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I am most definitely a book worm. I love picking up a book and getting absolutely lost in it (not that there is much time for this anymore with a one year old). I didn’t start off this way though. I was late to the reading game in primary school. I remember all of my other friends being able to read the simplest of books and I couldn’t. But I think this was genuinely because I was a lazy child. As soon as my teenage years hit and I found my love of Jacqueline Wilson there was no going back. I would love to be able to say it was J K Rowling but I was also late to Harry Potter band wagon (that laziness always kicking in). I actually only read all of Harry Potter when I was 18 years old (shocking I know).

I was always good at reading stories out loud. I loved reading to my friends two younger siblings when I was over at her house and it was their bed time. I did feel a little sorry for their mum when I could hear them shouting “Can Heather read us a story, please oh please!” but in actual fact she was probably thanking the gods for a night off (I understand now, Paula). So I knew when it was time to have my own kids that I couldn’t wait till they were at the age where I could start reading out loud to them. Loads of magazines and other mums told me to start even when Ivy was 3-6 months old.

Even when I was pregnant I would scour amazon and enter book stores and roam the shelves and shelves of childrens books and imagine reading them aloud to my little one. Buying a few here and there to add to our growing book collection. But we all know Ivy only slept in a sling with white noise so loud you didn’t have room for any other thoughts in your head (how did I not go insane?) for the first 6 months. I would try and read to her during the day but I only started reading to Ivy properly every night once she hit 7 months.

At first she would stare at me and my mouth in awe because of all the different voices and pitches, then she got to the ‘I-Want-To-Turn-The-Page-Myself’ stage, which was only slightly annoying for a little while. And now, she lies in her cot and smiles and giggles at my silly antics. I can’t wait till she can understand the storylines a bit better and start telling me which are her favourites. I love that at little moments during the day and every night I get to go on a little adventure just me and my girl. I hope I pass my love of reading onto her till she’s old and grey and remembers when she was little and her dear ol’ ma and her funny voices.

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Some of my favourites to read to Ivy: 

(Click the images to take you to the Amazon link)

Guess How Much I Love You by Sam McBratney

The Gruffalo by Julia Donaldson

The Gruffalo’s Child by Julia Donaldson

Room On The Broom by Julia Donaldson (Noticing a pattern? I love this woman!)

The Wonderful World of Dr Seuss Series

The Tiger Who Came To Tea by Judith Kerr

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Posted by:ivyandiblog

Mother. Partner. Blogger. Coffee addict (show me a mother who isn't!)

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