Mixed Up Day *Giveaway*

I remember when Seth was a baby, goodness, nearly ten years ago, reading him  My Many Colored Days over and over.  We had a board book version and it was one of his favorites.  I find that I begin thinking in words from these stories, the ones I have read until they are unintentionally memorized.  I see the moon and I think “In the great green room…”  owing to the hundreds of times I have read Goodnight Moon.  Or maybe I have one of those days, those mixed up days, when “Wham! I don’t know who or what I am.”  Today was one of those days, my many colored days, and I am glad that I can put it to bed and start over tomorrow. 

Being a woman, I find it hard to understand the source of some of my moods, because it is so easy to attribute them to some hormonal shift;  the end (or beginning) of some new phase of mothering bringing with it waves of unexpected feelings.  Maybe my mood today was related to an old photo I came across last night;  a photo that snuck out and unexpectedly tore at my heart.

There are also lots of changes going on with our house.  Change is good, especially the home improvement kind of change, but sometimes the chaos of it all begins to crawl inside my head and drive me crazy.

And while I don’t think this was the reason for today’s angst, I finished reading Kristin Lavransdatter: (Penguin Classics Deluxe Edition) this afternoon.  I began this book in the months after Beatrix was born, about a year and a half ago.  There are three books in this one volume (or is it three volumes in this one book?), and my book club was supposed to read one a month for three months.  The story is so absorbing that I quickly read through the first book and more than half of the second before I realized that I was going to finish the book too quickly and not be able to remember it well enough by the time we met to discuss the third.  So I put it down for awhile and then Beatrix hit the “grab what mommy is reading” phase of nursing and my reading time plummeted.  Before long I got distracted and was reading other books which cut my time with Kristin even more.  So here I am nearly a year and a half later, and I am finally parting with Kristin.  We were together for so long, (through 1,124 pages,) that it is hard to say goodbye. 

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p.s.  I have gotten a little nutsy about headers lately.  I’ve changed it again, but who knows, it may be back the other way in a few days.  There is lots of fun to be had with headers.