Ever since we were coherent enough to sit upright for longer than 5 minutes (say around the 6-week mark), we've been reading to our boys. Our nightly routine consists of curling up in Colin's bed, me reading 2 books, then Wes takes a turn reading 2 more. Colin looks so forward to this time and gets so upset if he gets a book taken away from him (at least we know one punishment that is effective).
The child has a bigger library of books than Target. He can recite most of them verbatim and doesn't hesitate to correct me if I accidentally say the wrong word. He has started 'reading' them to himself and it's nothing for him to fly through 10 books, just flipping away.
In honor of Dr. Seuss' birthday, Colin asked if we could read an extra book tonight. Of all the requests I get, most of which I try to weasel out of, I gladly agreed to this one. Apparently his teacher had told the students to ask their parents to read a book to them that night. The very thought that a teacher has to tell a parent to read to their child is mind boggling to me.
I may not know much about parenting and I may struggle with discipline from time to time but I think I can cross the 'read to your children daily' thing off the list. Ah, it feels good to know at least I'm doing one thing right!
By the way, in an effort to set a better example for my children, I'm taking advance recommendations for a good book for the beach. It can't be one that I have to concentrate too hard on since I'll be trying to keep 2 toddlers from drowning, but something that will still keep my attention. The field is wide open because I literally haven't read a book since reading The Devil Wears Prada 5 years ago!
"The more that you read, the more things you will know. The more that you learn, the more places you will go."