I love children's books. Even before I became a mom I loved them. There's something so simple and so innocent about them. I think it's becuase it takes me back to when I was a little girl and how I was able to use my imagination more often than not. So reading about giving a mouse a cookie and all the troubles that come along with it didn't seem too far fetched in my mind. When people ask me about "good reads" I can't help but think of a million children's books off the top of my head. I could literally spend hours going through all the books in the kid's section at the bookstore or library. (which I think why my husband refuses to go with me to those places) So when I had my son, I was already somewhat stocked with books to read to him, but since then my (his) collection has grown. From old favorites like Chicka Chicka Boom Boom!, The Hungry Hungry Catepillar, Guess How Much I Love You, and The Kissing Hand, just to name a few, to new ones like I Love You Precious One, Sesame Street favorites: Eyes Nose Fingers and Toes, At the Zoo, Bubbles Bubbles, Nighty Night. As you can see I could go on and on. I love reading to Nicolas, his face lights up to the point where my heart melts. Just by reading a simple story to him, I can tell that it's something so important and special to him. He's getting to the stage where he can now show me if he's not interested (by trying to shut the book with his hands) or if he really likes the book ( by laughing and clapping and wiggling all around). I love children's books and I'm so happy Nicolas does too!