Just after we were married, Kolby and I took up the pastime of reading books together. We started with The Princess Bride and then moved on to a couple books from The Chronicles of Narnia. We read in bed at night and Kolby reads the book aloud until I fall asleep. Lately we've been on a reading hiatus as things have gotten busy and we haven't been able to agree on what book to read next. Then last week the book Marley & Me came to mind and I remembered hearing really good things about it from Kolby's mom and some of my friends.
We thought about bringing it to read together on our trip to Australia but given the fact that it's a sweet story about an owner and his dog, we decided not to read it while we were parted from Maya so as to not repeat the emotional breakdown that took place when we made the mistake of watching the movie Eight Below on a portable DVD player a couple weeks into our time in Ghana this summer.
So, we started reading the book last week and I am so happy to be back in the night-reading routine. Kolby is really really good at reading out loud. I had taken it for granted until the other night when for some crazy reason I volunteered to read. Big mistake. I seriously sounded like a 1st grader practicing reading to her dad at bedtime. "Though his very helplessness, --- oh wait, I mean --- Through his very helplessness, ...". It was bad. The following conversation occurred after one page:
K: "Here, I'll go back to reading. I don't mind."
E: "I'm sorry. I don't think I'm a very good reader."
K, gently: "No... you're not great at it."
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In other news, on my last day of classes I had to give a presentation with a fat lip. A fat lip that I got from falling down the stairs in our apartment. We were trying to get out the door to church and just as I was about to start down the stairs, I accidentally stepped into the cuff at the bottom of my pants leg with my opposite heel (as in the tiny stiletto heel to my dress shoes). So, that foot got hung up and was therefore not free to take the first step down the stairs like my already forward-leaning body was needing it to. An incredibly awkward, loud, and painful face-first fiasco ensued and I'm still finding bruises on my body.
2 comments:
Yes, your stairs are pretty tricky and steep. I get nervous every time my very young children go up or down them... Marley & Me is one of the best books ever. Be prepared to laugh yourself out of bed and to cry yourself to sleep some nights. See you soon!
Yikes! Watch out for those stilettos! Dan used to read to me, too - we'll have to pick that habit back up again.
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