My Books. I Miss Them.

When I still lived at home, I read all of Jeanette Oke's books.  I loved each and every one.  I gave Elizabeth the first three of the "Love" series for Christmas.  She's not very cracked up about them.  Can't get over the language I guess.  I think she was a little impressed when I read all three in four days...  When I finished the third, I decided I wanted to finish the series, so I went into the garage and dug through all of my book boxes looking for the other five books.  Guess what? I don't have them.

I borrowed them from our local library and breezed through them like no body's business.  I love that story.

While digging through the boxes, I did pull out a few:

It's Dad's.  I need to read it so I can return it.

Same way with this one.

I pulled this out, thinking it may motivate me in a positive way.  No luck so far.

This one? we desperately need.  It works.  When you follow the rules.  But, like every other parenting book, tip or advice I've ever read or received, It doesn't matter what discipline you use, what works is consistency.

This was on my Aunt Tawn's "must read" list.

And this is the one book my cousin Jennifer said she could read over and over and over.

My mom gave me this, and after reading it, I've decided I don't have near the clutter she thinks I do.

My girl, Beth knew I was looking for a good read, so she lent me her last two favorites:

Since Jackson decided to put both of them in the bath, I've purchased new ones for Beth, and added the swollen ones to my own collection.

I also updated my reading list on the computer.  One of the little jobs I've got done while my little people are gone!