In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my then four-year-old daughter spends the day preparing her bike for winter.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my daughter and I visit the glycodont at the Harvard Museum of Natural History.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my husband teaches our daughter how to use his Giant Camera for the very first time. She was three. We were in Cape Cod.
My daughter left me this butter sculpture by the toaster this morning. The more I contemplated it, the more I realized that it was the perfect metaphor for middle school.
Public art you can run around in is the best kind of public art. This week, my daughter explores Whiplash by Patrick Dougherty.
It’s getting to be that time of year again. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
A little birdie told me this morning that it was past time for me to commit a random act of blogging. Happy Wednesday, y’all.
It wouldn’t be summer if we didn’t post at least one lizard pic here on Caterpickles. With school starting this week, we cut it a bit close this year.
My husband and I will have been married for 20 years this summer. We celebrated by taking our family’s first trip to Aspen. Here are a few of my favorite photos from the trip.
My cat has just discovered that the chair I usually sit in at the kitchen table is perfect for him, so now I will never be allowed to sit in it again.