Driving while parenting, Episode IV
Daddyo to the driver of the gold Jaguar cutting him off on I-90 in the midst of Chicago rush hour traffic: “Oh sure, bring your expensive…
Wordless Wednesday: My Sky Yesterday
While this image of the Earth from Saturn was making the rounds of the Internet yesterday, The Six-Year-Old and I were hanging out at our little…
Wordless Wednesday: Plane landing over Boston Harbor
Before we moved last month, my friend Victoria and I went on a whale watching trip. While we were still in Boston Harbor, we caught sight of a plane landing at Logan Airport. Turns out that landing is just as terrifying when viewed from a boat.
On the Road with The Six-Year-Old, Episode 4: How can you tell the difference between a decrepit old barn and a merely ramshackle one?
While passing through Pennsylvania on our recent road trip, Mommyo, pointing: “Now that’s a decrepit old barn.” The Six-Year-Old, enlightened: “Oh! So that’s what decrepit means!”…
A recipe for preserving children and other news of our week
Happy day after the 4th, everyone. Our bikes haven’t made it yet to our new home, so our traditional July 4th plan (decorating The Six-Year-Old’s bike…
Wordless Wednesday: Dr. Seuss National Memorial Sculpture Gardens in Springfield, MA
We kicked off our recent road trip with a visit to the Dr. Seuss National Memorial Sculpture Gardens in Springfield, MA. The Six-Year-Old’s pictures from this magical place will follow later (I still haven’t found that darn cable), but in the meantime, here is my favorite.
In which I begin to explain the recent Great Silence
Long-time readers know that it is not my practice to burden either of us with a long post on Saturdays, but since I haven’t posted since…
The Six-Year-Old goes bowling
The Six-Year-Old simply adores candlepin bowling. And I adore her running commentary as she does it. The Six-Year-Old bowls, hoping as Six-Year-Olds will, for a strike…
Wordless Wednesday: Crescent Ridge Dairy Farm in Sharon, Massachusetts
Every year about this time, we trot off in search of the region’s best ice cream. We have a great deal more research to do before we pick a winner, but the Crescent Ridge Dairy Bar in Sharon, Massachusetts is definitely on the list of contenders.
Wordless Wednesday: My blog might be taking over my life
For Mother’s Day, The Six-Year-Old, Daddyo, and I traipsed down to Harvard Square for a little sight-seeing and shopping. Of course, we popped into the Harvard Coop. Doesn’t everybody?
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