Time for Baby's afternoon story.
Me: Do you want to read Baby a story? Or should I read it?
Him(enthusiastically, almost pleading): I'll read! I haven't read to Baby for such a long time...
This man is taking the storytelling very, very seriously.
Storytelling didn't commence until bedtime because the hubby was so busy with the chores.
(Poor guy. After a day of collecting, distributing masks and air cleaners to family, grocery shopping, getting me food, sweeping, mopping, cleaning... I do have to give him some credit here. He's always pretty much mistaken. He's actually really very sweet!)
We have a specific bedtime story so the hubby had to read that.
As usual, he will usually read through the story on his own before 'officially' reading it to Baby.
It's funny how he tried to use different sounds for the characters as well and ended up sounding like how I did it.
"I sound like you."
"It's okay. You can make your own character voices."
He did.
That night, I couldn't stop giggling while he was reading the story.
This man puts in a lot of effort in making the story interesting.
Even though Big Nutbrown Hare did sound a lot like an old wizard that night.
"Sorry Baby, it's Daddy's first time reading this story. I will get better!"
Not-so-hazy-anymore-but-stay-indoors-Sunday
The hubby volunteered to read to Baby again.
Can you imagine how happy I am with the whole storytelling thing?
I like the hubby being so involved like this.
This time, he picked out a different book I borrowed from the library.
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When I read, I make sure I have my hands on my bump.
It's this strange rule that I have.
So when the hubby reads, he has to have his hand on my bump too.
Somewhere along the story, there was a little twitch.
Hubby must have felt the magic twitch too.
He was mighty pleased at the end of the story.
I am mighty pleased too.
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