Note To Future Self

Those who’ve visited us understand that the library plays a rather important role in our teeny-tiny parental lives. I (Aaron) go to the local library just about every day the Sprouticus and I are home together. It helps that the library has a cafe.

It does mean we go through a lot of kids books. Yes, most (all) of them are well beyond what we need right now, but it entertains us at least.

Based on the fact I rather enjoyed our last post. I thought maybe we’d try mentioning the books which catch our eye. That should drive off our two remaining friends who don’t choose books based on their chewability. It could be worse, we could be mentioning what the adults of the household are reading, but then you’d just laugh at us, give us a wedgie and steal our lunch money.

I’m sure every parent has gone through a phase when they finally discover kid’s books which don’t talk down to kids, and decide they should waste their precious few electrons broadcasting this wondrous fact to a wide world which already knows. It’s a phase, it’ll pass. I don’t intend to become another smarmy kids book review site, but it’s a nice break and lets us do some posts with complete run-on sentences now and again.

Today’s find is When You Were Small by Sara O’Leary and Julie Morstad (illustrators are people too). It’s sweet. It even has its own blog.

I won’t ruin it for you, though if I think of a good “when you were small…” I might post it in the comments.