It's been a while since my last post but there hasn't been any good stories to tell necessarily. We have been trucking along doing our lessons each weekday morning, continuing to observed No TV Tuesdays (which are our best days). Socks are not the terror they once were, toys are getting picked up and James' curiosity has yet to hit it's peak.
I did find myself needing a serious break from my routine and my adorable yet talkative son over the weekend. I was getting over a cold, needing to rest desperately and just wanting to "check out" for a day or two. It's hard to do when it's me and James at home and no outside distractions like playmates to call him outside. But I do feel better and I finished an entire book over the weekend. The Help by Kathryn Stockett was most excellent.
One interesting note of late has been James' curiosity in knowing about The Devil. I don't know where it came from exactly. He has played with his cousin a couple of times lately and then has come home telling me that the devil lives in the sky. I let him talk and then tell him that God and Jesus live in Heaven which is in the sky and the devil lives underground. Today, we even included it in our lessons. Hey, he asked. It's kind of confusing to talk about though. Lucifer, the devil, Satan. Some sources say they are different entities; not necessarily the same person. So, I stick to the basics: The devil is bad. He can disguise himself and come to Earth. But he cannot beat those who believe in God and Jesus. James says he believes in God and Jesus. I found some pictures of Lucifer on Wikipedia and found some beautiful illustrations from "Paradise Lost" by Gustave Dore. It shows Angels with spears as if they are warriors and I can't help but remember what little Colton Burpo said he saw. The Angels had bow and arrows and fought Satan when he came close. The men in Heaven had to help. He saw his Daddy fight. He only told the story to his Dad once and never spoke of it again. Never.
So, as with every morning, James wakes me up and starts telling me stories. It's sweet the way he catches me up on the things I miss when I am at my night job. Apparently last night he talked to Chris about the devil and asked questions; wanting to know how bad the devil was. James said that Chris said a prayer in front of him and it went like this, "Dear God, please keep away the devil". That hit "10" on the scale of adorable. We haven't been back to church after that one time. I think about every Sunday but I am torn with going or staying home. It's the ONE day out of the week that the three of us are together and no one has to work. It's hard to tear myself away. I figure that I can include religion in our lessons and go from there. Hopefully one day, I won't have to work at night and we will see each other more and Sundays won't be so sacred a family day; that leaving for a hour or two to go to church won't feel so bad.
I know it's No TV Tuesday. I'm on the computer and it's a "scream" (i.e. screen). James played ALL DAY yesterday and didn't have any scream time. So we had a TV Moratorium Monday????? ;) Plus, this morning he asked for hot chocolate and then for me to read his Adventures of Transformers book to him....all of it. It has 6 small books in one big hardback book. I love that. So, now we may watch Transformers. He wants to see the Demolisher again.
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