What to do with your old buttons, or Christmas crafts ALREADY?
In which The Five-Year-Old and I try to turn a stash of old buttons into ornaments for our Christmas tree.
In which The Five-Year-Old and I try to turn a stash of old buttons into ornaments for our Christmas tree.
The Five-Year-Old: “Mommyo, when you saw the Easter Bunny, was there anything flying over him?” Mommyo, guardedly: “No.” The Five-Year-Old: “Phew! So he wasn’t being controlled…
Army Spc. Keith D. Benson. We honor you. Army Capt. Joel E. Cahill. We thank you. Marine Lance Cpl. Alexander Arredondo. We mourn you. Gunner’s First…
Most years The Five-Year-Old and I dye eggs at Eastertime. But this year I just wasn’t feeling it. Dyeing eggs is smelly and messy and the results are generally disappointing. Also, no one in the family likes to eat hard-boiled eggs. So we made butterflies out of tissue paper instead.
And maybe vegetables. Mommyo: “It’s St. Patrick’s Day, The Five-Year-Old, do you know what that means?” The Five-Year-Old, excitedly: “The leprechauns filled my pot with leprechaun…
Figuring out how old Santa Claus is depends on who you think Santa Claus is. In this post, we examine the top contenders and their ages.
Not sure what to get your buddy with the shiny new blog (or book) for the holidays this year? Shop no more. Have we got ideas for you! (And they’re all free.)
In which The Four-Year-Old gives Elvis some timely musical advice.