I'm not gonna lie, I'm scared to death

I am afraid my son is going to grow up to be a hardened criminal. Case in point: In nine short months he has managed to pull a fire alarm at an elementary school sending hundreds of school children and teachers running for safety, and just yesterday while playing with the cordless phone, he dialed 9-1-1 and the police showed up at the front door in a panic.

I don't know whether to laugh or cry. I resent all of you out there that told me the second one was sooo much easier (yah, you know who you are). Because of you I have a crazy man on my hands. Don't let that innocent looking, adorable little face fool you. I am going to take my therapy bills out of his allowance someday.

I'm back, Baby

Well, the affair is over. I loved blogging on MTM, but it is time for me to return to my roots. The Undomestic Goddess has been neglected and I'm back to make things right with her. I know it will take time, but I plan to prove my loyalties once again.

In other news, Mia dressed herself this morning:

She may be a nerd, but she's my nerd.

I will be guest blogging here for the month of May. I will be talking about my life as a minister's wife. Get excited, people - it is a glamorous lifestyle. I will reserve this site for anything inappropriate that might happen.

Don't forget to visit me over at Married to Ministry. And tell all your minister wife friends. And your grandma. And your kids. And your hairdresser. I am desperate for hits.