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.

3 comments:

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.
g-jane