Friday, January 04, 2013

Scholastic heights

I have a confession to make. My son is over 2 months old and I haven't read him a single book. Not even a picture book. I haven't sat down, plopped him on my lap and cracked the spine of any of the great books we were thoughtfully given by friends and family.

I always thought I'd be a huge book reader with my kids so the fact that he hasn't seen more than just the spines of lonely books sitting on our shelf is a little disappointing.

So today I figured it was the day. I got him all fed and happy, sat with him in our big cozy chair, got a couple of books from the shelf and got to business.

I had visions of a warm, cozy, memorable moment. I realized that he probably wouldn't be able to look at the book much, but I wasn't prepared for what actually happened. He started screaming with an unmatched fury. Turned bright red. I calmed him down and attempted to read again, but again, crying until tears were rolling down his little cheeks.

So sad.

Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.


dad said...

Sammy would rather play golf.

Mindy said...

I love how it takes a good two years before kids have the slightest interest in books. Don't worry about it for now. I'd crack open a good fiction novel and enjoy reading to yourself for now. You can even snuggle him while you do it so that you feel like a good mom.

Anonymous said...

Mom soon learns that kids like what they like.