I love to read. I have tried reading to my daughter several times, even when she was only a few weeks old. I'd read to her profiles of NFL players as I was debating building a fantasy team, I have read at least the first couple of chapters of The Hobbit to her, and I have read Bible verses as well.
My kid is beginning to understanding something about me, it would seem: Reading is kind of a big deal.
Either that, or she's just imitating me. I have noticed that she loves to sit down and "read" through her books. If I've read to her, she will sometimes sit down and, in her own version of English, recite the entire book. Where she doesn't remember something I've read, she'll sometimes just make up some gibberish and continue on.
Other times, she'll simply sit and look at pictures.
Today, I had a lot of reading to get done. I've started something here in Indianapolis that, well, is kind of important to me. Reading up and studying some things are a pretty big part of this new something. I won't go into a lot of detail here (I've started another blog to talk about that), and I want to dedicate a whole entry here to how Evie is a big help during this other thing... well, like I said, I'll get into that another time. Anyway, I had some reading/studying to do today, and when I went upstairs to get some of my "homework" done, I noticed Evie was awake from her nap, curled up in bed with a book. I told her to grab some more books and she could read with me in bed. So she went to her shelf, grabbed a few books, and waited to sit down and read with me.
So we read together. Well, I read, and she looked at pictures and made noises.
It was fun.
