One of the things I was most worried about when I learned my baby was a boy was that he wouldn’t love books like his mother.
Well, no worries there. I was extremely blessed to have a bookish boy right from birth. I have no idea if it’s because I spent virtually all nine months of my pregnancy with my nose buried in a book of one sort or another, or more likely because I started reading to him before he could even sit up. If I’d known then what I know now (that babies can hear quite well in utero and can actually recognize their parents voices), I would have been reading aloud to him when he was in the womb.
It didn’t take long for my son to love being read to. During his first full winter (making him about 10-14 months of age), we kept a stack of about 10 picture books on the living room table, and each afternoon when he awoke from his nap, we’d sit on the floor and read through every one. Of course, with a child that age, each book has it’s own ritual. You can’t just read the words, you have to ask the pertinent questions, and wait for the answer. “What does the owl say?” “What can the little engine do?” “Where’s the man in the moon?” Once we got through the entire bookstack, he would happily pick them all, plop them down in front of me, and say “Again!”
One of the grandmotherly duties I’m anticipating most eagerly is story time. Today, we learned (via the miracle of sonography) that our grandchild is a boy, so I’ve been poking around in the basement looking for my son’s favorite picture books, anticipating another little ravenous reader in the family in about four more months.
Here’s some of what I found…
Now tell me, what are some of your favorite picture books?