Warp Speed, The Five-Year-Old!
The Five-Year-Old, completely unnecessarily: “Do you know I have a propeller in me? It goes vroom!”
The Five-Year-Old, completely unnecessarily: “Do you know I have a propeller in me? It goes vroom!”
Naturally, within moments of declaring to the world my intention of taking a week mostly off from blogging, I received my invitation to the Ultimate Blog…
Posting will be intermittent next week. I’ll be around, but then again so will The Five-Year-Old, and as she is ever so much more interesting than…
Although The Five-Year-Old loves a good Pajama Day at home, I get cranky if we string too many of them (read: >1) in a row. But there are only so many times you can go to Capron Park Zoo, Jamaica Pond, the Boston Public Garden, Moose Hill, or even the Boston Museum of Science. Consequently, I’m always looking for good day trips with The Five-Year-Old, and with summer coming up, I was pretty happy to find Outdoors with Kids: Boston at our local bookstore last week.
One day in early February, my five-year-old daughter called me with an urgent question. “Mommyo! Weddings! How long have those things been invented.” Turns out people have been getting married pretty much as long as there have been people around to get married to.
Sometime last year, The Five-Year-Old discovered the highly informative children’s book series “The Cat in the Hat Knows A Lot About That.” The books relay all…
Most years The Five-Year-Old and I dye eggs at Eastertime. But this year I just wasn’t feeling it. Dyeing eggs is smelly and messy and the results are generally disappointing. Also, no one in the family likes to eat hard-boiled eggs. So we made butterflies out of tissue paper instead.
You break time. Mommyo, groggily, a mere three hours after Daylight Savings Time took effect this spring: “The Five-Year-Old, daylight savings time is supposed to make…
Mommyo, after yet another incident in which Google has accurately guessed what she wants to search for after she’s typed only three letters in her mobile…