Logan's prayer

The other night Logan came to my room to say his prayer before bed. He usually says a pretty quick prayer but this night he kept going and going. He usually is done after a few "help me's" but as he kept going and going my heart melted more and more. I was in such a bad mood when he first came in but by the time he was finished with his prayer I felt so blessed and happy to have this little boy. It made my horrible day worth having. After he was finished I gave him a kiss, tucked him into bed, and went straight to the kitchen for a pen and paper to write this down...

...thank you for this day.
Help me to not see things when I close my eyes.
Help me to have good dreams and not bad dreams,
and when I wake up help me to have a good day.
Help me to sleep in my own bed more times.
Help me to eat good foods so I can grow up big and strong.
Help me and Dresden to listen to Mom and not fight with each other.
And help me and Dresden to clean our rooms more often.
And bless Dad that he will get home from work safely...

After I went and wrote this down I went back to check on Logan. He was still awake and wanted me to lay down by him. He locked his little arms around my neck and then said, "this will be a quick one, I forgot to say something in my other prayer."

...thank you for this day. Help me and Dresden to have a good day at school tomorrow...

Logan certainly brings joy to my life.

So grown up

Logan's first day of kindergarten was a breeze. Following in his big brothers footsteps, he didn't complain, whine, stall, or hang on my leg when it was time to go to school. He did such a great job of being a "big kid" and handling this new adventure with confidence and excitement. I am so excited for him to learn, develop, and to grow.

I was trying to get a picture of the boys walking together but Dresden noticed and quickly bailed before I got a picture of the two of them together. Dresden and Logan will walk this path most everyday together.

Logan is showing his friend Carson his cool new backpack.

Logan eagerly awaiting instructions from the teachers. When his teacher came out he was first in line (not sure if that was because they were going in alphabetical order or just by chance...I was in the office filling out a paper that they didn't give us...why do they need to know my occupation anyway?) Because he was first in line he got to hold the door open for all the kids.

I know every mom says this but it's true... I can't believe both my kids are old enough for school!