Friday, February 15, 2013

Fancy Nancy Grows Up!

Fancy Nancy Grows Up in the new Nancy Clancy chapter books. 
My daughter loves these books. 
She has loved Fancy Nancy for as long as I can remember. 



Nancy is spirited and fun and full of life. She takes "dressing up" to a whole new level. Every day she is decked in feathers and sequins and glitter. What little girl wouldn't love Fancy Nancy!

Now she has a new chapter book series. In "Nancy Clancy, Super Sleuth", she is a detective, complete with pink trench coat. She is busy solving crimes with her best friend Bree and the results are fun and adventurous. My daughter actually cried when it was over. Nancy is a terrific character and I think my daughter bonded with her while reading it. She was so sad when it was over. 

In the Book 2 of the series, "Nancy Clancy, Secret Admirer," she is trying to get two teenagers to fall in love. I finished reading this to Annabelle in less than a week. It was simply charming. Again, Nancy is such a fun character. She gets into all kinds of trouble trying to arrange the two star-crossed lovers. The result is hilarious and unexpected! 

I love reading chapter books to Annabelle. She is 5 but she has such a rich vocabulary from being read too. She loves listening to me read and I love reading to her. What a great experience for us both!


Thursday, February 14, 2013

I'm glad she wasn't one of those kids

I'm a little late in posting this but here it is... While watching the Super Bowl I was moved, as I'm sure many of my readers were, by the Newtown, Connecticut kids singing "America the Beautiful."
My daughter is 5 almost 6. She is beautiful. She is smart. She is precious. Just like all children are to their parents. I can't ever imagine taking a breath without her. I can't ever imagine the heartache of the parents the children of Sandy Hook feel each day. I hope I never have to.

When the children of Sandy Hook sang at the Super Bowl my daughter walked into the room and said, "I wish I were those kids."

She knows nothing of Sandy Hook. She knows nothing of violence besides what her brother's small hands can inflict upon her. She knows nothing except what she saw. She saw beautiful children singing. She knows she wants to be a "pop star" when she grows up. She saw children singing on tv and she wished to be them.

I hugged her.
I hugged her so tight.
Finally she looks at me says, "why are you hugging me?"

I just smiled. In my mind I thought how glad I was that she wasn't one of those kids. I hope one day she can stand in front of the whole world and sing or dance or speak and everyone everywhere will know what I already know.

But I'm glad she doesn't know the pain and violence those kids have had to endure. I am so very glad.