Wordless Wednesday: Helpfulness, according to cats
Look, Cat Mom, isn’t this great? I’ve sorted all the plastic bags for you. Related Links: More Canelo pictures on Caterpickles
Look, Cat Mom, isn’t this great? I’ve sorted all the plastic bags for you. Related Links: More Canelo pictures on Caterpickles
Earlier this summer, The Eight-Year-Old stumbled onto the concept of derivative art. She looks up various works of art on her Daddyo’s iPad, then redraws them as portraits of Tigery. You can see her first effort, the Tigery a Lisa, here. This week, The Eight-Year-Old and her buddy Tigery are reworking Edvard Munch’s The Scream.
At some point in the next couple of years, we plan to renovate our 1920s-era master bathroom. The Eight-Year-Old, naturally is full of ideas. The Eight-Year-Old, surveying…
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, we meet the not-so-newly discovered Hellboy dinosaur and mourn the loss of the world’s oldest living cat. The 8YO also reads Pioneer Cat by William H. Hooks, Call of the Wild: A Mutts Treasury by Patrick McDonnell, and The Original Illustrated Sherlock Holmes by Arthur Conan Doyle.
Ah, summertime. When finishing a puzzle can be the major accomplishment of the week. Good times.
In which I ask the Orkin man how many legs centipedes really have and why they have them. Turns out some centipedes have more than 100 legs, some have less.
After reading Harry Potter and the Sorcerer’s Stone and Harry Potter and the Chamber of Secrets in two breathless gulps, The Eight-Year-Old couldn’t wait to start Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban. And if she wanted to read it, our book parenting philosophy demanded that we let her. But knowing she wasn’t ready for it (and knowing that the remaining books become ever-more challenging as the series go on), could we in good conscience let her?
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Over the weekend, The Eight-Year-Old stumbled onto the concept of derivative art. She looked up various works of art on her Daddyo’s iPad, then proceeded to redraw them as portraits of Tigery.
The Eight-Year-Old, out of the blue, on a recent trip to the suburbs: “Mommyo, what protects tow trucks from UV radiation?” Mommyo, curiously: “I don’t know, The…