1. Last Wednesday we went caroling at a nursing home with a group of people from our church. It was a complete blast. Not only did we get to ride to the nursing home on a school bus (BIG news for Mr. Sneaky Pants), I was just overjoyed to be…

The Banana woke up from her nap and promptly snatched her favorite hat and thrust it toward me to put on her head. She wore it four hours until bedtime tonight. The girl loves fleece, I tell you.

It turns out that although I was feeling perfectly fine, I really had the flu, an ear infection, the chicken pox, a nasty case of the measles, a broken arm and strep throat. I found this out after an examination by Dr. Sneaky Pants and his trusty yet bizarre assistants,…

Last week we pulled out some beads from our bucket to make a garland for our Kids-Made-It Christmas Tree. Mr. Sneaky Pants was very excited about stringing beads, and he’s really very good at it. However, when he got seven beads on his string he decided he would much rather…

The Banana has been a Daddy’s girl from the onset. This makes him very happy, I think, because Mr. Sneaky Pants was a strongly attached Mama’s boy in his infancy and toddlerhood. I took this picture a few days ago on my birthday when we ventured out to a local…

The Banana was watching Sarah practice “Deck the Halls” on the piano yesterday. Every so often she’d tromp over and press the lowest key on the piano to help out, help that was not so very much appreciated.

The weather has been frigid. Today after taking off all of her winter outerwear, Sarah looked at me and stated calmly, “I’m colder than a ball of slime.”

Yesterday I rediscovered that flower arranging is not one of my talents. I had been dreading going to the MOPS meeting for several weeks because on the schedule was: “bring your own vase and make a special Christmas Centerpiece for your table.” My anti-domestic stomach was queasy just reading those…

Yesterday morning I was awakened by a wailing Mr. Sneaky Pants. Waaaaaaaaaah! Waaaaaaah! He had a soak-through in his pullup during the night, and was throwing a fit about that. Then he threw a fit about having to put his pajamas in the laundry shoot because they were soaking wet.…

This morning: Sarah: At church last night we were doing the letter S page for our book, and they put my name up on the bullitan board! Mr. Sneaky Pants: Why? Me: Because Sarah begins with an “S”. SSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSarah. Like Noah begins with an NNNNNNNNNNN . . . “N.” Mr.…