I vividly remember one morning during my maternity leave.
I had been up for hours already, we had already played with different toys and done tummy time, and we had just watched Dad leave for work.
I turned to my baby and said "What are we going to do for the rest of the day?"
It was 7 AM.
We read. We read a lot those first few months.
I read board books, picture books, poems from Where the Sidewalk Ends (I've always been fond of this one). One day I left for work while Grandpa was reading aloud from The Wall Street Journal (hey, we all have our go-to favorites).