My DJ

Just a little word about my little man... my first born.  Getting pregnant with DJ was an answer to a prayer, once we found out he was a boy I prayed that he would be healthy and that he would have the heart of King David for whom he would be named.  King David in the Bible had a heart that mirrored that of God and what could be a bigger blessing than to have a son who worshiped God with all that he was, who was a warrior, who sang and danced, who fessed up when he messed up (not always right away but eventually).  God has answered all of those prayers and I am in awe every day of how DJ exemplifies King David.  I am not saying this is easy, it is hard to have a three-year-old warrior at playgroup.  We have yet to discover the secret to getting DJ to pray from his heart openly and willingly.  He loves music, but hates when I sing (I think that has more to do with my lovely voice).  And DJ is completely run by desire and emotion, he puts very little thought into consequences.  But it is not all hard, when DJ does something wrong he always admits it straight away and takes punishment without question; and he is FUNNY, DJ makes me laugh like no one else. 

DJ likes to vote for the underdog, when he plays dinosaurs the T-Rex is the bigger and the meaner but somehow or another the Stegosaurus always wins.  In his favorite (for the week) book the page with "L is for Ladybugs" shows 4 huge ladybugs surrounding a little green bug who DJ always insists that they want to eat, and in the next breath he tells you how this little green bug won't go down without a fight (David and Goliath anyone?). 

We signed him up for drum lessons hoping to combine his love for music with his desire to hit things, and I also bought a DVD to teach him some dance moves and get some energy out since it is too hot to be outside.  But DJ's favorite inside game?  Wooden spoon sword fights with Daddy, J actually knighted him today! 

This week my funny little man brought his "Stinky" out of bed, big no no, and when I said I would put "Stinky" up on a shelf he held the bear up and in his highest pitch said "oh no mama, don't put me up!"  When I asked him to finish his dinner tonight he looked at me and said "are you serious? That's ridiculous!" 

When I ask him to help his brother or sister his answer is always "I sure can!" and if he wants something he always starts the sentence with "Mama, I have a great idea!"  My son is always showing me how fast he is, how strong he is, or how tough he is, he lives for my approval and acknowledgement, and I live to give it to him.  I love him so much my heart could burst just writing this out, and I just needed to say a few things about my little king.