Musings of a Punk Rock Father

One of my favorite parts of the day is reading a story to the kids before bed.  Last summer we read James and the Giant Peach.  We check out loads of books from the library (usually dino-related) for story time.  For Christmas, we got the kids a boxed set of Madeleine L'Engle books.  We are almost through A Wrinkle in Time.  Before bed, after brushing their teeth, we read from their children's Bible (right now we are reading about how Joseph's brothers sold him into slavery) and then from a story book.

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I haven't been well this week.  Actually, I haven't been well for a couple of weeks.  First, I was hit in a head-on collision on January 25th that totaled my car.  (See photos at www.facebook.com/inkstation.)  I have had aches and pains since then, at times severe.  This week I caught a cold, probably from the petri dish that is my children.  Tuesday afternoon I began losing my voice.  By Tuesday evening, I could only whisper.  The loss of voice continued through Wednesday, and was bad enough that I couldn't go to work on Wednesday.

I thought I was feeling better, but today I started losing my voice again.  I struggled at work, helping customers in the store and especially with phone calls.  And I could not read to the kids tonight.

So Aidan grabbed Go, Dog, Go, and read it for Catie and me.  I was so proud.