Bed time...

Our night time routines have been floudering a little bit. The first problem is the evening thunder storms that seem to be coming every evening. The boys get so scared of the thunder...the sound of the rain...etc. It seems like after we talk about it, turn on music, turn on the noise machine, and pray about being afraid, they finally settle down. Two nights ago we had this little conversation about being afraid.

Zach: But Mom, I want Jesus to sleep with me

Mom: He is with you.

Zach: Where?
Mom: Right here, you just can't see Him.

Zach: Why? (Try to explain that to a 3 year old)

Mom: Because... (It was just too late for my brain to come up with a good response)

This picture is from our trip to Cheyenne. Zach said he couldn't sleep until he had something to "help him think about Daddy," so we broke out the trusty "big guy" shirt (thankfully I remembered to pack it) and he was so cute sleeping in it I had to take a picture...