We’re having an October that feels like a proper October–which is to say, like an East Coast autumn, with lovely brisk weather. It’s not a typical San Diego October, which is usually a crispy month here, not a crisp one. Santa Anas gusting hot and dry. Wildfires. Brown lawns. Jack-o-lanterns turning to mush on the front stoop. I think October is the one month of the year when the rest of the country has us beat in the weather department.
I haven’t heard much Halloween chatter around the house yet. Rose mentioned it once, morosely, having just realized that she won’t be able to eat most of her favorite kinds of candy this year because of the braces. She did say she wants to dress up as Bast, the Egyptian goddess, this year. Beanie hasn’t decided yet. I haven’t decided what kind of candy I’m buying yet: my big Halloween decision.
Speaking of Egyptian mythology: Rick Riordan’s The Red Pyramid went over well with my three oldest. As did his new book, The Lost Hero, which hit the stores on Tuesday (same day as Carney, Winona, and Emily) and hit my kids’ eager hands about ten minutes later. The girls enjoyed watching Rick’s livecast on release day. He’s such an engaging speaker.
My CYBILs reading continues apace—though my tally lags way behind many of my fellow panelists, some of whom have already read 25 or 30 books. Or even more! Amazing. Today’s the last day to nominate titles, if you haven’t yet. Sherry made some suggestions for my category, YA fiction, if you’re stumped.
All sorts of delicious reading going on around here these days. I’m trying to keep a list of picture books and other stories I read to Rilla and Wonderboy. In the past week, more or less:
Shark vs. Train
Bedtime for Frances
Miss Nelson Is Missing
The Moon Jumpers
and yesterday we started My Father’s Dragon
That’s all I can remember right now.
Easier to remember: Rilla’s latest series of drawings. Shark. Unicornshark. Catshark. (That last one’s a princess. Obviously.)
She slipped me a little note yesterday: orange crayon, block letters. COM TO MY TEA PT. So that’s where I’ll be this morning, if you’re looking for me.
I Missed Poetry Friday
I suppose they do look like candy
I need to read
One Year Old Already?