Did I ever mention how much I love books? Some babies have their blankets, others have binkies, yet others have loveys, bottles, nuk-nuks, pacis, thumbs, teddies, tattered pieces of worried thread-bare fabric… (woah, are we babies a bunch of comfort addicts or what?). Well, I have my books.

When I get down I like to go to my little library and just start swimming in the books. Mom likes to keep them lined up neatly on the shelf, just so I can pull them all down, one by one. She knows I love nothing more than a floor covered with a sea of books.

Whenever I’m bored I can take a book to Mom or Dad, say “Book!” and they’ll drop what they’re doing, pop me on their lap and read my chosen book to me. It doesn’t get any better than that.

It doesn’t have to be a story, or even a real book. I have a subscription to Wild Animal Baby magazine that makes for some very interesting reading.

Nothing beats a good educational magazine with breakfast.

At night I like to take good bedtime titles with me when I have my milk: Goodnight Moon, Goodnight Maine are some of my favorites.

Speaking of which, I’m headed to bed now. I had an AWESOME day with Mom out in the beautiful weather today. Unfortunately I’m too pooped to write about it. Tune in later and I’ll tell ya all about it!

xoxo
-Tess