Bibliophile

Bry has come a long way in his appreciation of literature. Over the past few days, he seems to have gained a sudden understanding that books are more than chew toys. Turns out he's been listening while Steve and I have read books over and over and over to him. We can recite a few lines from some of his favorites, like Hey, Wake Up, Pajama Time, and Good Night Baby, and Bry will pick through his piles of books until he finds the one we're reciting.

The crazy part about all of this is that Bry is usually playing while we're reading. He's often too busy pulling all of the other books off the shelf or turning the table lamp on and off to sit still and look at the pictures in the books as we're reading. If he's absorbing all of these books while seemingly tooling around aimlessly, what else, exactly is he picking up? Not that we have any worries about what he's picking up. Um, no, not at all.

Today Bry spent a good portion of the day carrying around The Very Hungry Caterpillar and flipping through the pages with a thoughtful look on his face. His newfound love of books has proved helpful during diaper changes, which have been chaotic since Bry has figured out that he doesn't have to sit still on the changing table. Today, I just handed Bry a book while changing him, and he flipped through as if in early training for the very masculine practice of reading while in the bathroom. I'm not trying to encourage the habit, mind you, but peaceful diaper changes are hard to pass up.

Enjoying a little bathroom literature.