It's not possible for us to have a library in our home, although I wish we could. It's not in our cards anytime soon, so we've carved out our own little nooks for reading. We are both big readers. We each have a pile of books next to our bedside, in the living room, in the bathroom.
We see this in Owen these days, although maybe it's just a phase, but we hope that he carries his reading gene from both sides of his parents' families. He is always running around with a book, sitting on the Persian rug flipping the pages with his pinky, searching for his favourite illustrations (usually a dog, cat, or child on a swing). And while he loves his trucks and balls, it's those books that he can't get enough of.
He has started using his Glo-Worm in his crib as a night light, and when we peek our head into the room, he is sitting up in his bed, book on lap, with Glo-Worm casting a warm...glow. I so remember doing the same thing as a child, which probably explains my extremely poor vision.
I cannot wait to get him his own chair, padded with with sheepskin, so he can sit in the living room by the fireplace and read all he wants next to mummy and daddy.
