Bibliophile

We have a multitude of books around this house; this comes as no surprise to anyone, I am sure. Of course we bought the requisite children's books for Bean, and she has always enjoyed having them read to her, and we certainly work with her on the Braille ones. But for obvious and myriad reasons, she has never independently been able to sit down with a book and be entertained. So it is with a certain sense of awe that I sit here typing and watching Peabo pick through her stack of favorite board books, occasionally holding them upside down, and ... 'reading'. She points at the pictures and text, babbles at them, turns a page, repeats. She has figured out that 'duh' means 'dog' (and, admittedly, sometimes a lot of other things but she KNOWS 'dog', I promise); I have managed to get her to say 'ow ow ow' for 'meow', read: cat. We have a lot of animal themed books around, needless to say.

It is just sort of miraculous to me to see her take a few wobbling steps on this literary path. Reading has been my sanity and salvation throughout the bulk of my life, and one of the more poignant things I had to accept with Bean is that she would just not be able to experience it in a similar way. I almost can't wrap my brain around the fact that Peabo...will. Does. Libraries, be ready. Bookstores, breathe easier for your future profit margins.