Noemi's first prayer (which I regrettably don't have on video) is when she thanked God for "ketchup, mustard, ketchup, mustard, mustard and ketchup." Well done, baby. Nothing is a more genuine prayer for a 2-year-old than that.
Since that celebration of condiments, Donovan and I have tried to get video of her saying "grace" at the dinner table. But she's on to us and is refusing to say much of anything these days. oops. Way to kill a good thing, mom. So...this is what we have to date but we'll keep trying for more. We eat a lot of grilled cheese and tomato soup now that she is a part of our lives. Somehow me slaving over eggplant rollatini just doesn't happen with the frequency that it did before Little Miss Busy Booty came along.
It's hard not to miss how annoyed she was that I, too, said "amen." Heaven forbid, my dear. Don't cross my girl--she has chutzpah.
