welcome to my internet home. this blog used to be cool, with insights about mental health, social policy, pop culture and the like. now, it's a chaotic collection of my mis-spelled, scribbled-down notes on motherhood (who has time to proof read?). it's over-ran with goldfish cracker crumbles, slobery wet kisses, and un-edited pictures. and i would have it no other way. feel free to laugh and cry along side me while I balance a practice (mental heath) and motherhood, and their interconectedness

Friday, October 21, 2011

Story Time

I finally got brave and took Lyla to Story Time at our Library.  I don’t know what I was expecting, but I think I irrationally thought all the kids would be sitting quietly on a rug listening to an old lady read stories.  Which is why I hadn’t taken Lyla.  Like she’d still still for longer than..mmmm…10 seconds?!  She’s a busy bee that one.  But a friend assured me the kids are all young and wiggly like Lyla.  So we went and have been every Wednesday since.  She has a grand old time!  The “old lady” is slightly old, with saggy boobs (inappropriate?), but so engaging and fun.  After each story she has them dance around the room or sing a song.  Brilliant. Each week has a theme like Autumn or Halloween.  Here’s Lyla dancing around with a streamer. 

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