Mothering boys is such an adventure! They are such odd little creatures - strange one moment and sweet the next. Some days I spend the whole day telling them to stop jumping off the couch, settle down, be quiet, no I don't want to pretend you are Superman so you can rescue me. There are days I'm just not in the mood. Then the Lord reminds me they are boys - that's how He made them. They are wild at heart! The last thing I want to do is squelch that boy spirit!
In the few weeks since Narnia came out on DVD, it has been played at least 27 times in our house. Big Brother can't get enough. It's fine with me - the movie is wonderful. He even sleeps at night with the soundtrack playing in his room. He knows what's happening during each song! We are also reading the book at night before bed. Oh, and he only puts on his pajama pants for bed and walks around with no shirt and a scarf - he thinks he is Mr. Tumnus! He's six.
The other day while cooking dinner I looked into the den and there was Big Brother dressed for battle - complete with shield, sword, and helmet! He was fighting the White Witch during the battle scene of the movie. He had also dressed Little Brother (he's 2 1/2) for war! I laughed and cried at the same time!
Lord, thank you for my little warriors! My little King Peter the Magnificent! May these 2 rascals always be brave, noble, and courageous! May they fight evil with the Sword of the Spirit and rescue those in need!
Dr. Dobson and John Elderidge would be proud!