Last Sunday during our family Bible study time we talked about Genesis 12:10-20 and how Abram started making bad decisions when he let fear override his trust in God. It was a good discussion and the three older Sharpnaodes are old enough to relate to trusting God when you are afraid.

I can picture it now, a room full of important officials, and our almost twenty-three-month-old Demolitions Expert waiting for the meeting to start. The meeting begins and suddenly she starts shouting, “SNACK! SNACK! SNACK!” At first the leaders of these other countries will try to ignore her, but soon enough they will realize that either somebody gets her some crackers, or they find out where the Demolitions Expert nickname comes from.

Getting a family of six ready in the morning, when four members of the family are six years or younger, is a lot like combining a circus, with a fire drill, with a meal, with a fashion show, with a prison break - except a little crazier.

With everything else going on in the world you probably did not realize it, but June 13th is the annual recognition of National Kitchen Klutzes of America Day.

The end of school this year meant that our six-year-old Zoologist was officially done with kindergarten. I have fond memories of kindergarten, after all it was three of the best years of my life, so I thought that I would ask him some questions about the experience. Things are a little different now.

The Sharpnadoes are the four Sharp progenies. These four small humans have brought much joy and many sleepless nights to our lives.

I’m not sure if it’s the lack of routine, or the lack of rest, or the heat which makes Satan cry out for an air conditioner, but my children began morphing into little villains a few days ago.

The five stages of bedtime grief experienced by children. There is also another bedtime phenomenon that happens almost nightly in the Sharp household - the bedtime filibuster.

The day after Christmas the Sharp Six loaded up in our minivan and headed out for a first for our family - a family Christmas vacation. We left the day after Christmas and spent 5 nights in San Antonio.

Sunday morning is one of the most stressful times of the week. There is just no way around it.

Now that the kids are back in school I have been dropping the seven-year-old Zoologist and the five-year-old Ballerina off at school most mornings.

A couple weeks ago the Wonder Woman and I watched The Empire Strikes back for the first time with the kids. It was quite the experience, and the Sharp four were in rare form.

A couple of weekends ago my dad (hereafter referred to as Opa) and I took the seven-year-old Zoologist, the five-year-old Ballerina, and the two-year-old Demolitions Expert fishing.

At least three times a week my wife and I look at each other and say something along the lines of, "They have to be doing this to us on purpose."

This afternoon the Sharp family went to a birthday party for one of the six-year-old Zoologist’s first-grade classmates.