Tell me the stories of Jesus

Davin's new favorite thing is for me to tell him stories.  His current favorite is the story of when Jesus calms the storm.  He always holds out his hands and says "Peace, be still" in the right part, it's darling of course.  I've probably told him this story 30 times in the past week, and tonight he requested it, once again, at bed time while I was lying next to him. (It's so hard to resist when he tips his little head to the side and says "Mommy, you snuggle with me?") So I recited it, once again, and then much to my pleasure he told me he wanted to tell me a story (yay! a break!)  He was whispering so I didn't catch every word, but it was something to the effect of "I was on a boat, big waves, Jesus help me." We then had the following conversation...

me- "Wow, Jesus helped you?"
dav- "yeah"
me- "Do you love Jesus?"
dav- "yeah"
me- "Does Jesus love you?"
dav- "yeah"
me- "Yep, he loves you so much"
dav- "yeah, so does Santa Claus"
me- "....um....yes...but mostly Jesus."

Is this a bad sign that my son lumps Jesus and Santa Claus in the same category??  I feel like maybe we've left out some important lessons in there somewhere.  Good thing he's only 2 and a half and we have a few more years to get it right.  Maybe next week I'll tell him the story of Jesus 60 times, and maybe we should stop granting his song request of Santa Claus is coming to town...since it's almost May and all...

So Happy

Tonight Dav had his little friend, Wesley, over to play.  They were running around like crazy people. Back and forth and around and then they'd dive onto the floor or couch only to get up and proceed to run like a crazy person once again.  They were giggling and racking up new bruises by the second.  While Dav is running in circles and sweating so much that it's starting to almost drip out of his hair, he starts to yell out "I SO HAPPY!  I SO HAPPY!!"  If that's all it takes, maybe we'll get rid of all the toys?  But still, it's a good feeling to see that happiness and then to hear it proclaimed.  :)

bandaids and strange eating habits

Davin hurt his finger today and had a bandaid wrapped around it (thank goodness for bandaids, they are a miracle cure!) He was being silly at bedtime and continued to talk and chatter after we had left him alone in his bed.  Sometimes he'll talk jibberish, or sing songs, or just say "mommy, mommy, mommy" over and over while he lays in bed and "tries" to fall asleep.  Well tonight, he suddenly yelled out "Mommmmmyyyyy!!  I eat my bandaid!" Taylor ran in to check, sure enough, he was chewing on his bandaid, happy as a lark.  Weirdo.   (it was a relatively clean bandaid with no blood, don't be sick.)

Watch your Words

Today I got a Jury duty notice in the mail...crap, right?  I was looking over my letter, and repeating the words, "this sucks, this sucks" several times over, when I set the paper down Davin immediately picked it up.  He held it in front of his face as if he were reading it, and began saying "sucks!  sucks!  Mommy, I say sucks!"  Whoops!  At least we don't swear.