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There will be dancing, cupcake making (and decorating), a surprisingly intense Bendominoes tournament, and snacktime (aka cupcake eating). And no doubt, once The Five-Year-Old reads today’s Caterpickles, there will also be puppies for rent. That’s right, according to the Daily … Continue reading
I continue to be fascinated by this Strawberry Festival poster, which I found in the archives room of my church a few months ago. As does The Five-Year-Old, who after hearing my explanation of why the soaring price of ice … Continue reading
If you’re just joining us, recently The Five-Year-Old asked me how Americans used to make ketchup in those bleak days before Henry Heinz brought his ketchup to market in 1876. Yesterday we found and translated an old-timey recipe. Today we’re … Continue reading
One of the reasons I love eating at local diners is that they tend to serve ketchup in glass bottles. The Five-Year-Old, though, was a bit surprised to learn that squeeze-and-squirt hasn’t always been fundamental to the ketchup experience. The … Continue reading
Hint: When she woke up this morning the first words out of her mouth were “Mommyo, have you made me a trophy for climbing my first tree yet?”
Via the Norwood Patch, I have learned that: Santa will be making daily visits between now and Dec 24 to the Walpole Mall, the Bass Pro Shops in Foxborough, and South Shore Plaza in Braintree, for the photographically inclined. Or … Continue reading
Recently, we acquired a 2012 Entertainment book in the hopes that it would have lots of great coupons The Four-Year-Old and I could use as we explore the world. So far, it seems to, so yay for us. The Four-Year-Old … Continue reading
As you may recall, a week or two ago there was a heated scene in our kitchen between my daughter and her parents regarding the future of a rather extraordinary (in my daughter’s opinion) wishbone extracted from a rather ordinary … Continue reading
The evening in early June that my daughter and I spent huddled in our basement waiting for the tornado warning to expire is definitely in the running to be one of the formative experiences of my daughter’s childhood. Over a … Continue reading