Thursday, January 31, 2008
Emory: "God! God!"
Mommy: "God? Emory, who made you? Can you say, 'God'?"
Emory: "God! God!"
Mommy: "That's right Emory! God made Emory. Let's do it one more time. Emory, who made you? Can you say, 'God'?"
Emory: "Ruff! Ruff!"
Now, how do you suppose her toddler brain interpreted my last question?
Wednesday, January 30, 2008
I often find it quite funny that we are friends because I think we might fit into the category of opposites attract. She pays very close attention to details - likes and dislikes of people around her, potential hazards to children, what colors people use in their home. I, on the other hand, just complimented her last week on her "new" curtains, to which she reminded me that she had shown them to me 2 years ago when she made them. When we were "new" friends, she had me into her home several times a week when her firstborn was only 3 weeks old. I was averaging a week just to return calls when my firstborn was that age. She is properly concerned with keeping her house clean, my husband just asks that he be able to get the front door open.
Anyway, she is that great friend who knows when you're stressed without you having to say it, asks about the new sleep routine you are trying in order to lengthen your toddler's naps, and won't let you keep her kids for her birthday dinner because she thinks you have too much on your plate.
I'm so glad you're my friend!
Tuesday, January 29, 2008
2.) You find yourself calculating how, if you wash your hair Friday morning, you won't have to wash it again this weekend when you are away from home.
3.) You think going to bed at 9:00, on Saturday night, is exciting.
4.) You think the 23-year-old married couple at church look soooo young.
5.) Your mom tells you that Christmas shopping for you is easy because your taste is not that far removed from hers.
6.) You feel completely out of place shopping for a bridesmaids dress with your sister, and you've only been married 3 (almost!) years yourself!
7.) You lick your thumb and wipe grime off your daughter's face before you head into Wal-mart.
8.) You can't remember to tell your friend Happy Birthday, even though you saw her that day, on her actual birthday!
9.) You can't sleep past 6:30am.
10.) You've lost all ability to nap during the day, or sit down without folding a load of clothes.
Monday, January 28, 2008
"Sometimes we don’t have self-control because we are not defining it biblically, but in a worldly way. We think that if we had self-control, we would all wear a size 6 and be in great shape because we were getting in an hour of exercise everyday after having our two-hour quiet time and a bowl of granola. And since very few of us attain to such things, we all think we are pretty pathetic, and we look with envy at the woman who is wearing the size 6, and think to ourselves, “If I only had self-control, I could look like that. But I don’t, so I am a big loser.” And then we go on to confess our lack of self-control, when what we should have been confessing was the envy, the discontent, the self-absorption, and the melodrama.
Self-control begins in the heart, and it works its way out in our thoughts, words, and actions. James says that if a man can control his tongue, he is perfect. The tongue is a pretty unruly animal and requires a strong hand. This is a great place for all women to begin to acquire self-control. We can begin by listening to ourselves. Do we need to tighten up? How do we talk to our husbands? Children? Do we confide too much in friends, and do we excuse one another for our indiscretion? If so, then we should pray for God to set a watch at the door of our lips and make restitution when we sin with our tongue. We easily excuse ourselves when we sin with our tongue, attributing to ourselves the best of motives. But we beat ourselves up for imaginary sins, like having chips with lunch. And you can confess false guilt all day long, and it does not go away."
Pretty good, huh?
Saturday, January 26, 2008
Thanks for all the encouragement!
Tuesday, January 22, 2008
Well, the flannel pj's have sat on my dresser for two weeks, unworn, because somehow I made it out of the store with the security tag still attached. So, today, the tot and I struck out to get my pj's fixed so I can wear them. While I was in "THE" store, I felt several pangs of remorse for dear hubby. Since the month of romance is coming up, I relented and bought something with "less fabric". I literally ran out of the store, keeping my head down so that no one I know would catch me, and went to pick up the watch I was having repaired at a jewelry store in the mall. While I was paying, the attendant helping me asked Emory, "You didn't feel like wearing both shoes today?"
You have got to be kidding me! The only time my eyes were not on her was while I was "selecting". So, I swallow my fear, and I am sure there was a little bit of pride there with it, and head back to get the #$%@ shoe. As I walk in the lady spots me and says, "Are you looking for a shoe?" "What gave it away?", I wanted to ask? So, she speaks into her headset (what do they need those things for, anyways?) and says "Cancel that Code Adam." Are you serious? A Code Adam? Over a lost shoe?
Moral of the story? Don't buy shoes with velcro for your toddlers. The shoes that I thought would make my life easier...
Monday, January 21, 2008
- Aimee taught me to freeze my meat in 1 pound baggies so that all I have to do before dinner is thaw out one baggie of meat to prepare. She also taught me to pre-cook chicken for casseroles, etc.. and freeze those in 1 cup portions. Aimee you may do this also, but I've taken it one step further and freeze my chicken in 2 breast portions as well (since there are only 2 adults in my house).
- Beth taught me to clean one room a day. No, I don't get to enjoy a clean house all at once, but I also don't have the burden of having to clean all day one day a week.
- Mara taught me that you can still do housework when you are on the phone.
- Robin taught me to let it all go on the Sabbath and enjoy my God-given day of rest.
- Sally taught me to figure out what's for supper in the morning to cut down on the bewitching hour chaos. (Those of you with children know what I'm talking about!)
- My husband is teaching me to rest.
- Jennifer taught me how to ask questions to figure out what someone is trying to really say.
- Renie taught me the 5, 10, 15 minute trick when you are listening to your child wail themselves to sleep and you just can't bear it.
I am sure there are others that I have forgotten. As they come to me, I'll post them. Thanks to all for making my life easier!
Saturday, January 19, 2008
Wednesday, January 16, 2008
I've been on a mission to love others better by trying to really understand where they are coming from. And I mean, really trying to get inside their head and see what makes them tick and so better understand why they struggle in ways I might not understand otherwise. I mean, let's face it, there are a lot of things that bother people (and I mean REALLY bother people) that we just don't get unless we know where it stems from. Like today, I cried when I realized that I couldn't rake my yard because of the rain. Now a bunch of you just chuckled and probably even thought to yourselves, "what a freak!", but if I went into all the specifics as to how long (MONTHS!) I've been trying to get to the yard, the schedule my husband has which has kept him from being able to tend to the yard, and the plethura of reasons from my childhood as to why a messy yard bothers me, you might just get it.
And before I go any further, I need to give credit where it is due. My very wise friend, Aimee, is the one God used to open my eyes to see this need of mine. This need to understand others better rather than just taking things at face value. So, in the spirit of trying to understand this individual who God has placed in my life, I bought a book called When the Darkness Will Not Lift by John Piper. I was so impressed by some of the things he has to say that I wanted to share. Here goes:
In response to the question "How long O Lord, how long?" Piper references several Psalms. If you know anything at all about King David, you know that he was frequently depressed. Psalm 40:1-3 was particularly noted and Piper makes a couple of observations:
- There is no statement about how long David waited on the Lord. Only God knows how long we must wait.
- Just because we are waiting on God in our times of darkness does not mean that we make peace with the darkness.
- We don't know what caused David's depression. This makes it easier for us to identify with David and fill in our own blanks in the Psalm.
- If we want to experience the joy of faith, we must not focus on our faith (morbid introspection). We must focus on the greatness of our Savior.
And then on the question of assurance of salvation during what Piper so aptly calls the "dark night of the soul" he quotes Philipians 1:6 "He who began a good work in you, will carry it on until the day if completion."
Just some thoughts that I was encouraged by today. Let me know what you think!
Sunday, January 13, 2008
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Wednesday, January 9, 2008
Tuesday, January 8, 2008
TODDLERS ARE HARD! ESPECIALLY, if you tend to parent in a way that sets limits. I do try very hard not to be whimsical about the limits. To take a thought from Nancy Wilson, the Garden of Eden only had one "no". We don't tend to make rules just because I am afraid of mess or inconvenience. I really do want her to try to do things for herself. BUT, she is still physically unable to do a lot of what she wants. So, in an effort to keep from breaking the spirit of my toddler unncessarily, I got online today to see what makes a toddler tick. This is the best I could find:
If I want it, it is mine.
If its in my hand, it is mine.
If it is on, I must turn it off. If it is off, I must turn it on.
If it is plugged, it must be unplugged.
If it is full, it will be more interesting emptied.
If it is a bug, it must be swallowed.
If it is a carseat, it must be protested with an arched back.
Saturday, January 5, 2008
Well, it seems that Miss Priss has inherited her mother's knack for losing things. Emory got a set of musical instruments from us for Christmas. Her favorite piece is the triangle. You know the little thing that you hold on a string and play with a small metal rod. She was playing with it this morning and when I went to pick everything up, it was no where to be found. We turned the house inside out to find it, to no avail. Just now I have located the triangle. Where was it? In the dryer! How in the world?
Friday, January 4, 2008
- Emory is now using a fork to eat most meals. I can't believe that is where we are now! This also means that she is eating food she previously boycotted. I'm guessing its the novelty of the fork and the way she can do it all by herself! The first time I gave her a fork, I put the bite of food on it and then laid it on the highchair tray for her to pick up herself. Now, if I hand her the fork, she will put it down on the tray and then pick it up again. I LOVE how ritualed toddlers are!
- Emory has yet another cold. Yes, I know that it is common for this time of year, but that doesn't make it any easier for her.
- Emory has mastered the concept of "hot" and will blow on her food if she sees us doing it. This is yet another novelty which facinates her and there have been meals where she refused to put food in her mouth unless I blew on it for her. Day before yesterday, I blew on each piece of her peanut butter and honey sandwich before she would eat it. I don't know who was laughing harder - her or me.
- My peanut also knows "cold" and will touch the glass door after daddy leaves for work in the morning and say "co, bbuuuuhhh" that is Emory speak for "cold, bbrrrrrrr"
- Our animal noises that we can successfully imitate now are: monkey, elephant, cow, cat, and dog.
- I've decided that my favorite lie ever is "scrub free soap scum remover"
Have a great weekend!
Wednesday, January 2, 2008
After sending her daddy to the guest room at 2:00am (there's no reason for the guy who has to perform surgery on people's pets the next day to be low on sleep!), I just gave up on trying to sleep despite the noise and read a good book until Emory got quiet. I couldn't get the visions of my child being irreparably emotionally damaged out of my head anyway, but John Grisham did the trick. So what's the point of this post? Is it to complain? To brag about how hard it is for me to be tough on my kid, so I must be a truly compassionate mom? I don't think so, although I'm too tired to really search my soul on this one right now.
My point is to plead with my Sisters to pray for me in this! I HATE not going to my baby when she cries. It goes against every fiber in my being. Mostly, I just need wisdom and perseverance. There are other behavior issues going on at the moment that lead me to think that little girl just needs to be reassured that her parents are still in charge. So, I am desperately pleading with you, if you think of me at all after getting up from your computer, pray that we will have wisdom to do what is best for baby. And then, pray for Emory, that her heart will be soft and teachable, even in this. Thanks!
Tuesday, January 1, 2008
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes.
Eyes and ears and mouth and nose.
Head and shoulders, knees and toes, knees and toes."
Is what you will hear the Skocelai singing at the top of their lungs, over and over again these days. For some random reason, this is Emory's favorite song as of late. It all started on the way home from Christmas at my folks. About the last hour of the trip, Emory, who was barely hanging on anyway, really began to fall apart. And she can really hit that high note at a decible that most toddlers find effortless and opera soloists spend years training for. So, in a panic, since the car was so full there was no way I could sit beside her and play, I pulled the headrest off my seat (not by a feat of strength, it is made to be removed in just such occasions) and proceeded to sing this song to Emory for the first time ever. She loved it, and we spent the last hour singing this song ALL THE WAY HOME. Since then, any time I start singing any song she will pat her head with both of her hands and say "head, head?" If I don't stop singing whatever song I was singing and sing hers, she continues to ask until I sing it. It's really cute. We even sing it instead of the usual lullaby before bed. What songs did your toddlers love?
1.) Delight in my daughter and husband more.
2.) Have a messier house.
3.) Pet the dogs more often.
4.) Not eat after 8:00pm.
5.) Discipline more consistently, even if it is incovenient.
6.) Be more available to others.
7.)Beg God that my desire for all the above be for His glory and not mine!
What are your resolutions? I'd love to hear them!