Monthly Archives: April 2019

Reading With A Baby

Reading your own books with a baby can be tricky. Good luck!

😂 Ok ok I’ll be fair and write more. I did have to pause because baby girl is napping in my arms as I type this and she decided to move. Nap times and night time are the best times I’ve found to read. I’d say lunch time at work but that’s often my nap time nowadays 😊 The kindle app on my iPhone has become my primary book because I can read while she sleeps without a bright light to wake her and it is easy to hold while my baby sleeps in my arms. Also audiobooks are great because I can listen to them on my work commutes.

Yes, reading with a baby is tricky BUT she is worth every missed page and delayed completion of books. Plus I get to spend a lot of time reading her books with her and that’s a joy!

Podcast, reading, reviews, all things bookish definitely take a back seat to my baby and that’s ok. I still enjoy a good tale, they’re just read in smaller increments.

All this to say to my fellow readers and reviewers: I often see so many apologizing for how much time passes between photos, reviews, etc… because life! Please don’t stress. Bookstagram is still here. Your bookish friends understand and we support you placing life first. This is a labor of love for most of us so it’s ok if it takes a hot minute to post. In the middle of everything please remember that you matter, and find the joy in the midst of what you’re doing.

Yes reading with a baby is tricky, but I have a wonderfully amazing and precious bundle of love and joy napping in my arms right now and that is what matters. Peace and love, y’all.

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A Crooked Tie

My tie is crooked.

I’m on my way to a funeral.

My baby girl thought my tie was delightful and wanted to play with it. I think she thought her daddy was wearing a bib like she does.

I’m late for the funeral, and my tie is crooked.

I’m always late. I hope to be late to my own funeral. A few minutes earlier I held my laughing baby as she played with my tie. Now I’m headed to a funeral with a crooked tie. Now I’m thinking about time.

I measure distances in time. How long will it take me to get there is always my question. Miles and kilometers aren’t my measurements because they don’t matter when compared to time. Time is our only commodity. Time is all we have, until we don’t have it any more. Time is fleeting. Time is precious. Time passes.

My tie is crooked, but today I beheld the joy on my baby girl’s face while she played with my tie. She has her mother’s smile. For that smile I have all the time in the world.

My tie is crooked, my time is all I have, and I give it to my daughter and my wife.