Today it was just me and both girls until noon while Teresa was off judging a drama competition. If I’d ever been critical of my wife’s inability to accomplish more while I was off at work, I straightway repented of such sentiments. Aspen is an insatiable ball of … cry … and Ariah is an inexhaustible bag of Mexican jumping beans. After hours of torment, I remembered a talk I’d heard in General Conference, I think, about the difference between mere “enduring” and “enduring well”, and I wondered how mothers could possibly be so motherly. As for fathers, my best is to resort to a word of wisdom my older brother once taught me: the secret to parenting is not wanting to get stuff done. Then you’ll be happy.