"There was one little baby who was born far away. And another who was born on the very next day. And both of these babies, as everyone knows...has ten little fingers and ten little toes."
Mem Fox
I started reading books to Samantha when she was just a tiny little thing, not even 3 months old. Back then, I had control over what books we would read, how fast I would turn each page, and how many times I would read them. Now things are a little different...sometimes, I get to do the reading...I never get to choose the book...and often I find myself hiding certain books because I just cannot bear to read it for the 11th time in a single sitting. But despite all this, what gets me every time, is my little girl waddling her way towards me carrying a book almost as big as she is, and plopping herself into my lap to settle in for a read. It is then that nothing else matters. Chores can wait and I can make that phone call later. I wouldn't miss this for anything.
Reading Ten Little Fingers and Ten Little Toes
"I'm taking over now mom"
A cozy Ten Little Fingers reading with dad on a Sunday morning before church.
Sitting so calm!
Taking a break from Ten Little Fingers to read a classic, Goodnight Moon by Margaret Wise Brown.
It was the sweetest thing...Samantha would turn a page and then rest her head against Nana to listen, turn another page and then rest her head again.
A kiss on the nose for Nana
Back to Ten Little Fingers with Grandpa!
Helping turn pages.
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