Story Time, Part Two

In an effort to destroy Story Time for kids everywhere, my sister convinced me to bring the boys to Story Time at a different library. This one clearly advertised for toddlers so I agreed to give it a try. I do have pregnancy brain so the events of last week were not as sharp as they should have been. We arrived 10 minutes early to avoid the librarian scolding and awkward trampling of the other kids to find a seat. Arriving somewhere early with toddlers, however, is not always a good thing. Noah used the time to pick up all the mats set out so nicely and throw them in a corner while I waddled behind retrieving them. Mason was equally as productive (destructive) taking the tape set out for the name tags and creating his own tape ball. Others started to arrive and I was pleased to see they fit in nicely with my little misfits. One pig-tailed little girl that wailed the entire time (which I was all for, only made the boys look better), two babies that clearly didn't get the memo I missed last week about the ages, one little one with bumps and scratches galore - you knew she wasn't going to sit still, and my personal favorite, the little one in the corner chomping on the mat. This was our kind of crew. Wish I could say we finally met out Story Time home, but sadly this one was not for us either. The problem this time was the Story Time itself. The flyer advertised Songs, Books, and Finger Play. Instead we began the class with stretches. Yes, stretches. Not sure what kind of muscles you pull while reading, but we took the necessary precautions. The librarian began his series of stretches while the misfit crew became restless. Noah offered his binkie to another child while Mason, trying to follow along and stretch to his toes, began undoing the Velcro on his shoes. After the stretching portion was over we started the books. My sister had seen advertised Curious George, which is a favorite for the boys. Instead the books were a series of three about shoes, but all having about 20 lines a page. I lost interest after the first page so you can imagine how the kids did. And bless the heart of this man, but he was so monotone that the mat chomper in the corner started nodding off. The song portion never happened and by book three the kids had run wild. Well, we tried. There is one more to try close to my house, so look for Story Time again in the future. Clearly I like to live dangerously.

Here is Noah, choosing again to rush to the front of the room and be the center of attention to the class. My parents have a good laugh at this because I too was a class disruption when I was young. Already looking forward to those future parent-teacher conferences.

And here is Mason, clinging to the exit door, whining "time to go bye, bye". Well said, buddy. Well said.

The one silver lining in the day  is that the librarian barred a striking resemblance to the giant in my favorite movie Big Fish. Reminded me that I haven't watched that in awhile. Honestly you hang out with toddlers enough, this is how your brain starts to wander.