The Seven-Year-Old auditions for a job at Hallmark
The Seven-Year-Old, sweetly: “Mommyo, you’re like a needle sewing my existence together.” Happy Saturday, y’all. Related Links: More stuff The Seven-Year-Old says (Caterpickles)
The Seven-Year-Old goes shopping
Overheard at Bass Pro Shops… The Seven-Year-Old, excitedly: “A hot dog steamer? That’s my dream machine!” We’ll make a camper of her yet. Related Links: “What’s…
What do you serve to a party of dragons?
It’s March, which means that any day now, The Six-Year-Old will morph into The Seven-Year-Old. The Six-Year-Old is slightly obsessed with dragons (and their Viking trainers) at the moment, thanks to Cressida Cowell’s How to Train Your Dragon books, so we are planning a dragon (and Viking)-theme birthday party for her. Naturally, the topic of what kind of birthday cake we should serve came up.
Dinosaur Pet Guide
Last week, one of our favorite Norwood correspondents alerted me to this Dinosaur Pet Guide by John Conway (via I Love Charts). Although my daughter’s preferred pet (a Giganotosaurus) doesn’t appear on it, I think it’s safe to assume the experience of owning a T. Rex would be pretty similar.
Classic Caterpickles: Daddyo’s Winter Survival Tip: “Don’t taunt the hand plague.”
I’m desperately hoping that this renovation doesn’t morph into another Project Bob disastrophe. Remind me to tell you that little horror story sometime. For now, here’s…
(Mostly) Wordless Wednesday: Turtle on Trial
Over the weekend, The Six-Year-Old put her turtle on trial. She has not yet made the full list of his nefarious deeds public, nor has the…
The Six-Year-Old eats lunch
In general, The Six-Year-Old isn’t a big fan of sandwiches–or my cooking. So I was a little surprised the first time I ever made her a…
Trekking across Hoth
One of the wonderful things about living in our new neighborhood is that The Six-Year-Old and I get to walk to and from school every day.…
What to Do with Granola Bars of Dubious Origin
Last weekend, I decided it was time to clean out our snack cupboard of all the open boxes of processed foods that we’ve tried and rejected…
What a wonderful phrase…
After listening to The Six-Year-Old sing “Hakuna Matata” repetitively for ten minutes behind a closed bathroom door, Mommyo, curiously: “Hey, kiddo. How’s it going in there?”…
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