Books are fun!

Books, books, and more books! I love that my son has chosen to play with books. They aren't much more than flat toys with pretty colors and a Mommy-provided soundtrack. But, he likes to grab them and hand them to me. This morning was particularly cute. We were reading Good Night Maine from his grandfather in Maine. Alex likes to help me turn the pages, which makes reading in a continuous fashion difficult. Alex turned the book open to the page with the lumberjack , and I obligingly read that page. He kept turning back to that page, though, and pointing to the lumberjack. When he realized his mommy wasn't getting it, he pointed to the lumberjack and announced: "Dada!" He proceeded to do this several times, of course while my camera was charging. Daddy, who grew up in Maine, has been a lumberjack and worn flannel, so the comparison is amusing in its accuracy.

Sometimes, when we're skipping over numerous pages without reading them, I have to remind myself that Alex is enjoying the pictures and the sound of my voice, not the plot. The plot of the story isn't of great fascination yet, though books are useful for building their vocabulary and teaching speech patterns. You can even read to him from one of your books (assuming you aren't reading too racy a novel).