Walks are one of Bella’s favorite things. She usually gets very quiet; too busy taking it all in to talk. (Unless she sees a dog or cat, of course.) But today she spied some toys and a book in the bottom basket of the stroller where it got thrown some time ago. And had to grab them. I figured they’d slip into her lap, unnoticed at the walk proceeded. So I was surprised when at one point I heard her chattering and looked down to see her busily turning the pages of her book.
Proof that she’s her mother’s daughter. Some day she’ll be reading books while walking down the street, running into light poles and tripping over her own two feet.
Meanwhile, she’s perfected the art of falling asleep over her book. Poor thing woke up early this morning and was ready for her nap.