We've got two big baskets full of books. One in the living room next to her pint sized chair and one in the bedroom. She always pulls them all out and wants to read them. Often I feel as though I'm losing brain cells reading the SAME BOOKS OVER AND OVER AGAIN. To date I officially have 28 children's books memorized. Ok, I made that up. But seriously, I think I probably could get close to that.
But then stuff like this happens and I'm so glad that I read to her. I thought that this was one of the cutest things I've ever witnessed in my life.
She climbs up on her chair now and pulls a book from the stack and will "read" it to herself. It usually doesn't last very long. Then she holds the book in her hand and scoots to find me.