I have this notebook. It’s full of pages and pages of books I want to check out from the library.
Sometimes we manage to make it to the library before it closes. Those are happy days.
After playing with new friends for the first hour of our trip the girls spot the computers and spend the remaining time glued to the screen in computer game bliss.
I’m a few feet away in the under-5 section reading books to my toddler boy.
And nursing the baby girl.
We make our way to our car with books overflowing our bags and toppling off the seat of the stroller.
The books are all read within two days. And re-read. And re-read. Read so many times over they’re mostly memorized.
And when mommy’s voice gets tired after the 50th reading, Brooklyn takes over.
The kids aren’t the only ones floating in a book heaven. I’ve put very happy dents in several of these books already.
Completely unrelated… we’d just read most of the books from the library trip that day and I was preparing dinner. Payson had his third banana of the day while waiting for his beef roast.