Isaac at the Library
With a little guy there are lots of firsts and one of my favorite thus far has been going to the Townsend Library with him. The Fitchburg Library is not quite as nice and has what seem to be totally random hours. So it was Townsend.
There is something about libraries, having worked in two over my life, that always makes me feel at home. They have so many things and in an age when you pay for water, its staggering to realize that so many of them are free. The folks at the Townsend Library and their endowment have made sure that everything is nice. They have rows of computers many of them Macs. They have incredibly deep and comfortable furniture, like a Starbucks without the snootiness. And the kids section in Townsend is glorious. There are giant teddy bears and toys and a train table. There are rows of Macs for kids to use. There is a quirky table made from a single slab of wood by a local cabinetmaker (it is simply gorgeous, here is his site). Then there are the books and the librarian. She unironically loves kids books and not necessarily because she is a parent. She understood that they are like little windows in worlds.
Isaac ran through the library being as quiet as a two and half year old can be and he delighted in the books. In the end, we took home a stack of books, including the one I read to him tonight for bedtime--the Library Lion.
It was a great little adventure.
There is something about libraries, having worked in two over my life, that always makes me feel at home. They have so many things and in an age when you pay for water, its staggering to realize that so many of them are free. The folks at the Townsend Library and their endowment have made sure that everything is nice. They have rows of computers many of them Macs. They have incredibly deep and comfortable furniture, like a Starbucks without the snootiness. And the kids section in Townsend is glorious. There are giant teddy bears and toys and a train table. There are rows of Macs for kids to use. There is a quirky table made from a single slab of wood by a local cabinetmaker (it is simply gorgeous, here is his site). Then there are the books and the librarian. She unironically loves kids books and not necessarily because she is a parent. She understood that they are like little windows in worlds.
Isaac ran through the library being as quiet as a two and half year old can be and he delighted in the books. In the end, we took home a stack of books, including the one I read to him tonight for bedtime--the Library Lion.
It was a great little adventure.