Wordless Wednesday- First Library Card


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  1. JudyMarch 21, 2012 at 2:58 PM

    Priceless :)

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  2. MarianneMarch 21, 2012 at 5:15 PM

    You've got yourself quite the future heartbreaker there - with BRAINS!!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 22, 2012 at 12:29 PM

      He's also quite charming. My husband and I worry about the teenage years!

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  3. SubmommyMarch 22, 2012 at 7:27 AM

    He's SO cute! Nice. The world is wide open when they can read. Getting a library card is such a great milestone. Congrats to him!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 22, 2012 at 12:29 PM

      Reading has been a struggle for him. I'm so glad he's starting to find how amazing books can be.

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  4. Michelle SMarch 22, 2012 at 12:11 PM

    I remember my first library card! How exiting!!

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    1. Julie DeMilleMarch 22, 2012 at 12:31 PM

      You know, I don't remember going to the public library much when I was a kid. I got my books from the school library. Remember the card catalog? I always wanted one of my own. All those little papers in cool drawers.

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    2. Michelle SMarch 22, 2012 at 1:36 PM

      I still want a card catalog. Think of all the cool stuff I could put in it!

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