I read aloud to my baby a lot.
Baby books? Yes. We do the silly voices and the bright colors and the black and white contrasts for his little eyes to develop.
But I’ve been reading him full chapter books since I was twenty weeks pregnant, and I don’t intend to stop now. This month, we’re reading one of my oldest and dearest favorites. (I’ll let you guess the title.) He may not understand the story yet, but it’s snuggle time and connection time and, one day, hopefully, he will be just as obsessed with the books as I am.
Plus, I have an excuse to read all my old favorites all over again. What could be better than that?
Ramblings of an Obsessive Bookworm 
My late mother told me that she used to read to me in the womb so to speak. She taught me to read and write before I went to school aged 4. I’ve been reading and writing ever since. Carry on the good work. 📚📚
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