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.
Maybe we'll try again tomorrow.