It was also about books.
I would have loved getting books when I was growing up. My kids, not so much. I'm not sure what happened there; it certainly wasn't for lack of modeling and reading aloud and instructing and good old fashioned trying.
Maybe my braille reader will be my voracious reader.
In the meantime, I can give them books if I feel like it. It's my house and my gifts.
But to sweeten the pot, we told them that if they read the book by the end of January, they can choose a gift card from a stash of random cards we bought. First come, first served.
No, I'm not ashamed to succumb to bribery.
It was also the Christmas of drums. But that's nothing new. I think that might be our reality from now on. Jesse had Victor's name and knew just what to get for him.
And John managed to bring this drum home from Kenya.
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