This one's my kid

Just to clarify . . . the young swimmer with a Meg Cabot book in her hand and an inability to put her book down long enough to eat her chips (whom I'd obviously love to adopt because she'd fit in so well) is not my child. This one's mine:


And, yep, he read on the trip up to Delta State. Here's an older photo of him reading, prior to what we call The Hair Rebellion (he refuses to cut his hair and deliberately musses it up so he looks like he stuck his finger in a light socket):

Like mother, like son.

Pardon my absence

This was the first part of our day:

Kiddo did fantastic at today's swim meet. In that last photo, he was actually setting a record for his high school's swim team in the 200-meter freestyle.

This evening we attended the swim club banquet, where kiddo got 5 awards. And, then he dashed off to watch movies at a friend's house. I haven't read a single page, so I'm off to amend that. I'm now two book reviews behind as I've finished Alas, Babylon by Pat Frank and Elsewhere by Gabrielle Zevin. I hope to finish Raising Ourselves by Velma Wallis, before I cave in (but I wouldn't lay odds on my potential success).

Tomorrow, we're meeting eldest to celebrate his birthday a couple days early and then kiddo has some homework that we'll probably finish to a lot of whining noises, late at night. So, I'll just assume that I won't get to the reviews till Monday. Hope everyone's having a terrific weekend!

Bookfool, about done in