The Five-Year-Old takes a stand: “No killing tigers. Period.”
I’m still working flat-out trying to catch up from last week’s vacation, but that’s ok, because The Five-Year-Old has commandeered Caterpickles this morning for a Public…
My view today
Our third snowstorm in three weeks didn’t drop quite enough snow to make snow cream, but I’ll happily settle for lacy trees and a day off…
Midweek school vacation boost
It’s hump day for school vacation week. What are your kids up to? Here at Caterpickles Central, we’re thrilled to have come across a treasure trove…
“Do mice get Lyme Disease?”
Yes, it does takes me a really long time to get to some of these questions. Well over a year ago, Daddyo came home from work…
“Does President Obama read Caterpickles?”
The Five-Year-Old, curiously: “Mommyo, does President Obama read Caterpickles?” Mommyo, definitively: “No.” The Five-Year-Old, shocked: “He doesn’t? Weird. Why not?” Mommyo: “He doesn’t have time.” The…
Is it the weekend yet?
As you may have noticed, I’m reserving most of my words this week for my novel-in-progress. But I wanted to share with you this amazing photo…
A Valentine’s Day tip from Caterpickes…
Don’t take relationship advice from crocheting magazines. And I say this as a devout practitioner of the Yarn Arts. April Fool’s Day, though… that’s something else…
Oh what a difference 24 hours makes…
The Five-Year-Old provided for scale. The drift behind her is our Camry. But it could be worse. At least it hasn’t been raining spiders. Related Links:…
The Bubonic Snowflake & other perils of Snowpocalyse 2013
The Snowpocalypse is upon us. When The Five-Year-Old and I heard that Governor Patrick had ordered the roads in Boston had closed to all non-emergency travelers,…
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