While I was taking a shower yesterday, Mr. Sneaky Pants was back to his sneakery. I dressed myself, brushed my teeth and came downstairs to once again discover the food cupboard raided, a path of noodle bags, and various boxes of food leading to the culprit himself. I thought I…

We have entered the season of scrapes, scratches and outdoor collisions. Several times daily I find myself digging for the bandaid box. Thank goodness that blood clots! Everyone loves being outside, and everyone loves the swingset, but there are some inevitable crashes. For example, last evening Dr. Peds and I…