Our First Library Trip

We experienced our first library trip last Sunday, and it was awesome. I love the way libraries smell. Kind of like a sweet old man who holds a lot of secrets. 

There was this magical look in Anabelle's eyes as soon as we walked in. She viewed her surroundings and in true form, she got clingy within minutes. I pried her little hands off my legs and got down to her level. I told her we were at the library with tons of books to read and we had to be quiet, because, well, that's what you do at the library. Does anyone know who made that quiet rule at the library? I feel like some librarians tend to get a bit overzealous with the shh-ing. 

Anabelle thought it was a free for all, and started pulling all the books off the shelve. In true mommy form, I started putting them all back, desperately trying to remember the Dewey Decimal System. She would grab a couple of books, and head back over to the tables and grab a seat. We read about two and half books before she lost interest and started following this small group of elementary-aged girls. While she snagged a few lessons in prepubescent drama, I walked along the aisle trying to find a few books to check out. Did you know Jamie Lee Curtis write children's books? They are absolutely adorable, and we ended up checking out My Brave Year of Firsts and a few other books. So far, this one is my fav. 

The librarian said we can check out 75 books at a time. That sounds like a challenge to me. 

There's also a section where you can sit down and color and work out a few puzzles. We did both. Let me take that back, I colored and took pictures with my phone, while Anabelle attempted to hoard all the crayons from the girl across from of us. You would think she would have been a little more polite after the little girl whispered to her mom, "she's so cute!" Anabelle isn't very fond of sharing right now, which is totally fine. She's an only child. And as you can see, there was no shortage of community crayons. 

She wanted to take a picture when we left the library, but ended up getting sidetracked because she spotted a crow in the street. I'm starting to think she attracts crows, because everywhere we go, there ends up being a few she wants to try to pet as I run behind her screaming, "nooooo!" 

After the library, we stopped by the park, since it was nearing the witching hour and dinner was simmering in the crock pot. We ran in the grass and played "ring around the rosie" since wasn't feeling the interior of the playground, just the exterior. 

Mostly, we just sat on the bench because a few other kids showed up to play and she didn't want to share the jungle gym. More sharing problems. She kept shouting at them, "no!" while swatting her hands in their direction. I didn't mind sitting next to her. The bench was relaxing and it's nice to sit still every once in a while. You know what I mean? Yes, you do.

I can't remember what she was looking at here. Probably more creepy crows.