Library or Lakeshore...

Today I took the boys to the library. It's only a few blocks from my house and it seemed like a good, wholesome activity. Jam was having a grand ol' time picking out some glossy picture books. Mudd was content watching his brother mull over the choices. "Yummy, Yucky" or "No, David." Yup, life is tough when you're two and half and haven't a care in the world...except whether or not you get a cookie for snack and a clean diaper after a nap. When he finally picked out the chosen four, we made our way over to the checkout. That's where they have the "current" bestsellers...I grabbed three books on a whim and kept my fingers crossed that they were good. I miss those days where I could mull over my book choices at the library, sit in a nice, plush chair and read a few chapters in peace...After we got home and took baths, it was time to read our books. Or so I thought. I started to read our first pick. Jam said "no, thank you. I want that one."
He was pointing to a stack of catalogs in the corner. "That one" was the Lakeshore (developmental toys) catalog. Aside from the fact that it's super thick (I hate to be one of those moms that decides whether to read a book at night to their child depending on the length...but I'm just so tired of marathon picture book sessions), I wasn't sure how a Lakeshore catalog counted as a book. I picked it up and we began to go through it. Every single page....every paint brush, scissors, and crayon. Even Mudd yawned at the tediousness of it all. Remind me why we went to the library again? Who really needs books when you have catalogs calling your name?