If there's a sudden hush in the house in the middle of the day it probably means that John is absorbed in his books.
He'll be sitting in the book corner amid a sea of colourful board books, intently turning the pages and staring silently at what he sees.
For a few magical minutes, my presence will be unnecessary and he'll be oblivious to my work. Playtime will pause and the house and I will sigh with relief as we watch and smile and wait for the happy madness to resume.
Several times a day I will stoop down to pick up the books that are strewn across the floor in the book corner and several times a day John will stand beside the little table that holds his books and systematically pull them back to the floor.
But the delight that sweeps through my heart when I witness my baby getting lost in the magic of books is enough to make me savour this simple task, and the joy that I get from watching him 'read' always puctuates my days with beautiful moments of bliss.