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.…