If you read my blog regularly, you may remember that several weeks ago I posted a little story about a conversation with my son that gave me some insight into how he may be processing my current, very pregnant state (i.e., "big cow"). Yesterday, he gave me another glimpse into his interpretation of our family as we passed the same field of cows:
Me: "Look buddy, there are the cows!" (I pointed them out to him to try to distract him from asking to listen to VeggieTales ... I had reached my limit of King George & the Ducky for the day).
Liam: "Baby cows! Baby cows wagging tails!"
Me: "The baby cows are wagging their tails? Are they happy?"
Liam: "Yeah! Mommy cow wagging tail, too! Daddy cow go bye-bye."
Me: "The Daddy cow went bye-bye? Where is he?"
Silence
Me: "Is he at work?"
Silence
Me: "Is he at the Buffalo?" (Josh recently backpacked in the Buffalo River Valley for a couple of days, and Liam still refers back to it).
Silence
Me: "Is he in Colorado?" (Josh more recently led a men's trip to Colorado for several days).
Liam: "Daddy cow, dance party!!!"
Me: "The Daddy cow is at a dance party?"
Liam: "Yeah, Daddy cow dance party!"
So there you have it, folks. From Liam's point of view, I'm big & Josh goes to dance parties. Apparently, once this baby comes I really need to liven up my image for my son!
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Wednesday, May 30, 2012
Wednesday, May 2, 2012
From the Mouths of Babes
As if being 31 weeks pregnant isn't a lesson in humility itself, what with all the stumbling, groaning, awkward, large-bellied moments it brings, this was my conversation with my son this evening:
(The two of us are in the car, on the way to church for a worship night with the youth group, and we pass the field of cows that we see everyday)
Liam: Mommy! Cows!
Me: Yes, buddy. Look at all the cows.
Liam: Mommy cows! Daddy cows! Mommy cows! Daddy cows! Liam cows!
Me: There are Liam cows? Are the Liam cows little boy cows?
Liam: Uh-huh! Mommy BIG cow.
That's right. Worst case scenario, my 23 month old called me a BIG cow. Best case scenario, he indicated that if he had to pick a cow to represent me, it would be a BIG cow.
Thanks for your honesty, Liam. At this point I couldn't agree more.
(The two of us are in the car, on the way to church for a worship night with the youth group, and we pass the field of cows that we see everyday)
Liam: Mommy! Cows!
Me: Yes, buddy. Look at all the cows.
Liam: Mommy cows! Daddy cows! Mommy cows! Daddy cows! Liam cows!
Me: There are Liam cows? Are the Liam cows little boy cows?
Liam: Uh-huh! Mommy BIG cow.
That's right. Worst case scenario, my 23 month old called me a BIG cow. Best case scenario, he indicated that if he had to pick a cow to represent me, it would be a BIG cow.
Thanks for your honesty, Liam. At this point I couldn't agree more.
Thursday, January 5, 2012
Go Hogs!
Liam has been pretty excited about tomorrow's Cotton Bowl, as well as baseball season, which is right around the corner. The other day we sat down for some sports talk, to get his opinions. Here's what he had to say:
That bit where he says, "owww" and beats himself on the head is his demonstration of the Hogs stomping the Wildcats tomorrow. Go Hogs!
That bit where he says, "owww" and beats himself on the head is his demonstration of the Hogs stomping the Wildcats tomorrow. Go Hogs!
Wednesday, October 26, 2011
America's Family
Something you should know about working in youth/children's ministry (you know, just in case you're considering it) is that sometimes you get ridiculous assignments. Assignments like, "hey Lawsons, y'all need to come to Fall Streetfest dressed as Workout Barbie & Malibu Ken from Toy Story 3." And that is why, tonight, we showed up at church looking like this:
Since all of student ministries dressed according to Toy Story, we tried to get a group shot, but it was sort of a big group. In the pic below the staff families are in front, the army men are right behind us, the red group of people on the right are the barrel of monkeys, the white group in the middle are Bo Peep's sheep, and most of the rest on the left and in the back are either aliens or mutant toys. So goofy & fun.
And here's a shot of just the staff families: Jarrett was Buzz, Chanika was a Mattel toy (Made in China because she's Asian), and Kaiya & Konli were Slink; Matt, Martha, and Levi were Woody, Jessi, & Bullseye; Nic, Kassie, and Karis were Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head and a Tater Tot; and I'm not totally sure what the three interns on the right were dressed as.
What? That's still not a close enough look at the ridiculousness? Okay, here's a shot of the wives. I love these girls. I also think it's hilarious that Nic & Kassie's heads were inside there potato head hats so you couldn't see their faces at all. Their costumes were so creative.
I know, I know. You are super jealous that you didn't wear purple pumps and turquoise shiny tights today. You are probably also really wishing you had such awesome bouncy bangs and that your husband had a cool flowery shirt and ascot. However, if all of student ministries at your church ever decides to do a Toy Story theme, now you have some costume ideas. (Liam came as our dog, in case you were wondering how he fits into the picture).
Liam LOVES dogs, so he was really excited about the nose and spots I put
on his face, and he was surprisingly content in his costume all
evening. Here he is with two of his buddies: Bryson was one of the
aliens and Levi was sort of Bullseye, if Bullseye was a zebra :) He is
only a month old, so his parents couldn't find him a horse costume.
Since all of student ministries dressed according to Toy Story, we tried to get a group shot, but it was sort of a big group. In the pic below the staff families are in front, the army men are right behind us, the red group of people on the right are the barrel of monkeys, the white group in the middle are Bo Peep's sheep, and most of the rest on the left and in the back are either aliens or mutant toys. So goofy & fun.
And here's a shot of just the staff families: Jarrett was Buzz, Chanika was a Mattel toy (Made in China because she's Asian), and Kaiya & Konli were Slink; Matt, Martha, and Levi were Woody, Jessi, & Bullseye; Nic, Kassie, and Karis were Mr. & Mrs. Potato Head and a Tater Tot; and I'm not totally sure what the three interns on the right were dressed as.
What? That's still not a close enough look at the ridiculousness? Okay, here's a shot of the wives. I love these girls. I also think it's hilarious that Nic & Kassie's heads were inside there potato head hats so you couldn't see their faces at all. Their costumes were so creative.
And our husbands: the crazy fellas who keep our lives interesting.
Tuesday, March 10, 2009
I Forgot That I'm Not a Good Judge of Funny
So, when I arrived home and showed my husband the comic posted below, instead of hearing the chuckle I expected, I received a blank stare. Also, a reminder that I'm a nerd. Apparently, many things that I think are "clever" are actually considered nerdy or not funny by most people. Today was exceedingly long and stressful, so I must have had a momentary lapse of judgment when I posted the comic and thought it would be well-received.
In light of today's circumstances, I feel that I should take the opportunity to warn you that if I tell you something is funny, or if I recommend a movie and say that it is excellent ... be warned. Unless you're already pretty sure that our tastes in things are similar, you can pretty much expect to be bored or disappointed. Please don't ever feel the need to politely agree that something was hilarious.
In light of today's circumstances, I feel that I should take the opportunity to warn you that if I tell you something is funny, or if I recommend a movie and say that it is excellent ... be warned. Unless you're already pretty sure that our tastes in things are similar, you can pretty much expect to be bored or disappointed. Please don't ever feel the need to politely agree that something was hilarious.
Thursday, February 19, 2009
Dating Advice
This week I have been involved in several conversations about dating with some of the youngsters I meet with. I'm sure Valentine's day has played a part in this increased interest in romantic relationships; so, in case you have also been thinking about love a little more lately, I thought I would share some comments and tips (a few details have been tweaked to protect privacy):
"If you are dating a girl you should not make fun of her friends to her. Or her family. And you should not try to go out with any of her friends while you are dating her."
"It's okay to hold hands with a girl when you're in 4th grade, but not when you are on the bus. She might not want people to know that you are going out with each other."
Girl: "Mrs. Stefanie, if only you and one other person were left in the whole world and the other person was a boy, who would you want it to be?"
Me: "My husband, Josh. He is my best friend and we have a lot of fun together, so I would want him to be the other person."
Girl: "He's your best friend?"
Me: "Yes"
Girl (with disappointed look on face): "huh."
"It is a good idea to get married when you are a teenager and then have a baby right away, because then you won't be as selfish because you will be thinking about someone else."
"You should wait until you are 15 years old to kiss a girl. Or 13 years old. Both are okay. Some girls like to kiss 15 year olds and some girls like to kiss 13 year olds ... I'm almost 13."
So there you have it ... I certainly do not personally endorse all of this advice, but I do think all of us should at least remember to not make fun of our significant others' family members and we should not try to date his or her friends.
"If you are dating a girl you should not make fun of her friends to her. Or her family. And you should not try to go out with any of her friends while you are dating her."
"It's okay to hold hands with a girl when you're in 4th grade, but not when you are on the bus. She might not want people to know that you are going out with each other."
Girl: "Mrs. Stefanie, if only you and one other person were left in the whole world and the other person was a boy, who would you want it to be?"
Me: "My husband, Josh. He is my best friend and we have a lot of fun together, so I would want him to be the other person."
Girl: "He's your best friend?"
Me: "Yes"
Girl (with disappointed look on face): "huh."
"It is a good idea to get married when you are a teenager and then have a baby right away, because then you won't be as selfish because you will be thinking about someone else."
"You should wait until you are 15 years old to kiss a girl. Or 13 years old. Both are okay. Some girls like to kiss 15 year olds and some girls like to kiss 13 year olds ... I'm almost 13."
So there you have it ... I certainly do not personally endorse all of this advice, but I do think all of us should at least remember to not make fun of our significant others' family members and we should not try to date his or her friends.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Really?
If any of you are regular Saturday Night Live viewers you may share my enjoyment of the segment called, "Really?" that occasionally takes place during Weekend Update. Last week at work I experienced my own, "Really?", moment that I have continued to simultaneously chuckle and roll my eyes at everyday since then.
Very kind people frequently make donations to the organization where I work. These donations often involve hygiene items, clothing, or toys. Last week we were given a box of baby dolls. This seemed to be a very timely donation, as we are actually a little low on baby dolls in our waiting/play areas. As my co-workers, Tom & Jessica, and I started going through the box we realized several things ...
1. All of the baby dolls must have been purchased at either garage sales or thrift stores, because they all had crazy, matted hair and very dirty faces.
2. The very kind woman who donated the dolls must be a great seamstress who loves the days of Little House on the Prairie.
3. The very kind woman who donated the dolls must have similar views on civil rights and segregation as they had in the days of Little House on the Prairie.
So here's what happened: As we started pulling baby dolls out of the box, we admired the handmade bloomers, bonnets, and prairie dresses that they wore. Once they were all laid out on the floor, we started trying to decide which dolls were in good enough condition to actually place in our waiting rooms. Do you remember the "One of these things is not like the others" song from the days of Sesame Street? Well, one of the baby dolls wasn't like the others. All of the babies were caucasian and wearing matching outfits except for one. There was a lone African American baby doll, dressed in a similar dress as the others, but also wearing an apron (none of the other babies had aprons) and instead of a bonnet, she had an Aunt Jemima style handkerchief on her head.
Really?
Very kind people frequently make donations to the organization where I work. These donations often involve hygiene items, clothing, or toys. Last week we were given a box of baby dolls. This seemed to be a very timely donation, as we are actually a little low on baby dolls in our waiting/play areas. As my co-workers, Tom & Jessica, and I started going through the box we realized several things ...
1. All of the baby dolls must have been purchased at either garage sales or thrift stores, because they all had crazy, matted hair and very dirty faces.
2. The very kind woman who donated the dolls must be a great seamstress who loves the days of Little House on the Prairie.
3. The very kind woman who donated the dolls must have similar views on civil rights and segregation as they had in the days of Little House on the Prairie.
So here's what happened: As we started pulling baby dolls out of the box, we admired the handmade bloomers, bonnets, and prairie dresses that they wore. Once they were all laid out on the floor, we started trying to decide which dolls were in good enough condition to actually place in our waiting rooms. Do you remember the "One of these things is not like the others" song from the days of Sesame Street? Well, one of the baby dolls wasn't like the others. All of the babies were caucasian and wearing matching outfits except for one. There was a lone African American baby doll, dressed in a similar dress as the others, but also wearing an apron (none of the other babies had aprons) and instead of a bonnet, she had an Aunt Jemima style handkerchief on her head.
Really?
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