Dear New Socks,

I confess I'm extremely disappointed in you. My old socks suddenly all fell apart on me so I went out in search of new socks to keep my toes warm now that it's finally cold here in Colorado.

I was excited when I saw you in the sock section at Walmart. It was love at first site when I discovered that in the same package as my regular white socks I could get a pair with a blue edging around the top and a pair with orange edging around the top. Two days after finally seeing an exciting Denver Broncos game (we've been waiting for weeks) I figured it was fate that I found you.

And now three days later I've discovered your true colors.

I can't believe you allowed me to slip and then bounce all the way down the stairs carrying a basket of laundry. My arm still hurts by the way. Let's hope it holds up for an afternoon of typing about spines and hepatitis. Not to mention I have several more baskets of laundry that are calling my name. They too want to be carried up and down the stairs. I'm also not pleased about the ugly scrape on my arm. Thankfully it's not oozing blood.

I'm afraid I'll have to keep you covered in shoes more often.

Your former friend,
Rebecca

(P.S. My friend Katie wrote an enchanting letter post the other day on her blog. I haven't been able to get it out of my head so my posts are shamelessly copying hers. I'm too lazy to put a link to her blog if you don't read it already. My arm hurts remember? But she's the "For Whom The Bell Told" link on my blog page to the right.)

Dear Blog Readers

If there are any of you left...

The Chapmans are still alive.

We're just crazy busy.

And I'm crazy tired ALL THE TIME!

Diet Mountain Dew sometimes helps, but the Diet Dr. Pepper did nothing for me today.

Diet Pepsi tastes too diety... I can't get past the aftertaste.

Maybe someday I'll update my blog again with stuff besides videos I found somewhere else.

Now I better go push Mary to finish her homework so I can go set up for a Relief Society dinner then enjoy the dinner then clean up the dinner then come home and do more work...

On the plus side... The boys haven't burned down the house and we have no broken bones.

In The First Light

A Child's Prayer

Last night as I was getting the kids ready for bed I reminded Alex that he still needed to brush his teeth and say his prayer.

Adam said, "I want to pray."

He ran over to the and faced the wall and folded his arms. (Yes, we're still working on the kneeling thing...)

His prayer went something like this.

Heavenly Father,

I dink water.

I bush my teef.

Jesus Christ, Amen.

Mary and I got a good chuckle out of it.

On a side note, he does not pronounce Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ perfectly. I just feel weird misspelling them on purpose...

On a not so adorable note. After I got the kids to bed I came down to my office to finish off my work for the night. Right in the middle of my typing a huge spider (no, not a tarantula but still large) suddenly dropped right onto the desk in front of me. After I recovered from the shock I grabbed my shoe and smashed him and then flushed him. I do not participate in the spider relocation program. I might do that for a ladybug, but they seem to know their place and stay outside.