DH has just promised me some chapter love, though, so I suppose I can survive until the baby goes to sleep. DH and I read fantasy novels out loud to each other. When one of us reads the other a chapter, this is chapter love. There is just something about hearing the words out loud that brings a story to life. It is so intimate to snuggle up to your sweat heart and listing to his voice as he brings the voices on the page to life and to see his reactions to a particularly funny passage. I had read on the Librivox website that one of the comments that people made about their recordings is that they were not theatrical, they really felt like books. You could feel the love and appreciation of the reader for the text and for the book it's self. This is what it's like to read with DH. Even Alex, who is only 4 and doesn't really listen to the book, and who, in fact, trys to interrupt Mom and Dad reading knows that our book is the "Sparhawk book". It is amazing what seeps in when you're not looking.
Brendan has abandoned his binky, and apparently the plastic shovel is no longer interesting. Time to drag my poor tired body into the kitchen, do some dishes, and get some chapter love.