Today I read Carrie at least 40 books. She brings one over to wherever I’m sitting, and when I take it she raises her arms to be picked up, settles into my lap and waits for me to read to her. It’s so sweet it makes my breath catch. And then, when we’re done reading the book, she signs “more”. Sometimes we read the same book 4 or 5 times before she tires of it and goes to get another. If we’re reading “The Very Hungry Caterpillar”, and I don’t help her put her finger in all the holes in the foods, she grabs my hand to remind me that I’m supposed to be doing that. And I love it when we read books about dogs and she signs “dog” every time she hears me say the word.
The thing I find amazing is when Carrie digs through a pile of books to find two specific ones for me to read at bedtime or first thing in the morning – it’s part of those two “routines” to read two stories. She’s pretty good at only picking two, I guess because it’s one for each hand. And they’re not always the same two – she obviously knows specifically which books she wants to hear and recognizes the covers.
I love that I have a little bookworm on my hands, and I can’t wait until I can share all the wonderful books I read when I was young with her!
How sweet!