You probably already suspected that I was one of those people who went out and bought the new Harry Potter book at midnight Friday night/Saturday morning. Indeed I am.

My favorite local independent bookseller is a children’s bookstore with an ice cream parlor attached, and they had a big party. I stayed home and did as many of my Saturday chores as possible until about 11:30 pm, and then went. It was packed, a zoo, even crazier than the party I went to for Book 6.

I was home with the book by 12:15 am, and I read until about 2:45 am. I woke up again with Noah at 4:45 (!!!), and then spent the morning reading mostly in little snatches — although Jill did give me another long chunk of reading time around 8 am.

Anyway, I finished the book around 12:45 pm, during Noah’s nap. And I really liked it, although it wasn’t what I expected. I’m going to re-read over the course of the week.

We took Noah to the mall later that afternoon, and in a moment of being sick of his shoe drama, I spent $25 on a pair of vivid orange crocs. Jill looked at me like I was out of my mind, but conceded that they’re kind of cute on him. (When you tell Noah it’s time to put on his shoes, prepare for a meltdown. 90% of the time. These he tried to put on himself at the store. Himself!)

After church and a late nap, we went to storytime at the same bookstore where I bought the Harry Potter book. Noah’s friend Colbert and his mommy & daddy were there, and all 6 of us enjoyed stories, ice cream, and bouncing on couches. Oh wait, that was just Noah and Colbert.