In which I am forced to confront my own irrelevance
The Six-Year-Old, holding up a picture of a pine tree in the sun: “Mommyo, what color on here do you want the back of the tapestry…
In which Daddyo schools Mommyo on wine
Scene: Mommyo and Daddyo are discussing which wines to buy to fill out our woefully depleted wine rack. Mommyo (whose migraines keep her from drinking red…
The Six-Year-Old celebrates Take Your Tiger to Work day
It’s Endangered Species Day, and you know what that means: It’s Take Your Tiger to Work day. The Six-Year-Old, on finding Tigery already stationed at her…
Guess who got her yellow stripe yesterday?
We interrupt our regularly scheduled Wordless Wednesday with this important news update. The Six-Year-Old has earned her first yellow stripe in karate. Congratulations, The Six-Year-Old!
Wordless Wednesday: My blog might be taking over my life
For Mother’s Day, The Six-Year-Old, Daddyo, and I traipsed down to Harvard Square for a little sight-seeing and shopping. Of course, we popped into the Harvard Coop. Doesn’t everybody?
The Six-Year-Old Watches Cartoons: “Superman Episode 3: The Arctic Giant” (1942)
A few weeks ago, we were in the mood for old-timey cartoons, so Daddyo put together a marathon of the original Superman cartoons from the 1940s. Watching old Superman cartoons is inherently fun, not only because of the way Superman’s skills have evolved over the years (Superman doesn’t fly — he jumps like some sort of caped flea), but also because The Six-Year-Old comments freely on what she’s seeing.
In which The Six-Year-Old deploys her secret weapon
Looks like Daddyo’s chess domination days may be numbered. In case you’re curious, the book The Six-Year-Old is reading is Chess for Children by Murray Chandler.…
Wordless Wednesday: Our Magical Red Bush
One of my favorite parts of spring is that moment when I walk outside and catch the mysterious red bush in front of our house in…
In which The Six-Year-Old visits Faneuil Hall
Scenes from our trip to Faneuil Hall Marketplace in Boston.
The joys of spring
On returning home yesterday to find a carpet of little green seedlings on our driveway, The Six-Year-Old declared: “Green roses! Aaah, some adoring fan is throwing…
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