His eyes light up. I can even see a twinkle in those bluish green orbs. A smile quickly spreads across his face, and before I know he is in a full on state of laughter.
He claps his hands quickly. As I take a seat on the floor, he waddles over to me and wraps one arm around my neck while bouncing up and down with excitement.
I love that he loves this pastime. It’s one of my favorites and WAS one of my favorites when I was a child. I don’t know how much my husband enjoyed doing this as a child, but as an adult he’s more voracious that I am.
I have yet to find anything that elicits such excitement from Davey. I have yet to find something that can keep him so entertained, so enthralled. And I attribute a lot of this to the fact that I started reading to him when he was just a few weeks old in my womb.
He has these 2 particular books that he loves, one of which I read to him continuously when he was nothing more than my little parasite. The second book, we picked up after Christmas and he absolutely adores it. My only concern is that it’s just these two books that seem to get him excited about reading. He has a whole library full of books, some of which will be better for him as he gets older, but plenty of them that can be read at this age. Funny thing is that when I try to introduce a new book to him, he seems to get upset with me. It reminds me of trying to introduce something healthy to a junk food fanatic.
Either way, it’s really of no concern to me. I’m just tickled pink that my boy loves books (even if it’s only 2 right now) as much as his daddy and I do. It’s only a matter of time before we’ll be able to expand out. Right now, I’m going to enjoy his excitement over this little pastime.