Yesterday Seraphina said “yarn” for the first time, over and over again, while sweetly sitting and playing by herself with a lovely basketful. I don’t know that I’ve ever been more proud or pleased. I called everyone from all over the house to come and hear her.
I’ve made a decent dent in Iain’s birthday sweater (above), though I confess to neglecting it a bit this week as I seem to have developed a crush on Galen’s birthday sweater, which has left me rather preoccupied.
I’ve been reading Nelson Mandela’s Conversations with Myself, partially to see if it’s a good summer reading option for the older boys. I’m enjoying it, but I think that without at least some background and a general feel for the course of events, it might be hard to follow. The entire book consists of snippets of conversations and correspondence, none of which is presented chronologically. Which isn’t a criticism. It works for me, I just don’t think it’s the best option as an introduction to Mandela’s life. I think I’ll try Long Walk to Freedom. I’ve not read it before.