Every year for Thanksgiving, we go to Costa Rica with a group of friends to unwind and unplug (that's right, no internets for AT's Mama and Papa Bear.) It's divine. Except that with a toddler in tow, it's not the kind of vacation it used to be, pre-breeding.
This week I got an email from a one of our friends who is used to devouring a book or two on the trip. "What books are your bringing?" she asked, innocently enough, typing quickly, lowercase style with the baby probably bouncing on her lap.
"I'll be lucky if I make it through the Food Issue," I responded, summing up my approach to reading since becoming a mother two years ago (my friend is six months in, and a better reader anyway.)