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As you can see, our storm glass still isn’t back to normal. So Mommyo has declared that this is the week The Nine-Year-Old and I finally learn to use the Galileo thermometer Daddyo gave us all those years ago. Let’s start with … Continue reading
As you remember, yesterday The Nine-Year-Old and I tried to reset our storm glass, with rather surprising results. A couple of hours after the official experiment had ended, I wandered into the office to find the once-clear storm glass looking like … Continue reading
Last week, we tested our storm glass to see whether the crystals were forming (or dissolving) in response to changes in temperature. Short answer: Yes. But as you’ll remember, at the end of the experiment we were left with a pretty … Continue reading
Hint: When she woke up the next morning the first words out of her mouth were “Mommyo, have you made me a trophy for climbing my first tree yet?” Here she is, posing Caterpickles style with her tree-climbing trophy on that … Continue reading
The Nine-Year-Old has a day off from school today, and she asked me if she could spend it having a writing day with me. It promises to be an exciting day for her, sitting across from me at a table … Continue reading
Remember last year, when The Nine-Year-Old went to Grandma and Grandpa Summer Camp and sent back a photo of her snuggling a spry young alligator named Mr. Cuddles? Well this year, she insisted that Daddyo and I tag along. So … Continue reading
Always keep two paws in the sunbeam. Rotate paws as necessary. And ignore the paparazzi. Ah, summer.
Just a quick Caterpickle today, as Snoopy is in dire need of rescue. According to The Nine-Year-Old, Snoopy and his Sopwith Camel have been trapped behind electrified enemy lines. The Nine-Year-Old needs someway to draw off all that electricity so … Continue reading
The Eight-Year-Old has adored pickles since she was a mere Four-Year-Old. In fact, long-time readers of this blog will not be terribly surprised at all to find that today’s question dates from the Before Times when The Eight-Year-Old was a mere Four-Year-Old. … Continue reading
This looks to be the major accomplishment of our week. Ah, summer. Related Links: Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles