Wordless Wednesday: Dinosaur in the Frost
Meant to post this during the not-polar-vortex last week (or was it the week before?), but you know, flu. Slowly catching up on things around here.…
My year so far….
Flu. Norovirus. Migraine. I am well now, and oh so thankful for it. Will get back to blogging next week after I catch up on one or…
Wordless Wednesday: Winter. Here. Now. For a very long time. Maybe forever. Bleak.
Mommyo, wailing in despair after checking this week’s forecast: “Daddyo, why did you ever bring me to this wretched place?” Daddyo: “Cryogenic preservation.” Related Links: Wordless Wednesday…
Wordless Wednesday: What I did this week
I lost one of the apples to this toy while we still lived in Norwood. Two moves later, I finally found it. Honestly, it kind of…
What to do with your old Christmas tree
In his book, Why Don’t Woodpeckers Get Headaches?, birding enthusiast Mike O’Connor suggests that folks who purchase real Christmas trees place them along the fence in their backyard once Christmas is over to provide shelter this winter for local birds. That got me wondering, what else can you do with your tree once Christmas is over?
Snacktime at Caterpickles Central
I’ve been making a lot of green smoothies lately in an attempt to painlessly increase my fruit and vegetable intake. I love them (usually). The Seven-Year-Old is…
Merry Christmas!
Well, you’ve gone and done it — spent another year reading Caterpickles. We’re awfully glad you did, and to show our appreciation, The Seven-Year-Old wants to…
Wordless Wednesday: Mouseton Abbey
I may be desperately seeking last minute Christmas gifts, but I’m not that desperate. Or am I? Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles
“Why do some people call Santa Kris Kringle?”
While we were driving through Orland Park a few weeks ago, we passed the Kris Kringle Haus, a holiday pop-up store specializing in European and American-made Christmas goods. It was obvious to The Seven-Year-Old that this merry little store was just the place to do a bit of Christmas shopping, but one thing was a little confusing.
The Seven-Year-Old, curiously: “Who’s Kris Kringle?”
Dinnertime at Caterpickles Central
Mommyo, curiously: “The Seven-Year-Old, will you tell us about your day?” The Seven-Year-Old, plaintively: “Do I have to? I’m kind of out of words and then…
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