Church Shoes

Our church is very casual. We can wear whatever. I usually take the opportunity to dress up a little (read: wear something other than jeans). We have quite a diverse congregation so you can pretty much go either way and blend in, unless you wear a suit and tie. Then you might get a smile or two your way. We're all harmless--do whatever floats your boat.

This past Sunday I told Big Brother he should wear his brown shoes to church. We bought them for him to wear to my sister-in-law's wedding last month and he's not really worn them since then. I'd like for him to get some wear out of them before they are too small. They aren't real dressy at all--lace up and brown--the typical trendy little boy shoes. They are darling and he looks adorable in them!

His reply, "Who's wedding are we going to?"

(I wanted to reply, "Nope son, we aren't. And when I was growing up I had to wear a dress and tights every Sunday!!!" --and your Grandpa had to walk uphill both ways to school ...with no shoes, blah blah blah)

Too Funny Not To Post

So the cat's out of the bag--now you know where I stand. Oh well. It was bound to happen sometime. But this is some funny stuff!

You know it is!

Potty Mouth Plaid Girl

My sister-in-law brought her two sons to visit today while we are at Mamaw/Papaw Camp 2008. My dad, who was labeled as a 'Super Guy' by my 6 year old nephew, was willing to entertain. He has a workshop with all kinds of trinkets, etc, so the boys had a ball. Three boys--2 of them 4 years old (my son being one of the 4 year olds), and then the 6 year old--were in Papaw's Workshop. My sister-in-law and I watched Miss Bug while they played out there for a while.

When Miss Bug went down for a nap, we rode the golf cart around to the different barns to visit the animals. We were visiting and feeding the goats when they began to sneak out from under the gate. I went back to the barn to get some more feed to put in their trough so that I could herd the goats back into the fence.

When I got in there, all of a sudden the big black goat was jumping up to look into the barrel of feed. So here's this big ol' goat practically jumping on me! It scared me to death and I yelled, "Shit!" It was just the automatic response coming out of me. The 6 year old nephew and my son were outside sitting in the golf cart while random goats roamed about, but the other 4 year old nephew was in the barn with me. He is the fearless one. Needless to say, he heard me and immediately yelled, "Shit!" My sister-in-law about fell over. She ran over to him and told him he was NOT to say that word ever again and that Aunt Karen shouldn't have said it.

I felt horrible and apologized and told my nephew that I shouldn't have said it. I said to my sister-in-law, "He's never heard that before?" She said no. Woops. I truly don't think my son has ever heard that word before either, but anytime he does hear a new word, he's never immediately tried it out!

It was pretty funny though. Maybe my son is saving it in his mental Rolodex and will pull it out sometime at church or in public somewhere. I guess we shall find out, eh?

Waffles

This morning I let Big Brother eat a waffle in our bed for breakfast (with a towel down in case of spills-I like to call it a 'picnic' read: lazy mom). I had Miss Bug in my bed too, as she had just finished eating. I went into the kitchen for a few minutes to fix my coffee-finding my favorite mug, adding my yummy vanilla creamer and 2 Splendas. Yes, same thing every day.

Then I saw Hubby's laptop on the counter, waiting for me to check email. So, I strolled on over and began checking and answering emails. So often this is what I do: I go into a room, start something, then move on to something else without finishing the first task. Usually I make the coffee, then realize I need to put clothes in the dryer so go to laundry room; then realize the dog needs food and water, do that; then get Big Brother's lunchbox and start that, and on and on and on-when usually my intention was to JUST GET THE DAMN COFFEE AND GO SIT DOWN AND WATCH SOME OF THE TODAY SHOW!

It had been a good 15 minutes and I realized I'd not heard a peep from my bedroom. It was unusually quiet.

I walked in to find that Big Brother had given his 6-month-old sister his bowl (Daddy puts the cut-up waffle w/syrup in a bowl) and she had her face inside the entire bowl and was sucking on the rim. It was HILARIOUS. I wish I would've taken a picture b/c as you know they are worth a thousand words and then you could've seen it for yourself. I ran over and took the bowl b/c I wasn't sure if honey was in syrup and you aren't supposed to let your little ones have honey. DUH--Hubby told me there is no honey in syrup. Miss Bug was grinning from ear to ear and continued to suck on her lower lip in case there was any syrup left.

And that's how our Monday started...