Brag alert

Bug signed up for the summer reading program at our local library last Friday. You know, the kind where he receives a chart and a promise of prizes to motivate reading. They dangle incentives in front of the adults at our branch, too. Not sure what the prizes are along the way, but the grand poobah of it all is a chance at a Coco Key birthday party. Wet and wild.

Bug has read at least 5 hours this week...maybe an hour of that was listening to me read. The rest was him reading...in the car, at the breakfast table, or off on his own. He has devoured our library pile, found some used books at yard sales, and wants to hustle back to the library for more...or maybe he just wants to cash in his chart.

I'm used to seeing the top of his head when he's playing a gameboy or a pick-pocketed phone, Opa,  /: (   . {The amount of screen time our kids are allowed is the most contentious and never-ending discussion Sweet Man and I have.} So, it thrills my soul to see his red locks bent over a book. 

In his stack is our perennial favorite summertime read. I adore the illustrations...we each have our own favorite pages, but it's my blog...I'll show you my favorite.

Other books we are enjoying are the Skippyjon Jones series by Judy Schachner {thanks, Aunt Jenni,} anything by Marla Frazee,  and the Good Knight books by Thomas/Plecas.

Bug's momma, on the other hand, has 3 books running concurrently {including the buzz of the blog world:: Radical by David Platt} and a stack beyond that. When she gets a moment to herself, she turns to a screen. What's happening here? Monkey see...oh, I hope monkey doesn't.