روايات وقصص ضمن Stories To Read To Newborn

Out of the mouths of babes. "Time's up, sailors," I announced, reaching for the towels. "All hands on deck!" Getting them dried, dressed in pajamas, and settled for story time was its own special chaos. By the time I'd read "Goodnight Moon" (Alexander's choice) and "The Very Hungry Caterpillar" (Ethan's), both boys were finally yawning. "One more story," Ethan pleaded, his eyes already drooping. "Tomorrow," I promised, tucking the blanket around him. "It's late, and growing boys need sleep to get big and strong."

"Good morning, big boy." As if the baby knew we were talking to him, he kicked again and I screamed scared and ecstatic with that feeling. We had been so busy with all the shit around us that the time was passing and we weren’t counting. "I can’t believe he’s already kicking, I mean if it’s been just over four months that’s..." "Seventeen weeks, that’s exactly the right time for our big boy to show what he came for." He said turning me, lettig my belly up and starting to kiss her.

"Mommy, did you feel that? The baby kicked!" My laughter bubbled forth. "Yes, darling, you felt it! Our little ones are saying hello to you." Aurelia's gaze shifted between my belly and my face, her excitement evident. "Can they hear me when I talk to them, Mommy?" "Absolutely," I replied. "They can hear your voice, your laughter, and all the stories you share with them." Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and affection. "I'm going to tell them about all the fun things we're going to do together. And I'll sing them lullabies too, just like you do for me."

In a cozy room filled with colorful toys and books, Theo, a curious and energetic 3-year-old, sat on the floor surrounded by his favorite stuffed animals. His nanny, Hazel, a kind and patient young woman, sat beside him with a book in her hands, ready to embark on a magical storytelling journey. Hazel: "Are you ready for a story, Theo?" Theo: "Yes, Hazel! Story, story!" Hazel smiled warmly and began to read from the book, her voice gentle and soothing as she brought the words to life.

I carried her to her room, and getting one of her story books, we moved from the little stories to more moral stories, one with the background story of loving others, not hitting, and she enjoys them all. "Sleep well baby," I whisper placing her in her crib, leaving her to sleep, turning on the tapes and music, we're on her next one, "You are our baby" said by a voice mix of us three, she should know she's all of us three baby, and we're not letting her go. "Logan, come see me," I call to Logan going toward my office, he came in minutes later, the pout still on his face, I pulled him toward my lap, kissing his neck.

But I couldn’t let her keep me trapped in fear. So I forced myself to leave the house. I walked to the small bookstore near the beach. It was quiet inside with wooden floors, shelves packed with old and new books, the smell of paper and coffee. An older woman behind the counter smiled at me as I walked in. I found the parenting section in the back corner, grabbed a book about newborns and settled into a worn armchair. “What to Expect in the First Month.” I flipped through pages, trying to grab some information on how to hold a baby properly, how often they eat and what their crying patterns mean.

His head turned from one to the other. I could not help but secretly smile at the astonished look on his face like he could not believe what the kids were saying. “All of them.” The two chorused. “So you know all her stories?” He asked again, not quite believing the children’s claim. I laughed at the surprised look on his face. “You should notice by now that the kids are not fond of gadgets and devices. They love books and toys. It’s because I introduced to them the value of reading when they were still inside my womb, and the habit stuck. They cannot go to bed without me reading them out loud.”

Mason I didn't want to come with Julia to the bookshop. What do you mean it was time to shop for a children's book for a pregnancy that was barely three months old? “I read somewhere that it is good to read to your child right from when they are in the womb, and they can hear you. I want our baby to be familiar with our voice.” She had said in front of my mom. When mom heard her words, she did what she'd always do, she agreed with her, “She is right, Mason, I did that to gigs too. It's one of the reasons why you are so smart.”

I laid him down on the bed then did our nightly ritual that he loved, we dried him off while I would sing to him, lotion was next as I massaged his legs then arms before putting a diaper on him then grabbing his pajamas, slipping them on before sitting down on the bed with my legs crossed as he crawls into my lap for me to brush through his wavy thick soft hair. "Papple book mama" He always wants to read 'Ten Apples up on Top', it's his favorite book along with 'The Giving Tree'. Pulling the book out of the small stack we have sitting on our table next to the bed I began reading to him. We count all the apples together while he tries to help me. When we finished the story he climbed off my l