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As you can see, The Nine-Year-Old is making quick work of her New Year’s Resolutions. “Take Darth Vader and Yoda to see Rogue One” is already complete. Related Links: More Wordless Wednesdays on Caterpickles Star Wars Crochet pattern book, because I know … Continue reading
I’m outsourcing the Friday post completely to The Nine-Year-Old this week, because someone got to go to bed when Game Seven went into a rain delay, while someone else decided to stay up unconscionably late. This week’s books: Heir to the … Continue reading
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, The Eight-Year-Old blends her love of folding paper and Star Wars.
This week, in a shocking reverse of the usual procedure, our question went from Mommyo to The Eight-Year-Old. Mommyo, curiously: “The Eight-Year-Old, what do stormtroopers read?” The Eight-Year-Old went away for a while, and came back with this: Who knew The … Continue reading
Our mostly-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross The Eight-Year-Old’s desk. This week, an innovative animal shelter campaign that pairs Star Wars characters with adoptable future friends, a proto-star cluster out in space, and of course, more books about aliens … Continue reading
Our semi-weekly survey of the tidbits that cross the The Seven-Year-Old’s desk. In the news: What do animals see in the mirror? (National Geographic) Dolphins, apes, and elephants can all recognize themselves in the mirror. Put a flamingo in front … Continue reading
One of the wonderful things about living in our new neighborhood is that The Six-Year-Old and I get to walk to and from school every day. Any day it’s above 10 degrees outside that is. Normally, I love it. Exercise … Continue reading
The Five-Year-Old, out of the blue: “Mommyo, why aren’t you a Star Wars fan?” Mommyo, defensively: “I am a fan. Who told you I wasn’t?” The Five-Year-Old, matter-of-factly: “Daddyo.” Mommyo, huffily: “Well, I don’t know why he said that. I … Continue reading