Five years gone already?

It struck me this week that I’ve been writing this blog for five years now, and I thought an interesting way to close out this final Monday of 2016 might be to look back at the top posts of each year so far.

Merry Christmas!

We still can’t quite believe it really happened. Thanks for reading Caterpickles this year. Related Links: More Christmas posts on Caterpickles Santa posts on Caterpickles

What’s The Nine-Year-Old reading this week?

This week, The Nine-Year-Old reviews two popular kids magazines: Ranger Rick, a nature magazine from the National Wildlife Federation and Ask, a science and arts magazine from Cricket Media.

Classic Caterpickles: “Why doesn’t Santa have heart disease?”

After reading The Night Before Christmas, The (then) Five-Year-Old and I had a conversation about the perils of smoking, and whether Santa smoked. The (then) Five-Year-Old has obviously been busy processing this information because a few days later she asked me, “Why doesn’t Santa have heart disease?”

Wordless Wednesday: Just four more sleeps until Christmas

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Caterpickles thinks too much about Christmas carols: “How do you troll an ancient Yuletide carol?”

Thanks for turning in for another special holiday edition of Caterpickles thinking too hard about holiday songs. This week, we’re wondering just what it means to “troll an ancient Yuletide carol.”

What’s The Nine-Year-Old reading this week?

This week, the 9 year-old reviews Niall and the Stone of Destiny, a biography of King Niall, a 5th century High King of Ireland, by Lance MacNeill, and Stowaway in a Sleigh by C. Roger Mader.

Wordless Wednesday: Quiet time on Wooded Isle

Even nine-year-olds need a little quiet time during holiday season. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles

Caterpickles thinks too much about Christmas carols: “What’s a bobtail?”

There’s nothing like seeing the lyrics of traditional holiday songs projected in giant letters on a screen in a school auditorium for making you realize just how weird they are. I mean, there I stood, trilling merrily about jingle bells and sleigh rides when all of a sudden I realized I had absolutely no idea what “bells on bobtails ring” even meant.