I organized TH's bookshelf very deliberately. The bottom shelf, floor level, is for Activity books. Peek a flap, poke a dot, sensory books and similar. Stuff that TH can look at solo and get almost as much out of it as if I read it. The next shelf up is for carboard books suitable for bedtime stories. TH gets to pick one smallish toy and one book each evening, and then after I read the story TH decides which one to keep as a comfort item through the night. Paper books are too easily damaged, so they're not included on the shelf for bedtime stories.
The third shelf up is where the Jewish Children's Illustrated Bible and Sephardic Children's Stories and A Treasury of Jewish Folk Tales and similar are kept, and until recently they were too high for TH to reach.
Tonight, TH reached the third shelf and pulled down the illustrated bible, and asked me to read it. I reminded TH that it's Shabbat, which was met with great excitement. TH picked out the candles from the box in the kitchen, covered their eyes while I said the blessing, and giggled and chanted "Shabba Sha'om!" while I danced and bounced and tossed the babby like a (very heavy) ragdoll. They also gleefully announced "It's Shabbat!" while I was getting the candles set up to light.
And then we read the children's version of Beresheit. TH got very excited over the pictures of animals on the Fifth Day in particular. We almost made it to Gan Eden before the bedtime antsies got too severe, and it was time for TH to lie down and go to sleep.
I think we're going to read from the illustrated bible on Shabbat from now on, expanding our home observance now that TH is old enough to start to appreciate more.