I was dashing into the library the other day and had a funny exchange with the library clerk.
Baby John doesn't like the library for some reason. I don't know if it is the bright lights or whether he just knows he supposed to be quiet and enjoys a good roar to break the silence.
I know he hates the library so I plan my library outings very carefully. All books are selected and ordered online while he is sleeping. No browsing the books stacks for me right now.
Once the note comes from the library that the books are available I either send JK or my mom. Sometimes I have to do it myself, like today. On those occasions I plan our trip to the library to come after morning naps and also right after a feeding (when he is the happiest).
Today I followed the same routine. Nap, feed, pack into the car. Drive the 5 minutes to the library. Put him in the stroller, wheel him into the library. Go directly to the hold stacks, pick up the books and DVDs. He was fine until I reached for the first DVD, then he let out a roar. I threw the DVDs into the stroller and practically ran to the hold book stack. Threw the two books into the stroller and ran to the check out.
At the check out he was screaming and screaming and I was fumbling with my card and the books. The library clerk came over, I apologized for the "noisy patron." "Oh, don't worry. But if you don't mind me asking, what's wrong with him?" I looked at her dumbly. What's wrong with him? Probably nothing more than he hates the library, but would she believe me? No. She obviously had never had a child. Then she explained, "I only have dogs at home." Oh, yeah...
I had to laugh. I've come to learn that babies cry for a variety of reasons. Some of them are just a plain dislike of the library. Ha! Life is funny.