Prayers, brothers, and

J's prayer tonight.

Thankful for Monsters.

And Woodyandbuzz

And Whitwhit

And Uncle Jacob. UNCLE JACOB! Hello Uncle Jacob.

Antie.

And I am a lion.

Hugh-boy sleeping in his crib. Hugh Woody. J Buzzlightyeartotherescue.

Bless me with more apples.

Bless me to sleep.

and new eyes.

and thankful for Daddy. He is my nice guy.

Mommy. I like your hair.

And thankful for Hugh boy. Sleeping.

Jesus is my brother.

And monster are friends.

I love Jesus.

Thankful to help.

Bless me to be nice. And nice not mean.

Ok. Alright.

Mom that's all.

In the name of Jesus Chris (always only says Chris...)

Amen.

Oh that boy. J is wild. as. can. be.

That's how I know he is mine.

Sometimes he comes up with most hilarious things, and I literally clap for joy out of laughter. Sometimes I have to pick my jaw up off the ground in public as I look around wondering WHO'S CHILD IS THIS!? (Mom. Dad. Sound familiar?)

He is amazing.

And very, very, smart.

He talks a mile a minute, and will melt your heart--- or tackle your infant child to the ground.

You never know.

Ah hem.

He is genuine.

And honest.

He will never do anything that he doesn't want to do, or make you think he likes you if he doesn't.

My family has learned this the hard way when they call to talk to him on the phone.

Tonight I left him in bed after his fifteen minute prayer was finished, with a kiss on the forehead. A few minutes later I heard his brother wailing, followed by their bedroom door slamming and magically a toddler appeared at the top of my stairs in the form of J himself.

"Hugh was sleeping and I didn't want him to. I wanted him to tell me a story. So I jumped on him because my legs wanted to wake him up. And my eyes are itchy."

After I explained to him that his brother probably didn't appreciate the reminder that he fell asleep before he was permitted to, I gave him some benadryl. The poor kids eyes were pink and puffy.

Allergies. Another synonym to J.

IMMEDIATELY after i pushed the the last drop of pinkish-liquid-life-saver into his mouth he said, "Wow thanks Mom. My eyes aren't itchy anymore. That was great. Alright. Thanks for sharing your medicine with me. Now I am off to to bed." and he hopped off the counter and off to bed he marched----all while his brother was still wailing with frustration from his corner of the room.

I followed the marching human into his room to collect his poor brother into my arms. As J plopped himself into bed, he rolled over and said matter-of-factly:

"Shhhhh Hugh. I'm trying to sleep"

AH! To be two.