With the kids back in school, life is adjusting to backpack checks and homework schedules. Even if the boys fail to bring home any homework, they're discovering mom and dad can always find something for them to do. For the last few nights we've had a scheduled reading time. Each boy is given a book and a set number of pages or chapters to read. Once they're done reading, they are then required to write about what they just read. I know! Evil!

My 10-year-old is using his blog. I took a few minutes yesterday and set it up to send out an e-mail to me, my hubby, and his grammy whenever he updates it. I'm hoping this will remind us to go post a comment or two of encouragement. Must remember to do this next!

My 7-year-old is stuck with pencil and paper. Strangely, he has the better punctuation, grammar, and spelling even though there's no computer to aid him. Not that we don't have run-on sentences and misspelled words. We do. They're just not as numerous as his older brother's.

Usually by the time they're done reading and writing, it's time for baths. Then cartoons. Then bed. The nights go by very fast now that school is back in session.

I'm happy to say, though, that I've somehow managed to finish reading Gary Gildner's Warsaw Sparks memoir. It wasn't nearly as painful as I feared. Actually, it was quite entertaining. Cultural differences are always fascinating. That Gildner managed to convey so many of those differences on the baseball field makes this book somewhat unique in my opinion.

Finishing that book has freed me up to focus on the "textbooks" we were required to purchase this semester. I'm actually looking forward to reading them. How sick is that? I guess it just goes to show that following your passion makes a huge difference. I don't mind reading books on the craft of writing. I do that for fun. (edited per hubby's suggestion)