little lovelies

Dust Storms

The kitchen redo is well on its way. As with every home improvement project that graces this address, we are behind but not discouraged. The previous owners had some serious issues with doing thing right and because of their uber crappy tiling job the guys had to spend a few extra hours today knocking out tiles and cement board, which left a fine dust everywhere. It was pretty awful in the kitchen and back yard. Thank God no one has asthma troubles or it would have flared badly. I would post pics, but blogger won't let me tonight. @*&^@#&! Blogger! No worries, I'll post bunches tomorrow to make up for it.

Since I had kid-duty I got to take my monkey boy out for the afternoon while peanut slept. We went thrifting, where I got some great books including a vintage Singer Sewing book all about sewing everything you can think of. The pictures are pretty fab.

We also went to the library today and got monkey his first library card and borrowed his first book. They even gave him a certificate with his name, the date and the title of the first ever book he borrowed- Arnie the Doughnut. Thoroughly hilarious. We have read it 1 and a half times already (we only got halfway through at bedtime, monkey was tuckered out and asked to finish it tomorrow) and will surely read it many more times before we go back next week for more books.

When I was in elementary school we lived on Oahu and every week my parents would take us to the library where we could get as many books as we wanted. For a freaky bookworm like me that was like Christmas. Every week. How fabulous is that? We only stopped going to the library each week when my parents realised I was (and still am) a kid who liked to read her books over and over and over. Good books are my friends.

The Secret Garden, Anne of Green Gables, Jane Eyre - all my friends. I would read these books and just couldn't part with them. They became a part of me and how could I give that back to the community library? After that (and probably largely in part because of cheap books from Scholastic) my parents bought me books to my little hearts content.

Taking my little boy to the library was a momentous occasion for mom, if not for son. He thought it was cool and liked exploring the shelves, but was only as interested as a three year old could be. He was pretty impressed with his bookmark and certificate, though.

For Easter this year I have decided to make my kids library bags instead of Easter baskets, even before our little trip. I figured that library bags would be more useful than Easter baskets, anyway.