"...and dear God, please help the chargers win this sunday."

Those were the words which concluded the blessing around our dinner table tonight, followed by a hearty "Amen" by all three of us. And those words were not prayed by Anderson. No, no. Those words belong to Paul. We did all giggle as he said them, but the truth is, he meant what he prayed. We are thrilled that they beat Peyton Manning and the Colts yesterday, and we are praying that Philip Rivers (the reason we are Chargers fans to begin with) and Ladanian Tomlinson recover from their injuries and can play this weekend. They will be taking on the Patriots who are undefeated this season, and the Chargers will have their hands' full, I'm sure, trying to get a win from them. But if any team can do it, I believe the Chargers can.

Before we sat down for dinner, Bennett kept pointing at Paul's shoes, which means he wanted for his dad to take him outside. Their evening ritual generally includes Paul taking Bennett outside or to the car, where Bennett pretends that he can drive the car--steering the wheel, fidgeting with the gadgets, and honking the horn. So, after dinner tonight, Paul took Bennett up to the playroom, and within a few minutes they were back downstairs, heading to the garage. Evidently, when they reached the playroom, Bennett took the pacifier out of his mouth just long enough to say "ow-tie", which is his word for "outside". That easily convinced Paul he should comply with Bennett's request.

Now, we are all back in the playroom, where Anderson is throwing the football with his dad, and every few minutes Bennett gets the ball and runs around the room like a running back with a huge grin on his face, trying to escape his big brother's grasp. He gets so excited, running in circles, falling down, and scrambling to get back up as fast as he can. Too cute. He has now quit playing with the ball and is smacking the roof of his mouth with his tongue, grinning from ear to ear, bobbing his head, and turning circles while swinging his arms. We think he might be dancing. Whatever it is, it is hilarious.

Tonight, we should all sleep well as the boys seem to be wearing themselves out right now, and Paul and I are always tired! Soon, we'll all be off to dreamland.

But not before we pray for the Chargers. :)