Overheard on a Saturday morning…
The Six-Year-Old, shouting down the hallway: “Daddyo! If Spock needs me, tell him I’m in the shower!” Related Links: Spock’s secret mission (Caterpickles) More trouble with…
The Six-Year-Old, shouting down the hallway: “Daddyo! If Spock needs me, tell him I’m in the shower!” Related Links: Spock’s secret mission (Caterpickles) More trouble with…
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Love it or hate it, every year National Novel Writing Month (NaNoWriMo) inspires hundreds of thousands of writers around the world to spend November in an…
Mommyo, browsing around the Internet in pursuit of a suitable distraction from NaNoWriMo: “Did you know that Jane Austen has a plaque at Westminster Abbey in…
Close-up of the sign she’s reading: In case you can’t read the small print, the sign reads “Site of the First Self-sustaining Controlled Nuclear Chain Reaction…
It’s the week before Thanksgiving, which means it’s time to start thinking about gifts your kids can make to give to their friends and family this holiday season. I came across this yummy recipe for a hot cocoa mix buried in a comment chain on some random cooking chat board earlier this fall. It makes vats and vats of mix, which means your kids can make enough to give to everybody — even themselves.
On getting out of the car after a long drive, The Six-Year-Old, tiredly: “Daddyo, would you boost me up?” Daddyo, incredulously: “You’ve just been sitting for…
This fall, The Six-Year-Old caught a particularly nasty cold that dragged on for what seemed like weeks and weeks. In truth, it was five consecutive days…
When I learned of a Victorian taxidermist named Walter Potter who delighted in crafting ornate scenes using preserved animals dressed in period costume, naturally my first thought was, “I wonder if Walter Potter and Beatrix Potter were related?”
A week or two ago, The Six-Year-Old caught a rather impressive cold. One night at bedtime, The Six-Year-Old snuffled up to her father. “Daddyo, what can…