This afternoon while I was making lunch, I was listening to the boys play.    I just love to listen to them play church, and this was their current activity.  B was the song leader, which made C the preacher and the person who would pray.  Well, B led several songs, all with a Christmas tune, but with his own made-up words.  Then he said they would have one more song and then the lesson.

When C got up to do the lesson, B quickly reminded him, "Remember, it's Wednesday so keep it short!" 

Here was the gist of C's lesson:  "The other day, Vindy and Conner and I went hunting.  And there was blood but we did good.  Want to thank you for paying attention today, we'll have a song and a prayer.  God bless you today."  ('Vindy and Conner' just happen to be our minister's wife and son, whom he uses in illustrations occassionally.  The rest is almost verbatim of what our dear ministers says every Sunday!)

Well, B got up and led one more song and then C had the closing prayer.  Then for the next 2 minutes, they walked around the living room, shaking each other's hands, hugging pretend people and saying, "Oh, how are you!?"  or "It's so good to see you tonight." or some other platitude.   

It really cracked me up!  To them, that is church.  That is what they see.  It is always so amazing to me how much they take in when we're not aware of what they see.   

The following conversation took place in our schoolroom on Wednesday....totally cracked me up!

B:  Hey, C, I have a great idea for a game.  Why don't you hold your breath till I count to 88?

C:  Sure brother, that sounds like a great idea!!

B:  Okay, ready GO!  1, 2, 3, 4, ......86, 87, 88!  Okay you can breathe!

C:  Haha!  I tricked you!  I was breathing the whole time and you couldn't tell!! 

B is my Mr. Command and C is my Mr. Visionary/Mr. Steady.  C is willing to go along with most any idea and is very compliant.  One of these days, he'll turn the tables!

I was just about asleep last night when I hear this weird noise.  It almost sounds like an animal making a weird noise.  Then I realize it's C crying like he's mad...almost screaming.  We've been dealing with night terrors with him for quite a while now, but we haven't had one in a few weeks...and certainly nothing like this. 

He was standing by his bed stomping on his blanket (apparently it had gotten around his feet in his struggle to get out of bed) and was screaming this deep throated scream, like he was mad at someone.  Then he starts angrily going around his room trying to pick toys up and not being able to (they were too heavy in his 'dream'?) and wouldn't let me touch him.  Every time he tried to pick up a toy or I tried to touch him to calm him down, he just scream more and went another direction.  Then he starts saying, "Aunt Darlene" or "Aunt Donna" but wouldn't say anymore than that.

Well, I see T walk past the bedroom on his way to bed.  I can normally handle these episodes on my own, so this isn't out of the ordinary.  But then C heads over to the step-ladder we built for their bunk beds and proceeds to climb them.  I started to follow him over there, but he was fast enough I couldn't get to them before he got to the top and started walking towards the edge of B's bed.  So I went to the front....he chose to go back to the stairs, which made me more nervouse...cuz I couldn't get there fast enough if he started to fall.  So I called T and told him I needed help....

By the time T got in there, C had come down the steps and walked right to his daddy like nothing was happening....  They went back in our bedroom and started talking.  T asked him if he had a bad dream...C said it was about an airplane that wouldn't get away from him.  He said he didn't have anyone else in his dream except Daddy so who knows about the Aunt connection!

Anyway, a few minutes later he just climbed down and said he needed to go back to his room for a while.  T followed him in there and he just crawled back in bed and went to sleep.  We didn't hear another peep all night.

Like I said, these terrors aren't new to me, they just seem to be getting a little worse as time goes on and I dont' know what to do with it.  There is no cure from everything I've read....people say most kids just outgrow them.  Guess we'll see.

Last night, B wasn't feeling well, so he and T stayed home from services.  But they decided to read through a part of the Bible together.  T was telling me about it after the boys went to bed...

They read the first 4 chapters of Matthew and T said that when they got to the part of Jesus fasting for 40 days, B said he knew why Jesus was fasting.  Intrigued, T asked why.  B said, "Well, cuz the flood lasted for 40 days and so since the water was all over the earth, there wasn't any food for Jesus to pick, so he had to fast."  :)  Terry explained to him the difference of time between the two stories and went on. 

They talked about how hungry Jesus must have been after not eating for so long, and how if we went even 2 days without eating how hungry would we be?  Terry explained how Jesus was God and could do anything and that if he told a rock to become bread it would at his command.   B said that if he had fasted for 2 days, he would look at the blankets and tell them to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich for him.  And if he fasted for 5 days, he would tell the desk to be a peanut butter and jelly sandwich.  :)  Gotta love the connections they make.

There was alot of other stuff they discussed but it was nice they had that time to be together and visit!

We went to the air show recently and saw the planes performing all their cool tricks.  It was scorchingly hot and we all were soaked within the hour of sitting there.  The boys were getting restless and so we left early, but not before we saw several of the demonstrations and the parachuting part. 

Then as we were leaving we saw a young man from our church who is flying and getting ready to go to flight school.  He allowed the boys to sit up in one of the planes he was showing and play with the controls.  They loved it! ;)