Library FAIL

Pointing at Clifford the Big Red Dog (you'll just have to trust me that he's there):


So, ever since I had Ben I've been looking forward to time spent together in the library. He LOVES books and loves picking out board books for us to check out, and is really in awe of the fish tank and tiny little kiddie chairs and stuff in the kids' section. And I'm pretty much content to be in a library, blissfully walking up and down the aisles, inhaling deeply. He WILL share my love of books. :)

So as soon as he was old enough, I signed him up for our library's Lapsit program. I even opted out of joining the early childhood PTA this year so we could make all of the classes. But he didn't seem crazy about the first few classes, and I didn't much blame him.

He actually likes to listen to me read the books, and points out things he knows in the pictures. I'm animated and stuff when I read, but I don't jump up suddenly to do a little dance or grab a few puppets. The lady was very hyper and animated, and Ben was really taken aback at first. He mostly just sat on my lap fearfully and then sometimes wanted to be hugged. I figured he'd get used to it. I know most kids probably love books read this way, but Ben's the product of Michael and me, so ...

Then, this last week, when I finally thought he was starting to enjoy it, he seemed completely comfortable. Like, way too comfortable all of a sudden. (Sidenote: I've written "all of the sudden" all of my life and just recently found out that was wrong.) Instead of sitting on my lap and watching the show, he started wandering around and climbing on chairs. A lot of other kids were doing the same, but I wanted him to get something out of the little dances and stuff the leader was doing. I try to show him stuff, but as long as he's not disrupting, I tend not to press him to do any particular thing since these classes are supposed to be for his enjoyment. Still, he was getting farther and farther away, so I motioned energetically for him to come back. He smiled politely and looked at me a little bit like he was wondering where he knew me from. Other parents were smiling at me as their older children did the dances and recitations perfectly. I followed him as he wandered from chair to chair, making little singy sounds. He found the entrance to the puppet theater and tried to climb into it, while I tugged him backwards and tried to motion his arms through the "be a monkey" part of the song the leader was singing. I had turned to watch the leader "be an elephant" so I could show Ben how to do it, when I heard a CRASH. Ben had climbed onto a folding chair that wasn't locked, and had fallen backwards into the wall. DISASTER! I grabbed him (less gently than I could have) and tried to get out as soon as I could before he started wailing. He only sobbed a couple of times, and didn't seem hurt.

It was especially sad to have to ditch the class, though, because we had a different leader for this particular class who was actually really good and who I would have thought Ben would love.

Oh well. At least he still seems to love the library!

Struggling to put on his name tag:


The teacher we walked out on: