My daughter left me this butter sculpture by the toaster this morning. The more I contemplated it, the more I realized that it was the perfect metaphor for middle school.
This week, I decided to hear for myself why my now 12-year-old daughter still collapses into laughter every time she listens to (or reads) the Bunnicula series by James Howe.
Public art you can run around in is the best kind of public art. This week, my daughter explores Whiplash by Patrick Dougherty.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
Once upon a time, I used to use Saturday mornings to post funny things my then four-year-old daughter said. She still says a lot of funny…
A little birdie told me this morning that it was past time for me to commit a random act of blogging. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
While swinging on the swing set one blissful afternoon, The Twelve-Year-Old noticed a furry beast with a rather fine set of long yellow teeth staring at her from his burrow. Naturally she wanted to know what was watching her. “Mommyo is that weird beastie a mole, vole, or gopher?”
It wouldn’t be summer if we didn’t post at least one lizard pic here on Caterpickles. With school starting this week, we cut it a bit close this year.
My husband and I will have been married for 20 years this summer. We celebrated by taking our family’s first trip to Aspen. Here are a few of my favorite photos from the trip.
This week, my daughter discovered the Klawde: Evil Alien Warlord Cat books by Johnny Marciano and Emily Chenoweth. It’s been a long time since I’ve heard so much joy coming from her part of the world, so I thought I’d tell you about it.