Sia is 18 months old now. She's learning and growing and developing that little vocabulary. Why just today she learned a new word: grapes.
I try to say prayers with my kids every night. It doesn't always happen, but I do my best. Gina is learning to say her prayers with help. Sia, I've just discovered, will not calm down in her crib until I kneel beside it and say a prayer for her. Then she will smile, lay down on her little pillow, and let me cover her up. She stays that way, too, at least until I get to the bedroom door and flip the light switch. But she doesn't fuss too long after that.
Maybe it's just her "bedtime routine." But I like to think that when I pray that she'll get a good night's sleep, that prayer is being answered.