Naps and books and books and naps

Yesterday the LO was in a mood. Today, he isn't taking a nap. He really needs a nap. This girl is wanting to read and/or knit. Those two things are nearly impossible when he is awake. Even though mom is staying with us, it doesn't get that much easier. 
​My poor momma has been with us since March 4th. That's when we found out I was going to have emergency surgery for a detached retina. I haven't been able to pick up Max since then. Hopefully we will have good news on Thursday.
In the meantime, I have thoroughly enjoyed having mom at the house. It has been fun watching her read the same stories she read to me, when I was little, to Max. One favorite was Winnie-the-Pooh. This one is from 1975.

Isn't it great! I remember singing the Tigger song.  Tigger and Eeyore were my favorites. Eeyore just needed a hug, I was convinced. 

There is something I love about old books. The smell. The feel of the pages. Maybe it's just the memory of the first time reading, or, in this case reading it over and over again. 
At my baby shower, mom blessed me with a box full of our childhood books. My brother and I have fun going through them when he comes over. That is if Max will let us. Max LOVES his Uncle PJ.
Now, hopefully, it's time for a nap!

XOXO
​Rebecca