On Friday we went to the library for the first time in months. Something about the overdue fines I always seem to accrue (imagine that) and trying to avoid any more of those in the confusion of traveling.
Before we go in we always have the "be quiet, no running, listen to mommy" talk. And in the library they were superb. Even when I stopped to quietly introduce Beza to a few moms there.
Then as we were checking out I was having a lovely chat with the librarian about Ethiopia and how it changes you. Great conversation. Then she said something nice about how adoption will be great for all of our kids and how good they are.
I was just about to nod my head to say, "Why, yes, they are being great!" when out of the corner of my eye I watched T grab the handles of the stroller and give it a push. A push towards a bookshelf. In slow motion I tried to reach it before the impending crash. Too late. Thankfully, it was a very gentle push that didn't hurt or phase Beza in the least and only caused one book on display to fall.
The librarian was not so amused (I wasn't either, actually). She said something about speaking too soon. I laughed and said, "Ahh, but we're all a work in process! :)" And then I chased after T who had escaped through one set of the double front doors. And I smiled again and we left. And that, my friends, was real life on display at the library. :)
Before we go in we always have the "be quiet, no running, listen to mommy" talk. And in the library they were superb. Even when I stopped to quietly introduce Beza to a few moms there.
Then as we were checking out I was having a lovely chat with the librarian about Ethiopia and how it changes you. Great conversation. Then she said something nice about how adoption will be great for all of our kids and how good they are.
I was just about to nod my head to say, "Why, yes, they are being great!" when out of the corner of my eye I watched T grab the handles of the stroller and give it a push. A push towards a bookshelf. In slow motion I tried to reach it before the impending crash. Too late. Thankfully, it was a very gentle push that didn't hurt or phase Beza in the least and only caused one book on display to fall.
The librarian was not so amused (I wasn't either, actually). She said something about speaking too soon. I laughed and said, "Ahh, but we're all a work in process! :)" And then I chased after T who had escaped through one set of the double front doors. And I smiled again and we left. And that, my friends, was real life on display at the library. :)
I have no picture of the "incident" but here are sweet T and little Beza. He loves her. Every day he comes over to her unsolicited and says, "I love you, Beza."
Well, it sure warms my heart to hear that something like this and comments like that are not just happening to my family! I love the "We are all a work in process" line! I'm gonna steal that one!!
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