At the Library

I hope everyone had a wonderful St. Patrick's Day! I managed to serve a rainbow of fruit for breakfast, and that's about as far as my creativity got that day. The other 3 Pinterest-worthy ideas I had were left sitting out on the counter taunting me. We had a busy day complete with a cranky baby so the holiday crafts were not a top priority. It's not like Emerson really appreciates the fact that I took 10 minutes of my life to dye pasta with green food coloring so we could make a green St. Patty's Day inspired necklace while also honing her fine motor skills at the same time. And honestly, she'd probably be freaked out if I tried to paint her hand green for the hand-shamrock activity I also had planned. So instead she ate her rainbow of fruit and wore a green tutu dress... and that was that.

But speaking of appreciation, the library has mine! Emerson and I have been going once a week. The kid section of our library is great: it's secluded, it has a play area, and it's pretty big! While Emmie plays, I thoughtfully pick out a selection of books for her. I pick out books that relate to the season, to upcoming holidays, to milestones she's close to and even ideas we've talked about at home. Her favorite books are the ones that feature animals. 

In contrast, as we make our way to check out, I hastily pluck a book off the "New Fiction" display for myself. The book I grab is solely based on one of two things: the title and/or the cover. I know! I know.  You're never supposed to judge a book this way, but recently, it's all I've got time for. Funnily enough I've actually had some pretty great luck doing this. Okayyy, if we're honest, I've also had some pretty crummy books too. Regardless, it's still nice to head to bed knowing you have a new book awaiting you.

Apparently Emerson agrees with me as she's been quietly boycotting bed. For two hours after we tuck her in, she wanders around her room gathering her stuffed animals and flipping through all the books she can find. It's hard to be mad at her for staying up so late when she's quietly reading. I mean, c'mon! Plus, let's be real here, this face doesn't hurt.