Wordless Wednesday: Random acts of art
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“What’s a yurt?”
A week or two ago, I finally got around to telling The (now) 9YO the answer to the question her 4YO self had asked about the rules for when Y was used as a consonant, not a vowel. She listened politely until I got to my list of examples. “Mommyo, there’s no such thing as a yurt. You made that up.”
What’s The Eight-Year-Old reading this week?
Regular readers will recall that last week, The Eight-Year-Old took a firm stand on the subject of No Chapter Books on Spring Break Week. Spring Break would be All Comic Books All the Time, Mommyo, and There’s Nothing You Can Do About It Except Read One With Me. Well, imagine my surprise when I caught The Eight-Year-Old on our Very Large Red Reading Couch with a copy of Al Capone Does My Shirts.
Wordless Wednesday: What’s a tiger got to do around here to get some service?
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“How does a salamander catch a dragonfly?”
When my four-year-old daughter learned that land-based salamanders eat dragonflies (among other things), her mind had a question: “Mommyo, how do salamanders catch dragonflies?”
Baby, it’s cold outside
The Eight-Year-Old on a walk on a snowy, icy day in early March: “It feels like the cold stealth commandos are infiltrating my body.” We’re going to…
What’s The Eight-Year-Old reading this week?
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old asked me to run a special all-comic book edition to commemorate…
Wordless Wednesday: Eleanor Roosevelt’s Famous Blueberry Pudding
A friend of ours who collects vintage cookbooks shared with us this charming, hand-lettered recipe from Eleanor Roosevelt for blueberry pudding. The Eight-Year-Old and I are still…
“When is Y not a vowel?”
I still remember the stormy March day almost five years ago when my daughter learned that not all vowels were constants. A, E, I, O, and U are always vowels, but that Y is a trickster. Sometimes he’s a vowel, sometimes he’s not. This news was extremely distressing for The (then) Four-Year-Old. “Mommyo, when is y not a vowel?”
What’s The Eight-Year-Old reading this week?
Really I should call this post “What’s The Eight-Year-Old chomping at the bit to read this week,” because that’s what this post is actually about. The Eight-Year-Old…
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