and speaking of reading...

This morning I walked out to the living room to find this extremely pleasant scene:


Both boys quietly and comfortably reading. Perhaps their parent's love of books and reading is rubbing off after all.



Also, the other night Caleb was quite drawn in by the latest edition of The New Yorker. Every time Blake would try to put it away, Caleb would hop down off his lap, retrieve it, climb back up onto his lap, and continue to thumb through the pages, happily commenting on its contents as he did so in his own babbling language.