I really am still here.
I didn't abandon the blog. I've just been busy and tired. I don't know if it is the pregnancy or the fact I'm just getting old. But I have been so wiped by the end of the day, or at the beginning of the day, sometimes, I have neglected this little bit of cyberspace.

I've been reading to my son, since he was probably 4 months old. As part of a many stepped bedtime ritual, we would read him 3 stories after a night time bath and before his bottle and bed. Now, of course, when he was 4 months old, we could have been saying gobbleygook to him and he wouldn't have cared. He just enjoyed the sounds of our voices and the funny facial expressions. A few months later and he would stare intensely at the pictures in his books as we would read to him. And a few months later, he was struggling to turn the pages of his books. The hard baby board books were the only ones he could manage, of course. And a few months later, I don't think we could have stopped reading to him if we wanted to do so. He LOVED and cherished this ritual. He still does. And he's 2 1/2 years old now. And, if he could have his wish, we would read books for hours and hours before bedtime. And all day. Just loves it. Even though I felt silly reading to my 4 month old, I see that somehow I really did plant the seed that has grown into its own little plant- thriving with or without our attention, but much prefering our attention. I love books. I love reading. I love learning. I love laughing while reading and crying while reading. I just love reading. And I can't believe that somehow, I might have helped pass this onto my son. I am so proud of him and I can honestly say, hopefully, without too much self - grandizement, I am proud of US, my husband and myself, for having a notion of an idea and sticking with it.

I love Green Eggs and Ham, don't you, Sam-I-Am?