Forget the Toys

That's right; forget the toys, Leah prefers books. Since this weekend, Leah has spent more time reading books (well, to be more accurate, I have spent more time reading books to Leah) than she has spent playing with her toys. Seriously. The kiddo can't get enough of 'em. The especially enjoys her alphabet books, probably because they're so short.

We used to read together when it was time for a nap or at bedtime, but now we read simply because that's what Leah feels like doing. She'll take my hand and toddle over to her bookshelf, where she'll then start pulling various books down. (All the while holding my hand; she doesn't want me to get away!) We'll then both plop on the floor and commence reading the pile of books that Leah's amassed in front of us. And forget about stopping!

If I try to move on to something else after having read for awhile, Leah will crawl over to me, book in hand, and hand it to me. How can I say no to her, especially when I love seeing her enjoy books so much? (Periodically, she'll look through them on her own, but that only last so long.) My guess is that she's drinking in all the information in her stories, so that when she does start talking, she'll have quite the vocabulary. Or maybe she just enjoys all the undivided attention she receives when we're snuggled together reading a book.