Mr. Sneaky Pants had been asking and asking for Dr. Peds to help him ride his bike this spring.  (I am certainly not in ANY shape to chase after a bicycle, and he has noted how I move at a pace slower than a tortoise . . . so my…

They came to me after lunch yesterday begging to get out the yellow plastic wading pool.  You might recall my struggle with loving the yellow plastic wading pool (even though it is cheap entertainment for them all summer long) from this post last year.  I groaned.  It couldn’t be time…