We go to our little library in the strip mall about once a week. Don’t knock it, it has some of the sweetest librarians around. Every once in awhile, we’ll get a couple of books from the library that I don’t want to take back. We have a little library, so usually when we get books I pick up ones that I requested online from recommendations. The boys also pick from the selection there too, which usually means dumping out shelf after shelf to find the one they want to take home.
I’m not going to do a book report on each of them, that’s what Amazon is for, so here’s our list from our “checked out” this week. These are all great, you know the the kind of book that you actually don’t mind to read again, the books that the words just bounce off your tongue (love Dr.Suess) and then especially the ones that get a giggle out of me and the boys.
I feel like when I blog, I walk a fine line between making things rosier than they appear and complaining too much. I’m a recovering complainer. I never want to give the wrong impression, so forgive me if I lean one way or the other. When I read other people’s blogs, especially those I don’t really know, I get hard on myself. I start questioning my own mothering skills, my relationship with John, or just how I look from the outside in. I guess just measuring myself against others, which I’ve learned is an exhausting game to play and can either lead to pride or inferiority. Neither of those feelings rest well with me.
