RIP: Charles Allen Cricket
This morning, it is with differentially heavy hearts that we at Caterpickles must report the death of another male cricket. As reported last Friday, The Nine-Year-Old’s first…
My other car is a batmobile
On a recent walk home from school, The Eight-Year-Old asked, curiously, “Mommyo, are you ever a masked super hero?” Mommyo, evasively: “Only on days that end…
The short but exceptionally adventurous life of Nicholas Nickleby, Cricket
This week, The Nine-Year-Old’s plans to raise an orchestra of crickets hit a snag when she discovers that crickets and cats do not make good housemates. For the last…
Wordless Wednesday: Chronicles of a Crappy Barista
Yeah, I don’t think I’ll be getting that call back from Starbucks. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesday on Caterpickles
Sunday Dinner at Caterpickles
Mommyo: “The Eight-Year-Old actually accused me this week of geeking out over Jane Austen.” Uncle Phil: “She’s not incorrect.” (I would like to note for the record…
Wordless Wednesday: Stuff on Cat Edition
“Ok, Cat Mom, here’s the deal. I don’t take off The Nine-Year-Old’s hand in just retribution for putting this @*&^%$ hat on me, and you start…
“Mommyo, did you run out of questions?”
Nope. I’ve simply been taken hostage by our tax return. Caterpickles will resume regular posting once I escape this paper forest.
Wordless Wednesday: What’s a tiger got to do around here to get some service?
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Baby, it’s cold outside
The Eight-Year-Old on a walk on a snowy, icy day in early March: “It feels like the cold stealth commandos are infiltrating my body.” We’re going to…
Wordless Wednesday: Cows on Cranes
Oh, Texas. Sometimes we really miss you. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesday on Caterpickles
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