Bookish Boy

I mentioned before that, being a "baby person," I had been dreading this impending toddler phase of childhood. However, I am finding that as Isaac's assertiveness gradually increases, so does his charm.

Zach and I are what his mom refers to as "book people," so any inclination Spike shows toward following in our reading-loving footsteps is warmly encouraged. A couple of weeks ago, instead of simply pulling all of his books off his shelves, he started bringing them to us to read. It is totally and utterly adorable.

The first time it happened, it took me a minute to realize what he wanted. He came crawling over with Good Night Chicago--thanks, Tracy!--in his hand and gave it to me. I said, "thank you" but that was all. Then he sat up in front of me and looked at the book with his "I'm trying to tell you something" eyes. His still-dense momma didn't get it yet, so he reached over and tapped the book and looked at me. "Do you want me to read it?" I said. He looked excited. So I read it to him. A little later I was on the computer, and he crawled across the hallway, book in hand, pulled up on my legs and handed me a book, babbling his usual "Dis?" Like I said, positively charming.

Here's a video from yesterday--not only do you get to see Izey bring me a book, but he's also showing off his ever-increasing walking abilities.


Sometimes he gets a little drunk on the power of controlling what Mom and Dad read, and before we finish a book, he'll grab it, throw it down, and hand us another. He also chooses a favorite for a few days at a time, obsessively rereading it until moving on to a new favorite.

In addition to bringing us books to read, he's also started looking at the books on his own. This new entertainment largely developed from the fact that he can now get his chubby little hands to turn those sticky pages. But oh my goodness. I cannot tell you how my heart melts when I walk into his room and see him sitting on a pile of books, carefully turning the pages of Pat the Bunny--which is upside-down--and babbling away all by himself. This little video is somewhat long for those whose heart isn't made of butter like mine, but I bet there are a couple of grandmas out there who will enjoy it.