Sam and the Firefly

Noah has been a little bored of his board books for a while now. If he could recite them word for word, I'm sure he could do it. We do have a stash of regular kids books (a.k.a. tear-able pages) that were either given to us or we picked up along the way, so yesterday I pulled out the classic book Sam and the Firefly. We've read it at least 20 times in the last almost 48 hours already! I'm slowly learning the art of skipping a couple of pages here and there that I know he doesn't find as interesting (thanks Mom, for admitting you did the same with us as kids).

There's something about reading this book that gives me vivid memories of reading it as a kid...everything but the actual words to the story. So I wonder if I'm actually remembering "reading" it before I could really read or what. Honestly, it sounds silly but there's a lot of emotions and imaginative wonder resurfacing as I'm looking at the artwork.

Yeah, sounds dumb.

Anyhow, I love reading to my kids and love when Noah asks to read. Aaron has loved books also for a while now and the kid is only nine months old! When Noah's taking a nap and Aaron is roaming the house and it's all of sudden quiet, guess where I find him?

I'm dead set on introducing my boys to the wonderful world of literature!