I have sort of dropped the ball when it comes to teaching Blakely how to say her prayers, and saying them consistently every night. By the time Deklan was this age, I was recording his cute little voice rattling off the memorized prayers we said every night, blessing almost everyone we knew. Now, our nightly routine consists of supper, bath, Backyardigans, TWO books, whining, crying, scratching backs and playing with hair all crammed into about an hour, with the end goal being the kids sleeping (or at least not crying) by 8:30. Alas, something had to go, and unfortunately it ended up being our prayers. (They're hard to say over a crying child who isn't even paying attention. Yes, that is an excuse, and not a very good one I realize.)
Tonight began the rebirth of our nightly prayers. (Well not for Deklan, because he fell asleep before I had my epiphany.) So Blake and I sat on the couch at 10:30 p.m. (routine not so productive tonight) and said our prayers. Hands folded. Heads bowed. Me speaking, and Blakely repeating. Blakely's prayers were concluded as follows:
"...in Jesus' name we play, Almonds."
I cut her some slack, as she is still getting used to these words. And in her defense, she absolutely loves almonds.
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ReplyDeleteWe pray for everyone in our family, too, and when we get to David she still talks about the time (two years ago!) when he fell out of the hammock swing and bonked his head on the ground (too much Pickeral Lake Iced Tea). When we get to Collin, she prays for his goats, and when we get to Corey she blows nothing out of her nose. I'm guessing that Corey blew his nose a lot the day that he babysat her. The rest of us must not have done anything out of the ordinary!