She Wuvs to Weed.

(That's how she says it.) I wish she actually loved to weed, since I can only seem to keep those plants alive, but I'll settle for a love of READING.

I don't remember what the carpet looks like in her bedroom. She had a set of A-Z Sesame Street books on top of her bookshelf, but now they spend more time in her hands or serving as a literary fortress around her. I find myself getting frustrated at times when I wind up having to pick up after her (she picks up a few, but I can't expect her to pick up her entire library) but after giving it some thought, if it means that my daughter is developing a love for books I will bend over 1000 times a day. Which would be less than I'm currently bending over. I may have to start squatting instead, and count that as my workout.

 

On the bright side, I always know where she is. She leaves a literary trail wherever she goes. I've made sure that she never has to go very far to find a book - they're upstairs, downstairs and in my purse. I'm a mobile library.

Sometimes she'll curl up in our overstuffed chairs, other times she'll lay down on the floor - looking eerily like a teenage girl flipping through a magazine, she'll sit at her little table like she's doing homework or in her wee Dora chair...with my library books. She thinks she's big stuff.

 

 

Brandon reads to her at bedtime, usually 4 of the Sesame Street books I referenced earlier. They've read through them so many times that she knows when certain words show up. It's kind of adorable. I caught her reading the other day and she uncharacteristically allowed me to video her without her begging to see the baby in the camera. While it isn't going to win an Oscar and it isn't "My Baby Can Read" material, I thought grandparents might get a kick out of her weeding.