We spent the middle of our Saturday with our good friends at the beach, celebrating the above freezing temperatures.  The sun was shining full force.  The ice was twinkling.  The grown ups had great discussions, and the kids had a terrific time drawing numbers and letters on the giant rocks…

The more tired Mr. Sneaky Pants gets, the more he moves.  It's almost as if he knows that if he stops moving he will just fall directly asleep.  Last Friday afternoon at 2:00 I had my fill of jumping, twisting, sword thrashing, skipping, rolling, summersaulting, and hopping.  I suggested we…