I have a confession to make. I'm really bad about reading books with Olivia. I just get bored.
I get tired of reading the same books over and over again. I get tired of reading books with super predictable plots. I get antsy sitting there reading aloud while my mind wanders over all the other more interesting things I could be doing.
Bryan, on the other hand, is the reading champ. He'll sit and read the same stack of books with Olivia ten times a day.
Anyway, I'm kind of trying to be better about it. I'm trying to seize the moment more often when she approaches me with a book in hand. I'm consciously making an effort to let her climb up into my lap more often. I guess I'm sort of getting better. Not much, but sort of.
It's the curse of an active mind. In your heart, you want to sit and snuggle and spend quality time with the ones you love. But to sit still for very long makes your mind
crazy. So instead of staying for a long time, out loud you say, "Okay, one more book!" and in your head you say, "and then I'm going to _______!"
The only thing that keeps me from feeling loads of guilt about feeling this way about snuggle time is that Olivia is exactly the same way.
