It’s May, which means any day now a massive thunderstorm will form in Yoro, Honduras, pelting the region with heavy rain for hours. By the time the rain’s over, the ground will be covered in small, blind, silver fish. Locals call it the Lluvia de Peces (rain of fish). But why does it happen?
A few weeks ago, a miracle happened and we were able to convince The Eight-Year-Old to go see a live-action film (Disney’s Cinderella) in an actual…
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, an innovative animal shelter campaign that pairs Star Wars characters with adoptable future friends, a proto-star cluster out in space, and of course, more books about aliens and dragons.
C2E2 was in town recently, so we spent some time checking it out. I wish you could have seen The Eight-Year-Old’s face when she spotted Stan Lee. Star-struck only begins to describe it.
Everything my daughter knows about classical music she learned from reading the comic strip Peanuts. So when she informed me that macaroni and cheese was Beethoven’s favorite food, I decided to check her facts. Turns out, she was right. But Beethoven’s mac and cheese definitely didn’t come out of a box.
My Mother’s Day bouquet from The Eight-Year-Old. She’s been bringing me these all week. Related Links: My blog might be taking over my life (Caterpickles)
The Eight-Year-Old, desperately, after piling into the car for yet another trip out into the world: “Mommyo, I forgot to bring a book! We have to…
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old reads all about scheming weasels in Elys Dolan’s Weasels, friendly aliens in Dugald A. Steer’s Alienology, flying girls in Betty Brock’s No Flying in the House. She also found time to hang out with Schroeder’s Muse and visit OlogyWorld.
If only I could embed the sound of birds chirping and the lazy sweep of curtains swaying gently in the breeze. Related Links: Wordless Wednesday: Bookshelf with cat (Caterpickles)
The Eight-Year-Old’s school has been celebrating poetry all month. Yesterday was Poem in your Pocket day. The kids were asked to pick a poem, print or write it out, and carry it around in their pocket all day, reading it to everyone they met. The Eight-Year-Old picked “The Tyrannosaur” by Bill Watterson.
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