The Library is like a ones year-old’s dream come true.
My baby turned one last Sunday, and with it his walk turned into a run. People asked if he was now getting into things more now that he’s walking, but he always was.
Now he just does it faster.
Back to the library. Picture being a baby and going to a place with walls and walls of things to rip, all at your level. People put those same things in spinney shelves; that spill out on the floor when you push on it. There are long isles to run in, and it’s so quiet you can hear your voice!
Mommy and brother and sister chase you up and down the isles. The fun never ends.