I found out that our local library has half-hour story time for toddlers a couple times a week. I’ve taken Connor Claire twice, and she really enjoys it.
I was watching her today and — surprise! — I got totally emo. 🙁 She was exactly like she was at Kindermusik — ran out in the middle of the room all by herself, smiling, clapping, dancing and waving to everyone like they were her adoring fans. “I don’t need to hold onto my mom, thank you very much.”
I gotta say, I don’t know where she gets it, because I was scared of my own shadow when I was her age. At some point I keep expecting stranger danger to kick in, but for now she’s outgoing to the Nth degree.
At one point today while we were listening to a story called Brown Bear, Brown Bear, What Do You See? I looked around the room, which was filled with babies and toddlers, and the PMS must’ve kicked into full effect, because all I could think was, “Oh, my gosh, all of these tiny babies are going to grow up to be people, and somewhere along the way, someone’s gonna be mean to them. Their hearts will be broken. They’ll experience disappointment….” POOR LITTLE BABIES! I CAN’T TAKE IT!
Dude. Yeah, I almost started crying in the middle of toddler story time.
I self-soothed by reminding myself that they’ll also fall in love, travel, explore new things, accomplish stuff…
Hormones. They cray-cray!
Oh, and get this: I also learned that our library has a policy that limits the number of books you can check out at one time to 50! FIFTY BOOKS.
How would someone even do that? Fifty books at one time??
I guess if they brought a big shopping cart or a wagon… Or maybe they could enlist some of their friends to go to the library with them.
Yeah, I wanna check out 50 books at once so I can smell each one, haha! I love the way books smell.
Your friendly neighborhood beauty addict,