Oh man, ever since Ellen was born, my recreational reading has very seriously declined. I've been reading people's end-of-year book lists and upcoming book picks and thinking, "I believe I did really only read one book all the way through in January."
BUT Miss Nemesis posted this Wall Street Journal article by Jennifer Senior about the difference in parents' time (mom's versus dad's) on Facebook last week, which reminded me that I have the book the article is based on, because Eliana the Good sent me the ARC last year and I was very happily reading it until The Bairn socked it away somewhere while playing 'library' (take a shelf of Mommy's books, restack them somewhere else, carry them around and shove some under the couch or into the blanket basket, call it a library), so I poked around and found it with some cookbooks and finished reading it this morning while The Bairn played another fun game that involves emptying my kitchen drawers. The book is titled All Joy and No Fun and was so dead on in its discussion of parenting small children that I kept marking passages to read to Steve. For example, the author mentions a study that found (based on cortisol levels measured through saliva) that mothers' stress did not decrease as much when they were given more leisure time as it did when watching their spouses help out with household tasks. Amen, sister.
Speaking of which, possibly the best thing Steve has done for me EVER is to take over the last portion of the bedtime routine with The Bairn. I give The Bairn a bath and read him stories and snuggle him and possibly sing to him and then Steve comes up and we say family prayers and Steve and The Bairn do 'talk a day' and then Steve stays with him until he falls asleep.
The Bairn has made this arrangement extra glorious by deciding last week that he wanted to start sleeping in his office, which is what he calls his bedroom. He stays there (usually) happily all night and when I hear him chatting to himself on the monitor in the morning, I go get him and find him full of joy and hugs. This morning I found him half disrobed and attempting, fairly successfully, to yank off his diaper, but it's a small price to pay.
So, that's one book down for February. What should I read next?