my sanity

Sophie and I have been going to the library every Tuesday night for a couple of years.

Trying to do the same outing with an almost 4 week old baby who goes by the nickname "starvin marvin" leave little to the imagination. The fact that Fynn is a handsome lad who attracts much attention, especially from kindly librarians is a good thing. I can only do so much with 2 hands, so having someone take him while I juggle a book bag stuffed full of sophie's books, coats, purse and library card is appreciated. It still didn't help that he had worked himself into a lather over something ?? and resulted in that new baby cry that is hard to ignore.

sophie also took this trip as her chance to test the boundaries of my tolerance. While I agreed to let her wear her tutu to the library, our deal was that she had to wear her shirt and coat. They both came off in the library - and she didn't want to put them back on when we were leaving. There are some things I don't argue about -- this was one of them. If she is cold, she'll know better for next time.

Two good things from the trip: I received a $28 credit (from the library no less) for a book that they thought I had lost, but turns out they did (and subsequently found it), and this book happened to be in.