During my twelve weeks with Henry, I must have read In My Tree a few hundred times. The book features the simple story of an owl in his tree with his family. The book includes a felt owl finger puppet.
I would always start by singing In My Tree, by Sara Gillingham and Lorena Siminovich…while pronouncing the surname Siminovich in the Serbian way, though I am not sure that Henry ever noticed that. I would actually sing most of the book:
In my tree I perch on a sturdy branch.
I hoot at the starry sky.
I wash my feathers in the rain drops.
With my family.
Tonight, while reading books before bed, Henry decided he wanted to read the book again. This time, he read the book (from memory). He even controlled the finger puppet.