No shortage

There is no shortage of embarrassing moments in the Smith household. Take Sunday, at church. I thought the congregation unknowingly singing two different hymns was funny but that was before Owen took his position in front during the Children's Message. Pastor Bill's message was that it was OK to be scared. He mentioned a large tree which had fallen during a storm which had scared him. His message was complete with rhetorical questions - of which Owen answered every....single...one. The youth group was to set out on their mission trip after the service. Pastor Bill mentioned he hoped they took care climbing ladders to fix the roofs of houses they were going to be working on, so as not to fall and "break their necks". Owen loudly proclaimed, "How will they keep their head on?" The entire room erupted. Tears were rolling down my face I was laughing so hard. Pastor Bill ended by saying, "Looks like I need to wrap this thing up!" Only Owen.
This episode was after Owen proclaimed to Nana on the phone that "Mommy was sitting on YaYa". Yes, I guess I was sitting on YaYa - I was trying to wrangle my way onto the computer and sat on his lap to gain access. Innocent, but embarrassing.
But this, tops it all... Sunday afternoon.... Father's Day.... Relaxing day outside splashing in the pool. Owen leave us to go inside and use the facilities. Roger and I and Kristen are preoccupied with Tate who's playing Naked Soccer in the front yard. "Mommy". "Mommy!" I look up to the porch. Owen is bent over, naked as a jaybird, showing us his Heinie Hole. "Is all the poop off!!?????!!!" Yes, neighborhood. That is my son up there showing you his "where the sun don't shine". And yes, Tate is still playing his Naked Soccer. Gotta love it... gotta love it.

Attention

We need to learn to stop encouraging Owen. Once he knows we're amused, he continues his actions, ten-fold. He LOVES the attention, and will do most anything to keep it. I'll admit, he's got it tough with a brother like Tate who attracts all sorts of smiles, tickles and "coo-chi-coos". It takes me 15 minutes to leave the daycare from all the people stopping me in the hallway, asking for Tate's autograph. His fans surround us as we break our way to the car, pushing and plodding our way through the swooning admirers. But I digress, and just proved my point - sorry Owen.