Every year about this time, Chicago decides that blue-brown rivers are boring. So the local plumber’s union uses a top secret combination of what they pinky-swear are ecologically-safe chemicals to dye the river green. Very very green.
In his book, Why Don’t Woodpeckers Get Headaches?, birding enthusiast Mike O’Connor suggests that folks who purchase real Christmas trees place them along the fence in their backyard once Christmas is over to provide shelter this winter for local birds. That got me wondering, what else can you do with your tree once Christmas is over?
Well, you’ve gone and done it — spent another year reading Caterpickles. We’re awfully glad you did, and to show our appreciation, The Seven-Year-Old wants to…
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While we were driving through Orland Park a few weeks ago, we passed the Kris Kringle Haus, a holiday pop-up store specializing in European and American-made Christmas goods. It was obvious to The Seven-Year-Old that this merry little store was just the place to do a bit of Christmas shopping, but one thing was a little confusing.
The Seven-Year-Old, curiously: “Who’s Kris Kringle?”
This holiday season, Penguin Random House wants to use social media to spread the joy of reading to children in need throughout the U.S. Every time someone posts or tweets a message containing the hashtag #GiveaBook on Facebook or Twitter between now and 12/25, Penguin will donate a new book to Save the Children.
While I enjoy all the rituals around Santa and the Easter Bunny, it is undoubtedly harder to teach your child that it’s important to care for others when your child’s world is populated by magical beings who are perfectly capable of doing all that work on their own. Here’s how I explained to my five-year-old why we can’t just sit back and expect someone else to do all the work of caring for others.
We are hosting Thanksgiving this year, and as usual, back when hosting was still a hypothetical prospect, The Seven-Year-Old and I got pretty excited about the possibilities. The Seven-Year-Old, brilliantly: “Mommyo, can we have an old-timey Thanksgiving?”
The Seven-Year-Old, reporting for Trick-or-Treating duty, SIR! This year she’s dressed up as Snoopy, the WWI Flying Ace. A better shot of the costume for the…
Happy Fourth of July! Despite appearances, I have not in fact declared my independence from blogging. I am still madly scribbling down The Seven-Year-Old’s questions for…
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