime routine is me crawling into bed with the twinks and reading aloud to them.  And I look forward being able to talk to the girls about Angelina Ballerina, The Boxcar Children, Harry Potter, Anne of Green Gables, Pollyanna, Jane Eyre…. I will even start reading Stephen King if the girls decide they like horror (I don’t.  My imagination is active enough on its own, thankyouverymuch).

I don’t really have a way of ending my own impromptu love letter to books, so I’ll leave you with one of the best lines I have ever read.  It’s from Charles Dickens, A Tale of Two Cities to be specific.

And yet I have had the weakness, and have still the weakness, to wish you to know with what a sudden mastery you kindled me, heap of ashes that I am, into fire…

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