Melissa Wiley is taking you on a virtual tour of her bookshelves. The Bookworm is following suit.
I'm lamenting the fact that we don't have enough bookshelves. I desperately need to buy some more. I shopped a little the other day for some, but what I really want is for St. Joseph to miraculously appear on my doorstep and construct entire walls of built-ins for me. I don't really think my shelf dilemma qualifies for a miracle on the level of the staircase of Loretto, but I can dream, can't I?
I mean, things are starting to pile up.
(Starting to? Oh, who am I kidding? Books have always lived in piles in this home.)
The latest additions to arrive (oh, how I love to get new books!):
Mike Venezia's Bach(we lurve Mike Venezia in this under-shelved house.)
Janice Van Cleave's Chemistry for Every Kid
And now, Ramona has requested her own grammar book. Yesterday, when I called Anne and Betsy to the kitchen table with, "C'mon, girls, we have some grammar stuff I want to talk to you about," Ramona came running, too.
"Oh, Mommy," she said, "can I do grammar? I was going to play Webkinz, but can I do grammar instead?"
This 6-year-old is horrifying her unschoolish mother with her love of workbooks. I ought to deliver a stern lecture about how most children would beg to be excused from grammar, and that she should go turn her brain to mush on the computer. But, nooooo. I promised her that she could have her very own grammar workbook if that's what she really wanted.
In the meantime, our Mad Libscollection will have to do.