The boys and I just finished reading the first book in the Little House series, Little House in the Big Woods. This is a big deal to me for two reasons. One, this is our first time reading a chapter book in its entirety. And two, I love these books. Love them!

It's my very own childhood collection that we are reading. The books have been traveling with Tom and Dana from house to house, just waiting for this moment. This opportunity to share something loved with my own children.  So over Father's Day weekend, I made Tom rifle through numerous boxes in the garage to find them.

It's a crappy picture, but there they are, on their way to a new home.



And there we are, reading the last chapter on Sunday night.





I am not sure if Henry and Wyatt truly enjoy reading them with me. They often seem distracted and sometimes even get up to use the bathroom, find a toy, or get a drink of water. And the book was actually a challenge to read at times. The sentence structure is all wacky hijacky. I occasionally had to improvise. And I put a lot of emphasis on the parts that involved guns or scary animals in hopes of keeping them interested.

But they said the liked the first book and want to continuing reading the series. So I guess it's on to book number two: Little House on the Prairie.  Oh happy day. Oh childhood relived.