Last October I wrote a post about R and her love of the written word. Things haven’t changed much. Over the past three weeks she has read the last three books in the Percy Jackson & the Olympians series plus a book about Leonardo da Vinci, some other book she received for Christmas and whatever else happened to appear in front of her at any particular moment. The extra surge of reading the past month means that our house has been exceptionally quiet and that the boy is really bored because his sister is more interested in books than in building forts and jumping on the trampoline.
One day last week I couldn’t figure out where R had gone – she wasn’t in the house or yard. I ultimately found her sitting on the curb across the street completely engrossed in her book of the moment. I so wish I had taken a picture – she looked so little sitting on the curb in front of the giant slab of cement that is our neighbor’s retaining wall – but I didn’t.
The second time I couldn’t find her that day I did take a picture. She was here . . .
under the desk on the front porch. Which is where she sat, engrossed in her book, until it was so dark she couldn’t possibly see the words on the page and I made her come in the house.
I love this. I really, really love this.
By the way, how cool is it that we live where we can have a desk on the front porch and use it all year!
Cheers,
D
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