What that baby Wore : The Reader

I was that kid reading a book while watching t.v.

The one you could find at the library. Alone. All the time.

It's funny that someone as loud as me spent most of her formative years in such a quiet place.

I still love a good book.

Can get lost in them. And still prefer sometimes to be alone with a good book to being anywhere else.

I began reading to each of my children early on.

Isabella always demanded a bedtime story. Or two. Or three.

She could recite every page of Madeline before she could read. I would turn the pages, she would know them by memory. 

I'm hoping her baby sister is following in her footsteps ::

I wonder when she's too quiet, what she may be up to.
Sometimes I'm lucky and find her catching up on some reading in her room.
I try, but she hasn't quite grasped the concept of my reading to her just yet.
But she'll get there. 

Back on the lookout for trouble ::
Quiet moments never last long around here.

On Ava:

Sweater - Zara Kids

Jeans - Old Navy