I have found a new love... reading together as a family! Sure we read stories to our kids all the time, but this, this is somehow different.
Our family time used to consist of watching a movie together. That's just who we were/are. We are movie people. I always felt bad doing it, I didn't want to be that family that sat in front of the television to enjoy time together, but we did. We played and horsed around and had fun with the kids too, but we liked movies.
As TV is ever more getting weened from this house (cable is gone, 90% of our movie collection is gone) we began to look at other things to occupy that before bedtime, settle down, quiet time. One night my husband picked up the book my oldest was reading, and started to read it to us. We sat quietly and listened, the TV in our minds watching the story of the characters unfold. It was entertaining and felt worthwhile. I didn't feel guilty about this entertainment. We laughed together, and saw each others laughter instead of staring at a bright screen. I watched the wonder in my child's eyes as my husband read. We would stop to talk about the yummy taste of maple syrup, how cold the winters must have been, and what it must have been like to play with a pigs bladder instead of barbies. This was what we had been missing!
We are now over half way through our "Little House in the Big Woods" adventure, and "Little House on the Prairie" is on it's way for when we're done. I can't wait to find other books to share together, and I hope this becomes something our children always remember and will carry on with their families when they have them. I know I'll always remember this.