I Love Books

The kids and I went to the library this evening. It's been an unusually long time since we replenished our book supply. Maybe that's why the visit went so well. The kids wandered aisles, played with toys, and gathered books. The only one that ran around was the two-year-old, and that garnered looks of "oh isn't she cute?" rather than the "what is wrong with that child's mother?" glares we get when the big kids run in quiet places. They were all so calm that I had some time to look for my own books. The last time I was able to do that, without severe threats of punishment or children scaling the walls, Peter was in a stroller.

And then? Once we were home, the kids maintained their calm while they poured through their new treasures. With the exception of Peter getting out of bed several times to read, bedtime was easier than it's been in a while.

I love books.