I’ve never understood those who read in the bathroom. I just don’t get it. The bathroom has a singular purpose to me. I’m all about in and out and on to the next thing. There are about 13 other spots in my house that I’d rather curl up with a good book, newspaper or magazine. The old “throne” isn’t one of them.
But I think I might be raising a bathroom reader! Diaper changes have become increasingly challenging as peanut realizes he actually has to sit still for a few minutes while they take place. Sitting still is not one of his strong suits. He squirms. He kicks. The toys I typically gave him as a distraction during changes he now uses as a chance to practice his curve ball. In an effort to save myself from losing an eye, or worse (the kid’s got an arm), I’ve started giving him books. He instantly settles in for a good read while I take care of his business.