I don't have all the details decided yet, but since I agreed to post on Saturday, and didn't, I figured I'd better sneak a Sunday post in here...and let you all know that we have book giveaways planned for the upcoming weeks!
This week I'll let you all know what you can win! SUMMER GIVEAWAYS @erica and christy!
I hope you're excited!
Almost one year ago, I visited my first blog(s). I didn't even know they existed before then! And I'm ready to celebrate my one year bloggiversary of blog hopping! Just wait until erica and christy's first year bloggiversary comes in the fall! (More giveaways!)
We're feeling so generous because we are so happy you visit us!
And we can't wait to share our gratitude with you with multitudes of books!
Okay, enough teasing. I promise to share the details very, very soon.
Before I sign off, I'll leave you with another random thought from my head. (Christy, btw) I used to keep a journal. Four or five years ago, my sister-in-law gave me one. It was mustard colored. The very same color that covers my walls and most books I choose from the bookstore. Yes. Cover color influences my choices. I didn't realize it until one summer when all the books I'd read were piled up on my nightstand. I happened to look at the pile and notice they matched. Anyways, I started writing in the journal after the birth of my first son. I didn't want to forget anything about his growing up. I wrote down everything he did. Every important event from those days. Every word he uttered. Every new food he tried. Every thought I had about him.
Once my second son was born, I wrote in it...occasionally. Now he's three and I don't think I've written in it for at least a year and a half.
So today I was thinking of digging it up again and adding to it. I don't want to forget the words he says either. Or the funny, funny faces he makes. The kid's hillarious. So, long story short. (Too late?) Here's a list of words you may need help understanding if you ever end up conversing with my three year old (just in case I don't get around to getting the journal out):
tid= kid (As in-- I a big tid, Mommy. I not a baby.)
tidding=kidding (As in-- Brant not do it, Mommy. I do it. I just tidding.)
brink= drink (As in-- I need a drink, Mommy.) (Who doesn't?)
nack= snack (Only he no longer really asks. He just ransacks the pantry on his own.)
There's many more, but I'll save those for the journal.