(I wish Rock Hudson wasn't gay... sigh...)
I love bedtime at our house. The kids adore taking baths. They're all clean, with teeth brushed. They're in warm feety jammies. We say family prayers, then I read them a story. And a couple of weeks ago we started adding individual prayers for Jakob and Brock.
Jakob's prayers: He does fairly well by himself. He does get the "please bless"es mixed up with the "thankful for"s sometimes. For instance: "Please bless us that we were safe today. We're thankful for we can sleep good tonight." And he'll repeat a lot. "Please bless us to have Thy Spirit with us tomorrow. Please bless us to be safe. Please bless us to have Thy Spirit with us tomorrow." And yes, he prays in plurals.
Brock's prayers: I have to help him. So I'll prompt him with, "I'm thankful for my blessings." He says: "You thankful for you blessings." Or I'll say "Please bless me" and he says "Please bless you". So now when I prompt him I have to say, "Please bless Brock" so that he'll say his own name. Like one of those super-conceited people that only refer to themselves in third person. "Steve wants to go to the store, because Steve needs some candy!"
And this is Pete's and my bed. Notice where my pillow is. Yep-the center. So, Pete sleeps on his side of the bed, and the lucky sucker gets to cuddle with me while I sleep in the center of the bed. He gets to cuddle with me for two reasons: one is I love to cuddle; the other is I'm freezing cold when I come to bed, always.
Even if we go to bed at the same time, he always falls asleep before me. (Something about getting up at 5:30 a.m.-wuss.) One night I cuddled up next to him, and he goes, "Go away! Sleep on your side of the bed! I'm tired and I need to go to sleep." Well, fine! I can take a hint. Or a shove. I crawled to my really cold side of the bed and fell asleep. The next day when Pete got home from work, I was shooting him dirty looks, and he's like, "What's wrong?" I was like, "You were kind of mean last night." He didn't remember that at all. He was asleep the whole time! We've had big old conversations that he doesn't know we had, because he was sleep talking.
Now I just need to figure out how to use it to my advantage. "Honey, you said you'd take the kids all day Saturday to the park. What, you don't remember that conversation? You totally agreed to it last night when we went to bed." Mua-ha-ha-ha-ha!!!