I don't know how I got so lucky to be born here and not in Afghanistan, or in the time period I was and not in 1410. DH watched the (teething, sick) baby while I took the rest of the kids to the library this afternoon. We walked out with buckets of books, so many the kids had a hard time carrying them all, actually (with me ignoring their hints). I just felt rich getting into the car with all of these pages and pages of stories!
One of the ones I got was
An Egg is Quiet. I'd never seen it before, although I'd read of people predicting that one for a Caldecott a couple years ago. I don't think it ended up with any award, but is sure should have! What a beautiful book! I don't buy picture books often, but um, that one is currently running front and center for the next time I need to make such a purchase.