Bookworm

The boy is reading. And reading, and reading. And then he reads some more. These photos were taken in a 2-hour period this morning. He didn't notice me taking any of them. Baxter reads before breakfast, during breakfast, after breakfast. He grudgingly put a book down so that he could get dressed to accompany me to the grocery store, and then he read while he waited for me to get my shoes on, while he put on his own shoes, and then in the car on the way there. He doesn't even read aloud anymore, it's all silent reading. He rarely asks us to pronounce a word. Today he asked me to define "raja" and "province" - not how to read them, mind you, just looking for definitions.

I'm not complaining about the quiet; frankly, we're due. But I have to admit that we miss him. When he's engrossed in books all morning, we sure get a lot done but it doesn't seem quite right, somehow. Thankfully, when he puts the book down he's back to his usual chatty self. I never thought I'd be so grateful for that.