The youngest Anne Rice fan

Not too long ago, Jesse started crawling. At 8 months old, he's finally roaming around on all fours. I was SO excited to see him start crawling! We were all there to see it. It was just awesome! (His big sister never crawled; she went right from cruising to walking.)


So it would happen that he'd soon be EVERYWHERE! There is just no stopping this little explorer now. He's so curious about his surroundings and often wants to be put down just so he can take off. We've all kept reminding each other that, with a crawling baby in the house, we all have to be extra careful about where we walk and before we move around in the computer desk chair. (Jesse is getting around very fast! Today, when I put him on the couch, ZOOM! He took off right across it and started climbing up. He's even been practicing standing on the couch, something that has caused me a bit of a heart attack or two.)


Today, while I was going about the house, cleaning up, and Jennifer was outside playing with a friend, Jesse was on the floor, making his rounds. I noticed he was headed for the lowest shelf of one of the bookcases. I wondered if he would go for the books and, sure enough, he crawled right up to that lowest shelf and started reaching for the books. I thought this was so cute and took a picture:






Interestingly enough, he was reaching for his daddy's books on computer programming and computer science. (Like father, like son!) But then he went for the other bookcase, which had novels in it. Once again, he reached for the books on the bottom shelf. I started to wonder if he'd manage to pull any books off the shelves (just as his big sister did when she was a baby). The next thing I know, I see him holding two books he'd pulled off the shelf! Haha. I thought that was really interesting. The books he pulled off the shelf were Blood Canticle by Anne Rice and Cold Hit by Stephen J. Cannell. (Very good picks!) I thought it was interesting he picked an Anne Rice book. Maybe he liked the cover!

Here he is with the two books. Doesn't it look like he's giving that "who, me?" look? Heh-heh.

Soon after, his big sister came into the room. She quickly took action, taking the books from him, putting them back on the shelf, reemoving her brother from the scene of the crime and scolding him for getting his paws on Mommy and Daddy's books.

If anything, maybe it's a good sign. A sign that he, too, will someday share the rest of his family's love for books. I'm starting to wonder, though, if I should worry that he decided to bypass the school textbooks and went for the fun stuff to read instead.