With that in mind, Terri and I try to read at least one book a day to the girls during their play time.
Today, for example, Katherine and I read from one of my favorites, "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" by Eric Carle. Here you can see Katherine perusing the book:
Katherine reading her book.
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I wish I could tell you that Katherine sat in my lap in rapt attention as I read to her how the caterpillar eats himself from a tiny caterpillar into a beautiful butterfly.
But that would be lying.
In fact, this whole photo is sort of a sham.
You see, I had to toss that book into the photo.
Katherine's choice of toy for this photo is that purple-striped sock you see under her left hand.
That sock held much more fascination for Katherine then my attempts to read to her did.
She kept knocking the book out of my hands while I was reading it, in order to more fully concentrate on gnawing at that sock!
I guess the trip to the local library for the library card can wait until next week.
2 comments:
Until mine were almost one they hated books. Reading to them was torture.
The one day, somewhere around 10 or 11 months, they decided they loved them. I have no explanation for this, but I thought it might make you feel better. I really thought the kids were going to grow up to be illiterate, but it all turned out okay. At this point they have DESTROYED our "Very Hungry Caterpillar" book by overusing it.
I have been wondering about all these parents who read a book to their infants as part of the nighttime routine. I've tried it and I swear mine just laughed at me as they threw it across the room. Glad to hear Sarah say hers eventually developed a love for it. I'll keep trying once or twice a week until they show some interest.
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