Who dares to cross my bridge!?!?!

Early this week I finally came through on a promise I made to my mom several years ago. I showed up to help sort through, organize, clean up my old bedroom. It is now her sewing room - and sometimes a nap room for the almost 4 year old. And I admit I had a lot of stuff in there over the years, and slowly Mom has been giving me bags of things to do with as I will. But I was never there to help in the first place... until Monday night.

The biggest thing to go through was books. Now I have always loved reading, and I think the little one is following in my footsteps. He loves to have a story read to him, and if you can't - he will sit down and tell the story himself. (I love watching him do that.) Back on topic, though... I could not believe how many books we had tucked away in that room. A three-row book shelf was stuffed with books, and the closet... well let's just say I don't need to buy any books for quite some time for the little monster that I have. Of course, some are going to stay at Mom and Dad's while some go home with us.

I had forgotten all the books I had when I was little. To see some of these books for the first time in more than 10 years (some more than 20!!) was like stepping back in time. I am looking forward to sharing my favorite stories with the young one. There were a few that he picked out right away... a Fox and the Hound pop-up book, anything with Curious George or Clifford the Big Red Dog, and a teeny little book called The Three Billy Goats Gruff. (When I say teeny, I really mean teeny. The book is maybe two inches by three inches and no more than a 1/4 inch thick.)

This book tells the story of the three goats who need to cross a bridge, under which lives a troll. The troll under the bridge loves goats, I think it even states that goat stew is his favorite, but hey - you can go to the library to check it out to make sure! The little one of mine has decided this is his newest game to play. Someone has to be the troll and ask the all important questions "Who dares to cross my bridge?" and he answers "the little billy goat gruff because I want the green, green grass to eat and get fat." If I can ever capture the look on his face as he gets ready to "race across the bridge" I will post it with an update. It is so darn cute!!