It has been approximately 3.2 million years since I posted about a picture book here at whimsy. Yet the main reason I have this blog-I think-is to share picture books we enjoy here at my house. To be honest, we have had a lack of exposure to new picture books lately for two reasons. We haven't been to the bookstore for a while, and since storytime has ceased for the summer, we haven't been to the library much lately either.

However, I went on Monday.
My kids were sick all weekend, and by Monday night, I was in dire need of a retreat. You know those times when you can't think of anything wrong with your life, but you are just so bummed out? Maybe I'm the only person blessed with a perfect life who feels this way. Anyway...when Husband got home, I said, "I-HAVE-GOT-TO-GET-OUT-OF-THIS-HOUSE-RIGHT-NOW-ALL-BY-MYSELF!" And he looked at me with only a slight smirk and said, "Go. Have fun."
So I went to the library. And a couple of the random picture books I pulled out are actually really-truly great.

Here is one:



A SOCK IS A POCKET FOR YOUR TOES by Elizabeth Garton Scanlon. 2004.

Do your kids love pockets? Or pouches? Or purses? This book is a unique look at what pockets are and the many treasures they can hold. It is both fun and tender. Here's a taste of it:

A bathtub is a pocket full of suds,
and piggies love a pocket full of mud--
oink oink.
The piggies need a rub-a-dub-dub.

A poem is a pocket for a rhyme,
and stars are little pockets full of shine--
blink blink.
Wish upon a pocket full of shine.

Wide arms are pockets made for hugs,
and your heart is a pocket full of love--
sweet love.
My heart is a pocket full of love.


Oh, and if you were wondering, the trip to the library was totally rejuvenating. Well, that and a good cry-about-nothing. Do you ever have those? I think it's part of being a healthy woman. You just have to have a good cry sometimes.