I am married to Stephen. We are blessed with a wonderful Harriet Alice, Edmund Paul, and Beatrice Claire. We live in a cute 100+-year-old house which keeps surprising us. I like to sew vintage inspired clothes, experiment in the kitchen, read all sorts of books, and keep the children alive and educated.
(I was going to type up some celebratory post for having stuck with the ol' bloggie for a whole year, but I thought that the anniversary was sometime in February and not the twenty-fourth of January. [THIS CHILD HAS SUCKED OUT MY BRAINS!] So since today feels like the day when I started Amelia is Rabbit, here's a reminder of the first post.)
Well, to be quite accurate, it all began last week when I went to the library and came home with a pile of books and we started reading chapters from Winnie the Pooh and A House at Pooh Corner out loud. (I started the wave by reading "In Which Kanga and Roo Come to the Forest and Piglet Has a Bath," but then Steve took over and has been the more diligent of us two in bringing Pooh to life in the spare moments of the day.)
Then, last night, Steve read this:
It was going to be one of Rabbit's busy days. As soon as he woke up he felt important, as if everything depended on him. It was just the day for Organizing Something, or for Writing a Notice Signed Rabbit, or for Seeing What Everybody Else Thought About It.