Fox in socks. Mr. Brown Can Moo, Can You? Reading is such a big part of my life, and even though I don't have a lot of time to get deep into characters' stories right now, I cherish what I do get. Because of that, and because I know that a love of reading will only benefit my kids as they grow, I've tried to foster a love of reading in them, too.
Even when my babies were teething and would rather gnaw on a board book than look at it, I made sure to always have one nearby. There was always at least one in the diaper bag for restaurants or the doctor's office, but even when we were at a place that didn't necessitate quiet children, my babies would sometimes rather play with a book than a fancy toy.
I always wondered what they were thinking as they flipped the pages or the whole book over, looking at it intently when it was upside down more often than not. As they started to babble more and say words and sounds as they looked at the pictures, I would listen and try to follow along to the "stories" they told to me, occasionally even pointing to something that they saw.
As they each got closer to their first birthdays, it was exciting to discover what parts of the story they liked most. My youngest always went straight for the nighttime page of his favorite barn book so he could point to the owl and say "hoo hoo" like it would. My oldest loved trains more than anything else when he was an infant, so he found his favorite choo-choos each night in his crib.
We have shelves and shelves of books that all of the kids have looked at, chewed on, and enjoyed, and I love that so much.