How the story-hour room is a death-trap (or how I miss the days of the immobile BBB)

The Bouncing Baby Bookworm is becoming more of a toddler every single day. Just when we thought we had the baby stuff down, life throws us a curveball, or should I say, hurls a whiney, constantly in motion, demanding pre-toddler?

At storytime this week, for the first time Bumpy didn't sit in my lap. No, he wanted to crawl around the room and try to pull himself up on random toddlers sitting on the floor. One child in particular did not appreciate the violation of his personal space.

The bookworm emerges

Yummmm ... books nourish my soul AND my tummy!

Today my child's inner bookworm emerged. Story time is not longer something I do for my enjoyment or to calm the baby for bed. He LIKES books and he told me so today.

This mama is beyond proud. Dreams of him winning top literary accolades and seeing his name atop the New York Times Bestsellers list seem not the least bit unrealistic now.

Bumpy has nearly mastered crawling this week. I was not prepared for this level of mobility, nor the speed at which he can scurry across the room. It thrills me, it scares me and I'm sure pretty sure once the novelty wears off (tomorrow?), it will sometimes annoy me.

I have read to my boy since the day he was born. So has his father (The Calm One). About six weeks ago, I started taking Bumpy to story time at the local library. Around that time, when I was reading to him, he started really looking at the pages. He began -- gasp -- paying attention when we read to him. He'd actually look at the pictures and text before trying to shred and devour the newspaper or chew on the board book pages.

It was amazing, the best milestone yet.