one of the first "big kid books" i read when i was little was the lion, the witch and the wardrobe. i loved it. except for lucy. she finds narnia, she is the nicest, everyone likes her the best (move forward in time and she goes to narnia the most and always has faith in aslan), and yet she is the 4th ruler. what did high king peter the magnificent do besides being born first?
So starting late last night didn't work out so well for me. All of my lack of reading was because of this little guy:
I don't begrudge a minute missed reading. He was SO CUTE and SWEET, even if he was really really upset about the lack of mommy for a good portion of our evening together. More of my friends should come to town for conferences with babies I can borrow because, let's be honest, there is a serious lack of babies in my day to day life.
Anyway, here are my stats so far which bring me through this morning's commute (I'll count all the stuff I do on the sly while at work once I get home):
Actually reading: 2hrs 30 mins
And I don't even want to talk about how few pages I got through in that 2 1/2 hours, as most of that time looked like some variation of this: