Hello.

That moment when your child whines for dinner (at 3:30 pm) and you know they purposely threw the soup you had for lunch on the floor. That's the moment I'm presently experiencing. Should I move dinner up? Hand her a carrot? Or break from this short message to read a book.

We picked the third option and dressed a doll to boot. Scout loves dolls, Mary is generous and lets her play with her outgrown toys... I'll bet Scout gets a new doll for Christmas. Haha.

I love Mondays. I've already replaced the doorbell, returned Dan's shorts (via a fedex pick-up ),  sent the dryer out to be repaired, walked to the grocery store, exercised and picked up Maeser. Quite productive, but no wonder I'm always burned out come Friday. Something about Sundays always recharges me so that Monday's are always ambitious. (Minus this letter that I'm finishing on Tuesday.)

Funny things concerning the children:

To Moses, "Thank you, you're so nice!" "No, I Moses."

To Moses, "You are so cute!" "No, I Moses."

To Moses, "Are you my friend?" "No, I Moses."

Scout, with an impeccable memory, to Dan while climbing astride his scooter, "Dad, don't break my chin again. Doctors are nice, but I don't want them to be my friend."

Moses is speaking in a constant garble. His prayers are so long and impossible to understand. AND he insists on praying every. single. time. (It's adorable.)

Abe in a hurry to get to school, takes his turn during family scripture study and runs with it. He doesn't stop at verses or when Dan calls on someone else, or even to take a breath. Trying to shave off a few extra minutes before the bell rings.

Something Moses CAN clearly verbalize, "My turn." "No, I don't like it." "Go on walk." "Go to Julie's?"

It's Tuesday night and time to hit post, life is busy and full. We are well, healthy, busy and happy.