A house of readers

I worry about my baby.

Well, that goes without saying.

But I specifically worry that he won't be a reader. I think he'll learn to read, but I fear he won't love it. Not like his mother and his father and his older brother. The reason? Becuase he's not being read to as much.

When his older brother was born, I would read to him from adult books while nursing. I would read the closed captioning from the history channel to him, trying to sooth him to sleep. I would tell him stories while driving him to his well baby checkups?

But now? With this second one? I'm too tired for all that. I multitask enough, thank you very much. I am not about to read aloud while nursing.

The baby was in his play pen the other day while I cleaned the kitchen in the next room. Things got quiet and I thought I'd better check. There he was 10 months old, sitting up straight and proud, a board book in his hands -- right side up -- and he was carefully turning the pages. He was fascinated.

He has not been read to as much, but he has seen a household of readers. And just as he wants to take steps like us and feed himself like we do -- he wants to do this as well.

He's going to be reader!