Terror at the Library

Week #2 of Story Time at the Library. You officially think it's the most terrifying place on earth. What is more horrific than a room full of babies and moms and books and librarians? Not much, according to you. Waaaait, I know...


You see dead people.

Once Upon A Time...

I've decided to wake up before you in the mornings to try and get stuff done. But this morning, by the time I got downstairs, threw out last night's cheesecake that was still sitting on the counter (or my nightstand, whatever), microwaved some coffee (your dad turns the pot on at 5am when HE wakes up), turned on the news, powered up my computer, and sat down... I realized you'll be up in like, 6 minutes. Oh well, let's see what I can accomplish in 6 minutes!!

I took you to the library yesterday for Story Time...


I can't believe it's taken me 11 months to do this. It was incredible. Short and sweet. Kids under 2 years of age everywhere. All kinds of moms, grandmas, one dad, nannies. Stories, songs. It was awesome! You were terrified.

Yes, I think you are suffering from stranger anxiety... which only encourages me to take you there more!

In the great green room...

...there was a telephone. And a red balloon. And a picture of...


I know this book by heart. Goodnight Moon, by Margaret Wise Brown. I have read it to you almost every night since you were born. Well, at least since you've been sleeping in your own room, which was around 6 months. I exaggerate.

The point is, I love reading it to you. Such a simple book, such a simple idea... saying goodnight to objects, to the air, the stars, to nobody. You love it too. (Isn't this a nice letter?)

Until recently. You're smart now, you're figuring things out. You know that Goodnight Moon means, BED TIME. Now, as you turn the pages - something you've done since you were very little - you turn them with such intensity, it's almost as if you're punching them. That's exactly it, you do not turn pages, you punch pages. It makes me giggle, which makes you shoot me a look of "this is not funny, MOM."

Oh well, it's still our special time, and our special book... even if you are trying to destroy it with your fists.