We all know public library bathrooms are a (pardon the pun) crapshoot. Which is why I don't know that the moment Her Majesty The Baby is in the library she has her own (often not quiet) business to attend to.
Today we went on a venture. Finding the literature to appeal to each child is a challenge. I notice that the ficiton section for smaller children is shrinking at our library. Is it at yours? Our non fiction section is growing, a result of the focus on non fiction by our Common Core standards. It's my personal opinioin that Common Core has it's positives and negatives. The convoluted, insensible math is one. I do like that it encourages non fiction reading, but I personally feel that rather than taking shelf space from fiction we should have utilized more of our gigantic lobby at our library and simply had more books. There is also a tiny copy of MADELINE. I don't know about you but for me that book was so much about the fantastic, huge illustrations with that tiny girl. It's quite wasted on a tiny, square copy. I shall have to buy rather than check out as I do believe that it's a good required reading for a household.
As I am always on the road, driving, I gently plunked the car seat on a table beside S. who was already reading some technical manual on Pokemon. The audio section is sort of in a hallway and I didn't want to knock people over with the carrier. As I was round the corner, chatting to the librarian, Her Majesty the Baby instigated a tiny fuss, no doubt due to some of the royal activity in her lower meridian. Her brother rocked the carrier, which had a tiny tinkling toy on it, thusly earning the wrath of a man at the computers nearby. I wasn't even aware, as I came back, collected the baby, and headed to my banishment to Children's. Why, why they will not stock any sort of parent appropriate reading anywhere near the Children's section I do not know. It's so frustrating, as anyone who has had a few kids in tow knows. It's a wasteland for adults over there. I look longingly at the books from there as I flip through books for the children and allow them to browe. Le sigh.
S. did not say a word to me, stayed at his table and continued reading. Another mother came and told me and I went over. I will admit that the collar of my little black wool dress was hot indeed. It was hardly a disruption, no more than the sound of shoes on floor, in fact, and the toy makes a faint sound, not a loud one, less than the sound of fingers on an old keyboard. I reached S., and he looked up and smelled trouble. I asked him, "Did someone rebuke you?" and the man in question did not look up. I said simply, "Well. Libraries are about books and in turn, also about children. Please tell me next time. Please come with me."
Though thinking on it I think S. handled it rather more correctly than I did. Gently ignoring while complying because it was a fairly simple thing to stop doing if he found it irritating. Really, I do believe our so-to-speak village has the right to say something to a child in public if they need a correction. Certainly the older gentleman was not polite as he might be, but people often aren't and S. must learn to cope with that. It was silly of me to make a fuss and to fuss in that way specifically.
The day yawned open rather early for me. Her Majesty is teething or doing something royal and it's disrupted the sleep patterns. I'm well into a pot of coffee and I came home with the full intenion of eating a See's Chocolate. But then I picked the wrong one and so I had to have another. That happens sometimes. Our quest of unloading possessions continues. The garage fills and at the other house, I am having a Grand Giveaway in January. After the Giveaway, I will hopefully have the Goodwill pick up items. I absolutely love the Goodwill. I buy almost all our household goods and clothing from there, shopping about once a week, rather than buying new. I see Her Majesty's Clothing as mostly a "for rent" program. I buy, use, then donate so frequently that we saw another mother buying some of her infant clothing in line the other day. The boys giggle because as we shop we so often find items from our own home and the prices are amazing for what we were so anxious to let go of. I hope it does some good. It does make us think rather carefully about every single purchase, to be surrounded by so many things is a reminder of how many things there are, period. It's still a case of a mini minimalist meeting a capablable storage minder.
We are still fascinated by The Life Changing Magic of Tidying Up. Slowly we are assessing things, and I let it be messy in the meanwhile. Things that are messy either get picked up and used and find a home or after a few days, I put in the ever growing donate pile in the garage.
MB is home after a day of fighting crime so I'm going to go say hello.