It’s official

that Nicholas appears to have the same love affair with books as his sisters do.  While we are lucky that he appears to enjoy their vast collection of bookish hand-me-downs, he has a few interests that were not around when they were young.  Given we can only take so much with us when we move in two short months, we try to utilize the local library as much as possible.  

 

Today Nick's buddy Nate stopped by for a while, so we had a group trip to the library.  It occurred to me on the way that A. it had been a while since we had visited the library and B.  Nick should be eligible for a library card, given that he mastered the writing of his name quite some time ago.

 

I apparently missed the news that they stopped that whole "one has to write his or her own name to get a library card" years ago, as now one can get one at age two.  Or maybe I knew that and subconciously figured he should wait until he was old enough, as that would make the event a wee bit more special.  Who doesn't remember the excitement of getting that first library card?

I can't say the clerk was terribly excited about Nick's new card, but I gather he sees this sort of thing every day.  However, I can't say I didn't swipe away a tear watching him *sign* his name and get his official passport to book heaven (and two key cards, which just cracks me up).  

 

After much fussing at me over the photos ("Will you stop taking pictures?!"), we headed over to the scanner so he could handle his first official check-out.  Mind you, he's checked out many a book on my account (and I have the paid receipts for fines to prove it!), but it's definitely exciting to slide your own card under the scanner and check them out 100% by yourself.  

Sometimes you just want to stop time and freeze it for a few moments.  Today it's a library card, tomorrow it's…nope, not gonna think about tomorrow yet.  Just going to go peek in on the LG sleeping sweetly and think about today one more time.