An event of some moment has taken place in the Pickwickian domicile. A new little Pickwick has joined the ranks and Fr Pickwick finds in this new recruit not another lovely young lady, but rather an ally for himself and possibly even a bass. Well, in a few years. The Pickwicks find themselves rather puzzled,… Continue reading The Pickwicks are Pleasantly Puzzled, and Baby P Gets a Promotion
Fr. P: “Why are the roses I bought you for Mother’s Day hiding on top of our dresser? They look nice, but wouldn’t you be able to enjoy them more out here in the open, where you can see them?” Mrs. P: “So that they will be the first thing I see when I open… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick does Mother’s Day
The first of the spring sunshine is finally warming the Pickwickian abode, and every year, the children become immediately convinced that I have spent the winter thinking up unique forms of childhood torture to break out upon the first daffodil sighting. I always deny the charges vehemently, but to you, my dear readers, I feel… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick makes a Confession
Small Pickwick, in process of being educated: “Mommy, do you want to hear something very funny? When I first read about Romans I thought the book said ‘A Roman in a Taco!’ But now I know that they wear Tagos, not Tacos. Sometimes I still like to imagine them in tacos, just for fun.”
Fr Pickwick walks out of the house carrying a large hammer: “Be back later this evening! I’ve got a confession scheduled, then a mission report phone call, and then headed to prison.” And Mrs. Pickwick quietly wonders just where the hammer comes in.
Thanks to this timely reminder from a dear friend and dedicated reader I had several days to mentally prepare for the coming disruption. However, I am left without much material for posting. We were not any more than usually late for church, the clocks in the Pickwickian vehicles are now only 6 minutes fast and… Continue reading Mrs. Pickwick and the Clocks, Part the Third
It does not take very much excitement to be a red-letter day in the Pickwickian domicile. In fact, it does not take any excitement at all. Sometimes I fear we may be depriving the children of the wild enthusiasm of, say, a trip to Disney Land. However, most of the time, I prefer to consider… Continue reading In Which Mrs. Pickwick Replaces the Toothbrushes
Small Pickwick to Sweet Pickwick, as they play with their Louisa May Alcott paper dolls, barely able to speak through her own amusement: “Look, look! It’s Jo, dressed as Amy!!” Maniacal giggling from both. After reading Little Women, the Pickwicks enjoyed a Movie Night. It is the first time Small has been able to compare a book to… Continue reading Bookworms in Bloom
In honor of the feast of the Presentation of the Lord into the Temple, or as I prefer to think of it, Candlemas (because I can thus easily imagine myself the vicar’s wife of Barsetshire or Shepperton, 18–), I decided to become Crafty. I initially pictured myself making beautiful beeswax candles in Sunday School that… Continue reading Another Inspiring Homeschool Post: Mrs. Pickwick on Crafts