It's Saturday morning in this house and we're reading:
I'm reading blogs online.
DH is reading the NY Times.
And when all was quiet from Baby Boy, I turned my head to see where he was:
Sitting on the floor in front of the bookshelf with his books around him, going through each one of them.
He just crawled into the Big Blue Chair. All by himself. With a book.
It won't last long - there he goes down to get a different book - but it's certainly precious.
2 comments:
ooh,
I remember those days. Developing a reader there.
No wonder you don't have the preaching mojo.
You got the mommying mojo.
I love it.
I love your posts.
Ah, I can just see him. :-) I remember those days too, and I miss them.
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