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Wednesday, June 22, 2011

Rocks are fun [but don't make good babysitters]

So, apparently rocks fill little boys with hours of joy and entertainment. Who knew?

This is convenient because I have finished The Hunger Games and - of course - I needed to start Catching Fire immediately after finishing the last page of the first book. And we all know in order to accomplish this task (reading an entire book and then some), my kids need to be occ-u-pied. Way to go, Librarian Lady! I think I'll need to write her a note and tell her what a wonderful service she's done me by providing my children with an awesome boyish distraction while I read a good book.

Yes, I know, I've gotten a little out of control with the reading. This is why I don't do it! I know that once you pop, you can't stop. One page always turns into 200, which turns into a whole book, which turns into two books, which turns into a series...

It isn't my fault.

Ok, maybe it is. I knew I was going to be sucked in like an addict once I picked up American Bloomsbury a couple of weeks ago. I'm not all bad, though... I went outside and snapped a few pictures of them playing with the blessed rocks! Now I can blog them (if I ever get my hands on a card reader) and pretend I was actively involved in the activity.


So (and I know this is going to sound like I made it up, but I swear this really just happened)... the very moment I finished typing that last paragraph (the one about pretending to be engaged, not the "oh my" one), I heard glass shatter on the back porch steps and had to jump to my children's rescue. Turns out someone broke the glass jar I gave them to keep their rock collection in.

Ok, ok, I've learned my lesson. Rocks aren't babysitters.

I'll go back to being a responsible parent.
...but that doesn't mean I have to like it.

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