The arrival of a serious reader
It’s been an exciting weekend in our house. On Friday, the young gentleman on the left arrived in the world at 5.35 am. I was still in Canberra when the news came that my step-daughter, Isobel, was about to give birth. I cancelled all my weekend arrangements and jumped on the next flight to Melbourne. On Friday evening, Grandpa Ken and I met the boy himself. There is nothing as magical as holding a new born baby in your arms.
I’ve already bought “Baby H” (he is waiting for his parents to make up their mind about what to name him) a stash of books before he arrived. I’m so looking forward to helping build his library in the years to come.
When I was in Canberra, I picked up a copy of ‘The Story of Growl‘ by Judy Horacek. It’s fresh and funny – a charming, colourful story about living with other people and still being yourself. I noticed the teenage uncle loved reading it, even if “Baby H” is still too young to appreciate the humour. I’m confident ‘The Story of Growl’ will turn out to be a firm favourite.