We went to Baby Storytime last night. I really wish they did it more than once a month. Even Justin has a good time. Today at daycare, one of the aides told me that when Justin was fussing this morning, she grabbed a couple of soft books and sat down to “read” them with him. He calmed down immediately and was engrossed.
I guess that making the effort to read to him at least 15 minutes a day is paying off. I don’t always get to it, depending on when he falls asleep in the evening, and sometimes it’s more something that I’m reading rather than something for him, but at this age what I’m reading isn’t as important as the fact that I am reading. I do wish that DH would read to him, but I think that I’ve taken it over because I can find the time easier than he can. It’s more important to me than it is to him.
There was a surprise package of books last week in our mail with wonderful artwork. I really appreciate the thought and I think we’ll probably spend more time discussing the beautiful pictures than actually reading the book. The stories are good too, but the pictures are–wow. The books are Penguin Dreams by J.Otto Seibold & V.L. Walsh and Sleepy Time Olie by William Joyce.
I had to laugh at my BIL on Sunday. My nephew, who is 6 months, received a treasury of nursery rhymes. Judging from the size and the content, it’s pretty comprehensive. The reason this was given to him was that my sister caught her husband singing to the baby,
“Hush little baby,
Don’t you cry.
Papa’s going to buy you…a camaro”
Of course, it’s really sweet that he sings to the baby.