I can't stop reading. Hee hee. Anyone who knows me, already knows this. Since I was four, I could not stop reading.
Tonight Ayden was sounding out words backwards over my shoulder. He's two millimetres away from actually reading (I pointed out that he was reading from right to left and that the words would only make sense if he read from left to right, but he laughed and said "I like it that way!"....much like when anyone points out that Matthew wears his shoes on the wrong feet, they hear "Me wike dat way!").
My latest finished reads were
Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte: I read Wuthering Heights by the other Bronte sister before and didn't like it, so was wary of this one. Evidently Charlotte's style is more to my liking. I loved this one. Some rather Victorian convenient coincidences and some stock character foils, but all in all a total classic that I had trouble putting down. I loved the main characters, which always makes it difficult for me to put down a book. Recommended, for those who enjoy old fashioned fiction.
House of Testosterone by Sharon O'Donnell. Hilarious. My mom bought this for me. The subtitle is "One mom's survival in a household of males." Hundreds of piles of laundry, a male dog, three boys, sports, camping, and vacations planned solely around sporting events. Totally funny, and slightly frightening for me. Especially the part where her boys hit puberty and their voices changed. Yikes! My boys' sweet voices are precious to me, and it's sad to think they'll one day be gone. You know how there's the pondered "last kiss" after a breakup? As in, "When was the last time we kissed?" For a mom with boys it's, "When was the last time I got a cuddle?"
Too tough. They grow in you (heart or uterus), they cling to you, they come to you for so many kisses you think you'll go mad when they're little, they fight each other for your lap, they give you 'three hugs and three kisses' every time you say goodbye (which, by the way, is actually FIVE hugs and FIVE kisses, but who's going to STOP him?), they pick you dirty weeds and neighbours' garden flowers, and then one day POOF you're an infectious plebian and the cuddles are over.
Fantastically funny. Great for moms with boys.
The cover has a photo of a three year old boy wearing swimming goggles, a yellow towel tied around his neck like a cape, and underwear. My boys have worn that outfit thousands of times.
xo to my boys. May you stay little forever.
My newest books just arrived in the mail:
The Birth Book by Dr Sears
and Ina May's Guide to Childbirth
Here's to believing my body can do this! Hip, hip, hooray!
Did you know that in Genesis 3:16 when God addresses Eve after the Fall of Man, in this verse which is so often translated as "To the woman he said, 'I will greatly multiply your pain in childbirth, In pain you shall bring forth children"' the word itstsabown actually means "Labour, worrisomeness, sorrow, or toil," and is the SAME WORD that is used in verse 17 in reference to Adam, when God says "Cursed is the ground because of you; In toil you shall eat of it All the days of your life...By the sweat of your face you shall eat bread, Till you return to the ground..." Traditionally, biblical scholars have translated Eve's labour as "pain" and Adam's as "toil" or "labour." It is the same word in the original text to describe the consequences of sin for both.
Thus, labour is WORK, toil, sweat, worry, but not first and foremost, predominantly, pain.
This is a topic that deserves a post of its own, which I'll do another time. For now, I think I'll go read my new books.