From infancy, both of my kids have been read books as part of their bedtime routine. I was so adamant about this ritual from day one, that on Songbird’s 1st night home from the hospital, I literally LOST it when Handsome rolled his eyes at the suggestion of him reading to a newborn. Serious hormones were at play then, people. Out of pure fear of my reaction, I think, he finally obliged and I took a picture – of course. (She is so tiny here!)
Songbird has had infinite patience for books from the beginning, always attentive and delicate with the pages. But Bug only recently joined the literature loving ranks. He is (mostly) able to sit through an entire story and enjoys looking at books by himself. Many nights he will ask to “read” in his crib until he falls asleep.
The other day, however, I walked in on a murder scene.
His love of books and his love of destruction had finally come to an impasse.
And destruction won.