When School Vacations Go Bad

Another in my backlog of Mulberry posts… Scene: I’m sitting on the couch enjoying a few minutes of down time during Thanksgiving break, when The Five-Year-Old…

If The Five-Year-Old were President

“I miss Finz,” The Five-Year-Old said one afternoon as we were driving past the site of her favorite (and now closed) seafood restaurant. “I wish I…

Robins, ticks, and cherry blossoms? Already?

Perhaps you’ve heard that we’ve had an unseasonably mild winter up here. Maybe the fact that The Five-Year-Old was still struggling with mosquito bites in November clued you in. Or maybe it was the complete lack of complaints about snow (and the requisite snow shoveling pictures that you know I would have posted, had they existed). Or maybe you live here and experienced the disconcerting bliss of a basically snow-free winter in Massachusetts for yourself.

I’ve been vaguely uneasy about the whole thing all winter. So I spent some time reading up on it.

If you draw a preschooler a mouse

If you draw a preschooler a mouse, She’ll tell you he looks hungry, and ask you to draw him a plate of cheese. When you draw…

Cool things I learned while obsessing over my WordPress stats

My little blog has a global audience. Red is where most of you are — no surprises there, but I was surprised to see I had…

What’s going on at Caterpickles?

Between protesting proposed budget cuts to the public school budget, bike riding, inspecting local boulders for signs of glacial activity, hunting for asteroids, and the need…

How to make your own leprechaun money

This year for St. Patrick’s Day, The Five-Year-Old and I decided to make our own leprechaun money.

How to get your child to hate St. Patrick’s Day

And maybe vegetables. Mommyo: “It’s St. Patrick’s Day, The Five-Year-Old, do you know what that means?” The Five-Year-Old, excitedly: “The leprechauns filled my pot with leprechaun…