Showing posts with label National Book Festival. Show all posts
Showing posts with label National Book Festival. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 3, 2014

National Book Festival

We made our annual pilgrimage to the Library of Congress' National Book Festival this weekend. The festival moved from the National Mall to the Washington Convention Center this year and I am still trying to decide if that is better or worse. The highlights of our day included:  

1. Visiting of the Hall of States where Atley collected maps from each of the fifty states and from all the U.S. Territories
2. Exploring the PBS Kids Booth where Harley got to meet Peg and Cat, plus Curious George
3.  Meeting Captain Underpants and having his author sign our Captain Underpants book
4. Getting lots of free books, pencils, coloring books, book marks, stickers, buttons, rulers, posters, etc.
5. Lounging on the comfy bean bags enjoying our books

Saturday, October 5, 2013

National Book Festival

Each September the Library of Congress hosts the National Book Festival. Luckily for us it was a couple weeks before the wonderful government shut down that we are all enjoying so much.  It takes place on the National Mall and features lots of author book signing's, story time for kids, free books and tons of other activities.  We had a fabulous time except for the 10 minutes that Nash disappeared in a crowd of a least 10,000. I guess it shouldn't surprise me. He is not one bit interested in reading, which is practically blasphemous to his mother. This year, as is usually the case, PBS Kids had a huge booth where the children participated in Sid's Stinky Smelling Challenge and met some of their favorite characters. They even wrote and illustrated their own little books.
All three of them chose a monster theme for their books, Here is the text Harley made me write in her book next to her illustrations:
 
"Monsters! Help!  It's going to bite us.
I'm going to die.
I need a drink of Mountain Dew. Help! Help!
I want to make a ladybug.
Oh no! There is another monster. We have to fight it.
We fighted the monster and now it's dead.
We have to write now.
Let's play checkers and with sparkles.
That's All!"
 
I am fairly certain I am raising a young Jane Austen.