One of the many lovely things about being a mama is getting to read all the beautiful books and play with the toys given to my babe. I've always imagined reading my babies the classics - Goodnight Moon, Where the Wild Things Are - but we're so lucky to have many thoughtful friends who have given M. great books I'd never heard of before. 
Our friend Alexis, among an embarrassment of riches, gave M. the hilarious Iggy Peck Architect, which he now insists we read him at least twice in the morning and twice at night. I thought he wouldn't get into it until he was a bit older, but it has great illustrations and he's captivated by them. Come back from Boston, Alexis - we miss you! Harvard is not worthy...
You might remember from a previous post that I have a Fairy Godmother who lives in England. She has spoiled me all my life and now she's doing the same for M. In addition to giving him many lovely toys, snazzy outfits, his stroller and his snow suits, she has sent several books, my favourite of which is Margaret Wild's Fox for its darkly beautiful illustrations.
Congratulations on becoming Dr. Auntie Mo - we are so proud of you!
My dear, dear friend Rebecca gave M. one of the few Maurice Sendak books a didn't already have, and, like all the best kids' books, it is both sweet and slightly spooky. I was saving it until M. gets a little older, but now that I see how much he loves Iggy Peck, I might bring it out, if only so that I get to read it!
Rebecca also gave M. a Moulin Roty puppet that is so adorable, I've had to resist the temptation to bring it into my studio as decoration. (I promise I won't be greedy mom - I've even given M. all my very favourite old puppets, stuffed animals and soft dolls.) 
Baby, toys, books...it's even more fun than I imagined it would be...