Thursday, September 15, 2011

now i lay me

since coen was very small i have whispered this classic prayer to him at bedtime. last week he sat up and said, "i want to say the prayer!" um, okay go right ahead mister. he looked right up at me and recited it to me perfectly. it was the sweetest, cutest thing and it totally shocked me. he has never mentioned a word of it before, and then just like that, he's got it. these little souls are sponges i tell you, soaking up all the good (and not so good) stuff. 

i begged and pleaded with him to say his bedtime prayer for the video camera. it didn't come out quite as  softly as it does at bed time, but it is still one of the most precious things  my ears have ever heard. my sweet, sweet boy. 

speaking of sponges, we had lunch up at wes' office yesterday. something we do every week. since the weather was not so great we sat inside and ate with some other people from wes' office. coen took a big ol' drink from his can of passion fruit juice, slams it down on the table and says, "ahhhhhhhh, i finished my beer. that was good beer."  


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