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Charlotte's first visit to the library

We went to the neighborhood library today after Charlotte's afternoon nap.  I hadn't been to this location since I was a little kid myself (I grew up just down the street from this location) and needed to get a library card so I could fully introduce this girl to one of the most amazing places in town!  Books!  All of the books!  To read, over and over again, and then find new ones to fall in love with!  For free!

The librarian was very helpful and I had a card in minutes.  I took Charlotte to the back of the library to the children's section and was a little... underwhelmed.  The board book selection was good, but there was nothing for these little people to "do" and no where cozy for them to fall in love with said books.  I wish there had been some soft, cozy seating and lighting... something playful.  I felt my classroom environment senses tingling and tried to remind myself that I can only control so much before chasing my tornado into the young adult section.

We agreed on 3 books and a movie (which she has no idea is actually a movie, she was just thrilled to see Minnie Mouse and SQUEALED with delight when she found it) and made our way home.

The most stressful thing?  Books at the library are obviously put away by their call numbers.  And toddlers can't read.  So every book she pulled off the shelf had to find it's appropriate home.  I did my best to corral her, but I think future trips will require more thought/planning/bringing materials from home.  Haha, Imma have my OWN toddler time at this library!!

Guys, being unemployed isn't my jam, but I am determined to enjoy these long days with Charlie Bug and make some core memories that bring nothing but joy!

xo
Mama Porch

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