I posted a few months ago about the various stages – the ebbs and flows – that we’ve gone through in reading books at our house…
…from Mommy reading fairy tales for hours on end when the girls were infants…
…to me “tying” them down in their high chairs, shoveling Cheerios their way, just so I could read to them for five minutes uninterrupted.
From the girls chewing on books…
…to them being entertained for hours by looking at pictures in books…
…and eventually to them loving nothing more than Mommy reading story after story…and when I wasn’t doing that, they were playing with books themselves.
Our girls have never been “easy” on books, but – after the Great Chewing Expedition that took place during Months 12 and 13 – the girls went for a good 9 or 10 months where board books were a big part of their environment.
I was so thrilled that they not only loved being read to, but they loved pretending to read to themselves, and to each other. My dreams of scholarly children were alive!
Well…I don’t know what’s happened over the past couple of months, but we’re definitely ebbing again.
And my mind tends to wander not to seeing them draped in striped honor collars at their college graduation, but rather to bailing them out of elementary school detention for writing on the walls.
I can cut the girls some slack in not fully understanding what the cover of the book is, why you can’t just open up a random page and bend it 360 degrees around to “close” the book.
But doing that 117 times tends to crease even the sturdiest of board books.
And a crease begets a crack, and a crack must be irrrrrrrresistable to a 23-month old.
And then we have peeled off paper, and/or a broken spine…and if I’m not careful, the book is a goner.
The books have once again been taken out of the play room, placed out of reach on the other side of the gate. We still read a lot of books, but it’s one by one, with Mommy holding them. I’m constantly reminding the girls that the books have “boo-boos”, and that we have to be very gentle with them.
Having books out of reach does seem to make them a bit of forbidden fruit, though. And there is something that seems so scholarly when my girls are pleading to be read to.
I’m sure this is just another phase, but I’m ready for the tide to change on this one.
We’ve got to start tracking towards that college scholarship again…’cause Mama is going to have to mortgage the house to buy more books at this rate.