August 18, 2013


I took C to an all-you-can-eat pizza spot for lunch one afternoon, and he completely out ate me. His eating abilities are also reflected in his growth record as of late. The kid is a giant. At nine years old, he is already about nose level to me.

So when it came time to say my goodbyes to the kiddos, and C shuffled over to give me a sheepish hug, I told him, “The next time I see you, you better be taller than me! I expect many inches to happen over this next year.”

Not to be left behind, his 6-year-old brother chimed in, “And me?”

J is a little one, yet to hit his sasquatch stride, so his father suggested that maybe J would be at my armpit by next July. He leaned back into the couch, deep in thought. Several minutes later, J asked me very seriously, “Big Lo, does your armpit have a beard?”

Then he continued, “My dad’s armpit does. He actually has two beards!”



Backseat Conversations.

July 24, 2013

Lauren: Big [Lo], did you know that my sister’s name is Poophead and mine is Toilet?

Kate: Hey! That means I get to sit on you. And POOP ON YOUR FACE.

*uncontrollable giggles for the rest of the ride home*


What delightful little ladies.

This is a semester’s labor of love, and one of the proudest moments of my life.
And just maybe–we can keep praying–the future of the Paraguayan church!
(P.S. That is me hidden in the back left corner behind Gordi.)

I taught this kid his first guitar chords, and he took off flying from there.
Stinking love the rascal.