the happy dance

Joy all-consuming.
Pleasure in small things.
Uncontainable excitement.
Effervescent bubbles of happiness.

Grandson,
Jumping elbows, bouncing knees, grinning face,
Milk, juice, cookies, music,
Nana, papa, momma, kitty, daddy,
Snack, dinner, lunch, breakfast...

The happy dance.

Makes me smile.

(It would make me smile more with a video clip, but it won't upload...)

the end table

Not my favorite, but it came free. With the house. Unless you count it as part of the house payment. Then it was quite expensive.

Breakable, stylish (but not sure when or where), functional. Necessary, but still, not my personal choice.

Et, voila! It becomes instantly transformed from the former use as an actual end table AND a toy box for Bubba. Enter: an almost 2 year old preschooler, who unceremoniously dumps the toy box baskets, crawls inside, lays down, and is ready for a blankie, a pillow, a toy, and a cozy resting spot. A hideout!

Of course. No one can see him.

That's all we really need in life. Imagination. A pillow. A blankie. A toy. And a hideout.

never too young, never too old

You can't do anything better with your time than read with a preschooler!

Gigi (great grandma) is being adored as she reads with Hayster (almost 2). He loves the time together and one on one attention. Not too mention the dog and cat sound effects and fuzzy pictures. "Pay" he says. Read: Play. With me. Sit down on the floor. Do what I want. Oh, hey. Let's read this upside down book.

One more reason to love books. And grandsons. And grandmas.

too many books, too little time

It's true. My 'want to read' stack is growing ever taller, even as my free time to spend on discretionary reading dwindles as much as pocket change after purchasing petrol at the station...

I love reading.

I adore reading.

I love books.

Now. If I could just get my students to love and adore and enjoy reading as much as I do, we'd be A-all right.

Already starting on the sweet little grandson, who especially loves any book with tires and tractors...