Another Weird Sunday

I'm not sure what's been happening the last 2 Sundays (you can read about what happened last Sunday in the previous post). A few days before Sunday, Owen, Tawm and I were all feeling pretty crummy. On Friday evening, I started to lose my voice and on Saturday it was pretty much gone. I emailed Rusty (since I couldn't really talk) to preach for me and Tawm would translate. Even though it was really short notice, he agreed to do it. When Sunday morning arrived, my voice was coming back some but Tawm's was pretty much gone. Tawm tried to find a translator but its hard to find a translator for Sunday services when it is Sunday morning. In the end we got Kaimook, the daughter of one of our members who studies at an international school to translate. She has done it a few times for Rusty at cell group, but this was her first time in front of a bigger group of people. Although she struggled at times, she did a good job. We're just glad that we are feeling under the weather before the team comes, not when they arrive!

Some Daddy Firsts

Over the past week, I've had some new experiences as a dad. Last week Owen got sick for the first time. He had an eye and ear infection but after we saw the doctor and got some medicine, Owen was better the next day. Owen sure didn't like the feeling of being sick, he was not the normal, happy Owen at all. After Owen got better, both mommy and daddy got sick. I've always heard of that happening, but this is my first experience.

The other first happened Sunday morning at church. During worship, I was holding Owen as Tawm was working the powerpoint. As I was holding him, there was a rumbling in Owen's diaper and I knew he had just done his deed. Mimi, one of the girls at church, just happened to be watching us at the time when her jaw dropped and she pointed at me. Owen's diaper didn't catch all the poop. It had started running down his leg, on to me and on to the floor. All this happened during the second to last song before I had to preach. Well, I got us both cleaned up just as they were praying before the sermon. Usually when that prayer is finished, I am standing at the front ready to preach. Last Sunday I wasn't and everyone started looking for me. That's when they discovered the poopy incident. Needless to say, we had a few minutes between prayer and preaching and when I started to preach, I was pretty flustered and as a result my introduction didn't go too smoothly. Oh well, it will be a Sunday that I never forget.

Big Guy in a Little Shirt

I don't know how many of you have ever seen the movie Tommy Boy, but it was a movie I watched like 50 times when I was in high school. No matter how many times I watched it, it made me laugh. Earlier this week I made a small "fou-pau" and as it was happening, I kept seeing flashbacks of this movie. There is a scene in the movie where Chris Farley puts on David Spade's suit jacket. Chris was a big, big man, David is a little man. Once Christ got the jacket on, he pranced around singing, "Fat Guy in a Little Suit". In the end the suit jacket ripped.

Earlier this week I went to work out at the gym. After working out I showered and began to get dressed but I had a hard time getting my shirt on. It was then that I realized that I had grabbed Tawm's shirt instead of mine. Tawm is a lot smaller than me. In Thailand I wear an XL, Tawm wears an S. Because of my small fou-pau, I had to make a difficult decision. I could either put my old, smelly, stinky workout shirt on, I could walk out with no shirt or I could wear Tawm's shirt. It was an easy decision, I chose the last option and put on Tawm's shirt. As I walked out, I sucked in my belly, walked past all the people exercising and successfully made it to the truck without anyone noticing (at least as far as I could tell). I then drove and got a new shirt. As this all happened, all I could think of was that song. The final outcome was a little different, I didn't rip Tawm's shirt, I just streched it big time.