Throwback Thursday: Snow days are hard on parents
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I am once again reminded how grateful I am to no longer be the parent of a small child in the snowier bits of the U.S.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I am once again reminded how grateful I am to no longer be the parent of a small child in the snowier bits of the U.S.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the three-year-old sings a lullaby to Cozy the Cat.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I enjoy pretty pictures of snow, now that I no longer have to shovel it.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, my daughter demonstrates the proper way to perform CPR on a T.Rex. #ThrowbackThursday
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, I resolve to read all of the green books in the house. (Happy New Year!)
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, a bat convinces me not to decorate for Christmas. Merry Christmas, y’all.
In this week’s extract from my now-deleted Facebook archives, the Five-Year-Old sings a letter to Santa.
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 2012, my then five-year-old daughter and I spent quite a bit of our time looking at, talking about, and creating art. So it was a bit of a surprise to hear her ask one day, “Mommyo, what do I have to do to get a job in government?”
Diving through the Caterpickles Archives certainly is entertaining. Here’s another random funny thing my daughter said from sometime in our past…