Riley spoke at 11 months. She learned the alphabet in two days when she was 18 months old (Upper case. It took a couple more days to master lower case). She mostly taught herself to read, (a really amazing teacher helped solidify it) and at eight years old has been reading to her brother for years. It's just starting to click for Seth. The joy when his face lights up, recognizing a word, is heaven to me. My babies love books! My babies love books!
These are what we are reading right now. I read them a chapter at bed. A chapter at dinner (when Daddy is working). A chapter to change the subject if someone is upset. The books are all over the house in various rooms. We read whichever is closest when the mood strikes.
The Wheel on the School by Meindert DeJong (master bedroom)
Otherwise Known as Sheila the Great by Judy Blume (kitchen)
Jonathan Livingston Seagull by Richard Bach (Seth's room)
Tink North of Neverland, Disney Fairies (Riley's room)
This does not count the bookcase full of children's books in the living room and the stack of picture books from the library sitting on the piano bench at all times.
Nothing cuter than Seth and Riley all curled up on the couch, her reading to him. Him peering over her shoulder at the book.
Heaven, I tell ya. Right here on earth.