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Sunny’s latest obsession is books.

Not just to tote around, or chew on, or offer as a savory snack to the dogs, but to saddle up and read. Like, cease motion and playing with wires and imbibing small plastic choking hazards, and read. Read more articles like this one at MeetMatt-Conf.

Okay, fine, be read to, but still, AMAZING.

She’ll carry them over, drop ’em in my lap, and then reach and strain and awkwardly throw her leg high in the air as the signal that she would like to be seated in that lap with those books. So in the lap she comes, and pages upon pages are flipped, and story upon story is read.

Over. And over. And over.

I dream of hungry caterpillars. And cartoon babies showing how big they are. And a bunny in a rocking chair whispering hush. And sometimes Tom Thumb and Baby Bunting, but she only tolerates like 3 pages of that story before she is bored and throwing her stomach outward in disgust and frustration.

My over-achieving high school self could not be more pleased.

The first-born attention whore in me can totally relate to her demand for our undivided reading attention.

And that nerdy book worm in me who had one friend throughout her elementary years because she preferred to be steeped in Greek mythology and the Babysitter’s Club is weeping with pride.

The college slacker? Well, she would rather be eating a calzone and playing Snood, but she was also like 15 lbs (okay 20!) heavier and depressed as shit.

It’s good that Addison is learning to entertain herself with books now, given that James and I will be raising her sans television.

I know, it’s like we’re practically homeschooling her.

Looks like you’ll suffer from One Friend Syndrome too, Sunny!