
Today we read a little more than a chapter of "Treasure Island" by Robert Louis Stevenson. It's a fun book so far, and one I expect that the Monkey will enjoy more later on. I find that I've gotten rusty on reading out loud, and the language is a little bit old and unfamiliar, so it's good practice for me to read it to him, not to mention that it's good for the Monkey to be exposed to lovely language.
I did some heavier cleaning this morning: moved the couches and vacuumed under them (been reading FLYlady again, this week's zone is the living room) and I put the Monkey in his exersaucer and he watched with REALLY BIG eyes while I moved the two couches and got rid of the junk under them. How does so much dirt get under something that doesn't move?


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