Avery has been so into books lately that she's even learned how to say "book." She's a lover of all sorts of books, but especially lift-and-tear-off-the-flap so mommy has to repair it books, object picture books, touch-and-feel books, and stories like Olivia. One of her favorite activities is to pick a book from her shelf, then back-that-ass up into a waiting lap to be read to.
We usually read a few books before bed time to wind down in her room, and I love spending this time reading with her. My favorite book to read to her is "Goodnight Moon." We've read it so much that Avery knows just when to say "shhh" at the part where the old lady whispers hush.
Who needs "My Baby Can Read" when it's so wonderful reading to a child?
Speaking of babies, over the weekend, Avery pointed to an old picture of herself on the fridge and said "baby." It melted my heart because she's officially not a baby anymore. I told this little anecdote to Heather, who said it sounded like I was getting baby fever. I assured her the only fever we have had in this household was from Avery's recent bout with strep throat. But I reserve the right to change my tune when I get one of those coveted kissed from Miss Avery!














