Wordless Thursday: Bundled up
I know. It’s supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, but the Columbus Day holiday is throwing me off. You’d think after 12 years of living up north…
I know. It’s supposed to be Wordless Wednesday, but the Columbus Day holiday is throwing me off. You’d think after 12 years of living up north…
The other day The Six-Year-Old asked if she could write a letter to Congress. We said sure. Here’s what came back: Transcript: Dear: Government. You are…
Normally I don’t like to talk about commercial products on my blog, but while we wandered through our local supermarket the other day, The Six-Year-Old found something that is just too good of an idea to keep to ourselves.
One of the benefits of packing up your family and moving 2000 miles away from everyone your daughter has ever known is that in this highly…
This is supposed to be a wordless day, so I’ll keep it short. Things have been quiet here lately because I’ve been distracted from blogging. Ironic,…
The Six-Year-Old, politely: “Mommyo, can I tell you something?” Mommyo, warmly: “Of course.” The Six-Year-Old, informatively: “Spaying works on tribbles, but not neutering.” Mommyo, carefully: “OK.”…
Adjusting to a new school has been tough on The Six-Year-Old, so on Friday, we celebrated the end of her first week with a visit to…
The construction paper may be thick on the ground here at Caterpickles Central, but willing workers aren’t. How can a frustrated mother get her six-year-old to pick up after herself without complaining?
Yesterday, as we were driving home from a highly satisfactory dinner at Horse Thief Hollow*, we passed a softball field in the middle of a not-yet-known-to-me…
Ever since The Six-Year-Old adopted Grace Elvis from the Field Museum earlier this year, she has taken her responsibilities as a dinosaur parent very seriously. Things…