Liberry day - a photo journal
Today was library day. We returned last week’s books and headed in to get some more.
(Yes, that is a tree in our library.)
And get more we did. But these books will only last him about two afternoons, then we will need to go back for more.
Sometimes at the library we do more than read and get books. Sometimes we dance.
and have puppet shows
(again with the trees).
When we leave the library we sometimes go for a snack like Izze pop and pumpkin bread.
Or some organic apple juice to rejuvenate us
so we can dance some more.
Because that’s what Jazz is for.
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What cute pics. Reminds me that I need to go to the library myself. I’ve been a bad girl. My library book was due on Monday.
Okay this is really weird. We went to the library yesterday. My ladybug got the Dragon Rider and my manchild loves Hank, we are reading #50 about the ancient bone right now.
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When I see people taking pictures at places like the library or the grocery store, I just think to myself, “Blogger!” ;)
Cute pictures! Lovin’ the Crocs! Wishin’ it was warm enough to wear them here now.
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Holley - you are alive!
Marye - we love Hank! He has read everyone of them about ten times each, now he is working on collecting them for his own.
Karen - heehee.
Ah…Izze in the bottle. Liquid bliss!
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Yes, but barely. Got a hacking cough. Just buried a great-aunt who’s last words were pretty much, ” What’s taking my Taxi so long?” Catered a soccer banquet for 100 or so. Bought another Jeep. Trying to find a cabin in Tenn for Spring Break (when I would much rather spend it in Destin). Need to go to bed right now but A SHOOK wont turn the HYSA soocer fax in so I can send her some registration forms that they demand be in tonight. Need some chocolate. Showchoir Invitational starts tomorrow night with Anna’s group performing. Becky will perform on Saturday and I have to work in the kitchen for four hours. Hopefully I’ll be hacking up hairballs by then and no one will want me to work in the kitchen. So there. Where’s my codeine?!