I love to hear my kids pray.

It is always interesting to hear what the boys are going to say when they pray. Somethings are predictable but others are just fun. Almost everytime Stockton will say "bless for the Gospel, bless for dad to be safe, bless Dawson to sleep good" no matter what prayer it is. Yesterday I took them hiking to explore Fall. I had told them the night before that we were going, so Stockton woke up extra excited. In the morning prayer he said "bless for we won't get lost when we go hiking." Well we went hiking, collected lots of leaves, acorns and rocks and made it back just fine. Thanks to Stockton's prayers.

Dawson's prayers are also fun. Usually Stockton will ask to say the prayer, but when he is done Dawson will be pretty upset and say "He didn't pray a Rose." (Rose is our dog). So Dawson has to say a prayer and bless Rose and everything he sees, "Bless a chair. Bless a beans. Bless a fork. Bless a that. (while he is squinting and pointing to something)." So when we try to wrap it up by saying "In the name." He will wisper that part then pause and yell "AMEN." This is how Dawson's prayers go except for in church when I say, "Fold your arms. We are going to say a prayer." He will reply in his not so quiet voice, "I don't wanna pray!" So I have to just let him play to keep him quite.

Deer Hunting

We all went hunting with Sam one night last week and it was pretty fun. We hunted up Monte Cristo where it was beautiful. I like to go hunting during the mussel loader because I love to hike and ride the four wheeler in the moutains during the fall. I used to go with my dad and now I go once in awhile with Sam. I don't really care if they get a deer, but it is fun to see them get so excited.

Because we had the boys with us we just hunted driving in the truck this time. The leaves were so colorful. "Stockton would say look at the yellow trees." and Dawson would yell (because he only has one sound level) "Dockton iss not eyow, iss orange."

Stockton was pretty good at spotting deer and was so serious about it. Sam told them we had to be quiet not to scare the deer. So when Dawson would get a little loud, Stockton would say, "Dawson Shh." Dawson would once again yell a little louder, "Dockton, you not say shh a me." It was pretty funny. We saw a lot of "girl" deers, but not "boys". So needless to say Sam didn't get anything.