Last Friday Sarah was home from school during the afternoon because of kindergarten round-up. She played Uno with Dr. Peds. She read a few books. She created beautiful jewelry with plastic beads. She played nicely by herself with Legos, and by the time I got back from volunteering at the…

Dr. Peds: Do you have a yucky diaper? Mr. Sneaky Pants: Nope. Just gas. Toots. Toots and more toots. Gas is BEST.

The Banana was in transport to her crib for afternoon nap right after a tasty lunch.

This is not a job that can get done under normal daily circumstances, so I usually try to do it at night when people are sleeping. However, today Dr. Peds was in charge of the kidlets and I folded away for a nice hour and a half this morning. At…

Mr. Sneaky Pants: (out of the blue at 10:37 a.m.) Mama, can we go to Hawaii today?

I really am a modest person. Really. But I can’t resist not telling this story. Late last week Dr. Peds brought home a bag of long skinny “clown balloons” with some instructions and decided he would embark on the process of learning to make all kinds of balloon creatures. To…

The Banana is learning a few tricks from her big brother. Yesterday she ran past, a streak of chubby legs and arms. I noticed a mysterious cloud of white dust following her, but I was busy with other things and didn’t really play close attention. A few minutes later Mr.…

It was big stuff, getting to sit at the big kids drawing table. The only problem was that The Banana was a little too short to actually reach the table. So she improvised. I love the chunky monkey belly on this last one! Stout, with firm ideas sums up this…

Mr. Sneaky Pants: Mama, do the teachers at church stay there? Do they sleep in the nursery at night?

Sunday afternoon before I left for a nasty dress rehearsal for my chamber choir concerts (it was fraught with disaster, and I’m hoping that tonight’s concert goes much, much better) we took a little jaunt down to the rocky beach to play. Rocks are far better than any commerical playground,…