I have the most understanding, most tolerant family in the entire universe. From a husband who doesn’t say a peep about my book buying binges to my kids who don’t mind it when mom sequesters herself in the bedroom just to read, they’ve been very accomodating when it comes to all my crazies.
A few days ago, I found my little guy very much occupied with his Ghost Rider comic book. There’s nothing weird or uncommon about that, mind you. The Kodak moment was where I found him. Well, he somehow got himself up on my bookshelves (dangerous, I know) with his pillow and his ‘himster’ (hipster) glasses. So cute that I just had to take a picture. It’s one of those moments that you want to freeze in time or if you’re like me, take a snap shot and post it on your blog [insert awkward canned laughter here].
I told him not to move while mommy gets her camera. Mother of the year? Why, yes. Instead of getting him down from the high bookshelf, I ran upstairs to my bedroom to get my camera. I’ve been known to ask my family to do things for the sake of the blog and I’ve gone past the point of apologizing for any of my actions.
Two years ago, my daughter wrote her first and only book review. She hasn’t done it again and I have a feeling it’s because she thinks I wouldn’t like what she writes. Silly girl. I don’t annoy her with my incessant request or pester her into writing reviews because I know that’s one sure way of her to avoid reading outside of school altogether.
There are days that I’m tempted to do an interview with my husband – sort of get a perspective on what he thinks about my hoarding tendencies. I think it’ll be interesting to hear his candid answers. This is what happens when I get bored: my poor family becomes the closest victims. My boy had fun though and loved these pictures. The shelf is perfect for him, though I wish he lay down on the lowest shelf…