So, this week wasn’t much better than the last. We made it through Max Lucida’s The Crippled Lamb and another, more traditional version of The 12 Days of Christmas illustrated by Laurel Long (it’s so gorgeous, I could just look at it forever), and then last night my mom read them a story that I haven’t read in years, but is one of my childhood favorites, The Ox Cart Man by Donald Hall. So much in there about work and family and love. It’s got layers. This week I am determined that there will be a story every night, but the fact that I have Piano Guys tickets for Tuesday might hamstring that. We shall see.