Anywho, things are going pretty well. Well, pretty well if you don't consider the inside of my house looks like a tornado lives here. James is sure that Dax is part cocker spaniel, part Aussie Shepard, and part "Tasmanian devil". I think he means the cartoon one, that leaves nothing but destruction in his wake. Yep, that is our dog.
Also I have created a bit of a monster. I don't know if you know this about James, but he hates reading. Like REALLY hates it. He even gets angry when we are watching something on TV that has subtitles. I, on the other hand LOVE to read. Its a great escape for me. Every once in a while I come across a book and think, it's a shame James hates to read, he would love this.
It happened for the first time, a million years ago, when I discovered Harry Potter. I forced James to sit down and listen to me read it to him. And when we finished it, I had won, because the first thing he said to me was, "there are more of these right?".
Fast forward to about six months ago, when I first read the Hunger Games. I had never been so mesmerized and horrified at the same time. I begged James to let me read it to him, but he had no interest. I even got him to let me read him the first few chapters, but still no. Then, they released the trailer for the movie. That intrigued him, and he consented to giving it another try. We flew through the first book, the second, and now are half way through the third.
He is a bit obsessed. He is constantly telling me his ideas of what is going to happen. And if he doesn't like what he hears, what he thinks SHOULD have happened. It's such a fun way for us to spend time together, and he cracks me up when we are out somewhere and he swears he hears mockingjays in the trees, and is sure the wasp he saw was a tracker jacker.
Saw these today, they are the epitome of our house right now.
