Monday, March 31, 2008

Getting away....

This coming weekend, the Dr. and I will be getting away for a romantic weekend of just being a couple. I'm so excited! There will be sleeping in, meals where I only feed myself, and lots and lots of hiking. We found a B & B called the Raven Haven in Mentone, Alabama. We'll be staying in the Queen Anne room. Check it out here. I've always wanted a bed I had to climb stairs to get into. That alone is worth the trip for me. Funds and time are very tight this year, but we are trying to maintain a tradition of a yearly trip for just the two of us. Keeping the spark alive, so to speak. Kind of ensures that Emory will be joined by siblings if we continue to enjoy being married to each other. And, it gives us a good chance to talk, get reaquainted with each other, and not just run the family business.
Good friends here will be keeping the rugrat. She will be treated to a day with Thomas the tank engine on Friday, the zoo on Saturday, and we'll be home Sunday afternoon. I don't think she'll have time to miss us.
Anyhoo, that is ruling my thoughts this week. In just 4 short days, I will be free for a whole 48 hours. I can't wait to drink a cup of coffee without microwaving it 3 times, not hide in the closet to eat something I don't want to share, and think a complete thought, start to finish. Not to mention have an uninterrupted conversation with dear hubby. Yes, I adore my little girl, but I have found that these little get-aways go far in reminding me that I am more than just a mommy and therefore enable me to be a better mommy once I am home. Plus, they make me a much better wife when I get to give my undivided attention to the one I call my own. And, I remember all over again why I married the big lug in the first place.

Wednesday, March 26, 2008

a bit 'o clarification...

It came to my attention today that my intent in the previous post was not as clear as I had hoped. So, in the spirit of open communication, please understand that my only point was that I am tired of the binding of consciences that I see in the area of preferences. I was not intending to say that babies should be born with the aid of an epidural, only that having an epidural does not always mean some sort of medical complication. I also did not intend to communicate that babies born by c-section are not born in the manner that God intended. Obviously, God intended for certain babies to be born in that manner. And I am thankful for that type of intervention because one of the woman I regard most in this world would be dead had her first born not been birthed via a c-section. And I really like having her here with me in this life. Again, it was just an attempt to clarify that opting for the epidural doesn't mean you're gonna end up with a c-section. That'a all. Wanna have a baby without pain meds? Great! Just don't try to convince me that because I ask for them as soon as I can that it is a black stain on my record of motherhood. Let me be very clear on one more point... if you've had your baby without pain meds, I don't think you're crazy. I don't get it is all. Kind of like I don't get why some people like gardening or why others hate to cook. It is a matter of preference that I can respect without having to personally subscribe to it.
And yes, as if you can't tell already, I get really irritated when mothers begin to assert the "right" way to have a baby, the "right" way to potty train, or the "right" time to take away a paci. Feel free to enlighten me if you think my motives for any decisions regarding the above are wrong, but don't attack the decision. Each to their own, I say!
Sorry for not being more clear before, hope this post helps.

Tuesday, March 25, 2008

a bee in my bonnet...

So, something has been bugging me and I need to get it off my chest, so to speak. Recently, I read a woman's blog and something struck me as a little forward. Some background information... this woman is pregnant with her 12th child and most of her childbirths have been at home. I applaud her for having 12 children. Children are a blessing from God, and I ferverently wish I lived like I believed that more often than I do. I don't have a problem with having your babies at home either. I would love to do that, and even let daddy dearest deliver our little arrows. However, he doesn't think that is a wise idea and I happily submit... it's not that big of a deal to me.
My problem lies in the fact that she claims, "We let God plan our family." Which says to me, that any of us who use any kind of method to prevent conception from occuring, are in sin because we are playing God. I'm not here at this time to get into a debate about what forms of birth control are permitted by God. I just want to make to make it known that I think this type of attitude towards family planning seems to be very arrogant to me. We are well aware that it is God who plans our family, and if He desires for us to have more children then we will have them, regardless of whatever family planning method we employ. We don't think we are tying God's hands by using a barrier method or taking a pill.
Another thing, the assertion that when you have an epidural you automatically have a really long labor and push for a really long time is a bunch of bull! My first baby, labor was only 9 hours long, and I pushed for only 17 minutes. And I couldn't feel a thing the whole time! She was also incredibly alert, even though she was subjected to intoxicating poisen for 6 of those 9 hours. If you want to have a baby "naturally" (which really just means no pain meds, my baby still came out in the manner God originally designed) go for it! I, however, loved my pain free experience and will do it again.
My point is this... all of this is simply a matter of preference and I am tired of others hinting around that I am not honoring God because I plan my family differently and choose the blessed relief of an epidural during childbirth. I have so much respect for women who do it without pain meds, you are much tougher than I and I freely and openly admit that fact. I have no desire to prove that I am as tough as you. To try to do so would be folly and I would fail miserably (and probably end up with an epidural!). All I ask is that you not point and laugh at me for being a wimp :).
As for family planning? The major factor was to why we waited a bit before even thinking about having another baby was because neither adult in this house is what you would call "laid back". We are hyper, easily exciteable, and intense people here. So, we didn't think we would add another child before we felt like we has gotten a small handle on this parenting thing, unless God intervened, of course. What I respect most aabout the women who have loads of kids is that they are easy to please, laid back folks. I envy that type of tempermant and have spent lots of time wishing God had made me that way. Until I realized that I ws grumbling against God for making me the way He did. So, I try to suck it up, be thankful for who I am, and am ever seeking to please God with the tempermant He chose for me.
So, there you have it. My bee in my bonnet. If you have any thoughts that would clarify the mindset I have so thoroughly dissected here, please share! I would love to know what thinking lies behind some of those assertions I've mentioned.

Easter basket time!

So, we are the mean parents who made our daughter wait until after dinner to get into her basket. We figured, since she didn't know that one was coming, she wouldn't mind at all. And this way, she got to dive right into the candy, no line, no waiting! All we did was put the basket in front of her, she knew exactly what to do.



As you can see, the child hates being the center of attention. Too bad for her, huh?

Monday, March 24, 2008

Easter fun!

Finding that first egg!



OOOOO! Another one!


What are those other two up to?



Sydney Raines grinnin' at Uncle Eric.


Wilson showing off his loot.


There are no pictures of Easter finery yet.
I'll get to those later.



We had a great Easter visit with Eric's mom (whom Emory insisted on calling "Pop", as in Grandpa). The Davises, whom we claim as family, came over for dinner and an egg hunt. It was so much fun to watch the kids find the eggs that the daddies had hidden in the yard.

Mommy in training...

Emory's big thing right now is babies. She has a baby doll that she rocks, feeds, and puts to sleep almost every day. Last week our good friends, the Mosses, had their very first baby girl! We went for a visit and Emory was beside herself that Miss Renie let her hold Baby Helen. Emory cried when we had to give Helen back and it was time to go. Here are some pictures of my mommy in training...



Holding Baby Helen.

Putting "Baby" down for a nap.
Emory ready to re-assume the position of "baby" in the household.







Monday, March 17, 2008

Easter musings...

This is the first year since 2003 that I have "gotten into" the spirit of Easter. That makes me so sad. To recap...
2004 - my mother had been in a serious car accident in March and had sustained serious head injuries. I was still going to the coast where they live, every weekend, to spend as much time as I could helping her with recovery and giving my dad and other siblings a break. On this trip down I had a nasty stomach bug, so I don't think I was even aware it was Easter.
2005 - I was busy planning a wedding and freaking out that I was getting married less than a year after I'd been officially set free from my previous marriage. My mind was sadly not on Easter.
2006 - I was "newly" pregnant, nauseous, tired, and visiting my mother-in-law who'd had a complete shoulder reconstruction. My mind was not on Easter.
2007 - I had a "new" baby and my mind was not on Easter.

However! This year, I have been reading more and more about how others celebrate Easter via the web, and it has been heavily on my mind. And, Emory is old enough to enjoy things like an egg hunt or an Easter basket, so I've been scheming. But then I had some pause over whether or not it was appropriate for us to indulge in these "secular" traditions. Today I read Nancy Wilson's blog and was set free from those concerns. (Check out her link to the left.) I think we will celebrate bigger for Easter than we do for Christmas. After all, it is all part and parcel of my salvation.
So, we will make a big deal out of Emory's new dress and shoes. We will indulge her with candy filled eggs in a basket. I may invite some small friends over this week to dye eggs with us to hide on Sunday. I may even go get Emory the Cookie Monster that is missing from her collection. And, I think I will celebrate by getting myself a pretty new dress since I really don't own that many with "color" (Aimee, you'll get that reference.) and I think Eric will be receiving a new dress shirt. He hasn't bought any new ones since we've been married, and I not sure how long he's had the ones he's already got.
Celebrate Easter, my friends! We've been given an awesome gift through the death and resurrection of Christ. Let's not allow the day to go by like just any other Sabbath.

Sunday, March 16, 2008

dumb things mommies say...

Emory had a bad day. And, I told her at lunch that it makes me sad that she was so naughty on the Sabbath. I mean, she's supposed to give me rest today, right? A long nap, eating without fussing about it, complete and cheerful obedience... those are all things I deserve on the Sabbath, right? Apparently not.
My point is, when she awoke way earlier than was safe from her nap, we decided to get the heck out of dodge and loaded her in the car. Our destination? Botanical Gardens. We figured she's get a kick out of the large Koi and pretty flowers. Well, when we got there, I made the rookie mistake of taking her out of the stroller to show her the pretty flowers. There was a retaining wall in front of the flower bed, so I attempted to hold her hand and show her how to walk along the wall. Bad idea. It was an "I do it myself or I make you miserable kind of day."
With a serious fit brewing, I panicked (I don't handle fits in public well), held her as close to me as I could without breaking eye contact and said, "You stop that right now!" as quiet and as menacingly as I could :). Well, it worked. She stopped dead in her tracks and I cheerfully announced that we were getting back into the stroller.
I laughed the rest of the evening at myself. Who says that to a toddler? Don't you love/hate it when your attempt to correct your child's behavior leaves you tounge tied and feeling as though you have mush for brains?

Saturday, March 15, 2008

just some cute Emory stuff...

so, if you are not in the mood to hear me gloat about my seriously cute kid, then just go ahead and proceed to the next blog, my friend. Emory is probably in the camp of being an early communicator. I'm not really sure when kids are supposed to talk, but she definately makes sure we know what she wants. And I love that! It has made being a mommy so much easier. Each morning we cuddle and watch a little bit of cartoons. This morning I was clicking through the channels to find a suitable one. By suitable, I mean one I can actually enjoy. The first cartoon I came to was a version of "Emperor's New Groove". Now, I love that movie and was excited to see a cartoon version of it. I think it is something about the scene where Kronk speaks chipmunk that gets me. Well, because I can never leave well enough alone, I tried the last 2 stations to see what else was available. The only other cartoon was an episode of "Dragon Tales" that we have already seen twice this past week. So, I turned it back to "my" cartoon. Emory's resonse? She looked at me, signed "please", pointed at the remote, and then pointed back at the TV. Guess she likes that episode of "Dragon Tales".

Earlier this week I was clipping her toenails. I only had 3 more to go and she had been very cooperative but began to get antsy. So, I asked her to settle down, mommy only had a few more to do. Her response? "No, one more." complete with holding up her index finger.

She now gets really excited when it is time to get dressed and picking out her clothes for the day is quite an event. She even "helps" by putting every item around her neck like a scarf, including her pants. She's getting there...

And last but not least, we ate lunch at Sam's today because an adult can eat comfortably for $2.50 (including a drink!). She and her daddy split a lemonade. I have never seen such sheer, unadulterated joy on her face. Makes me wish I was her age all over again and that was all it took to make me be beside myself with pleasure. Moments like that remind me that if I stop and view the world through her eyes, I will find myself enjoying life a whole lot more.

Told ya... just some cute Emory stuff.

Friday, March 14, 2008

random thoughts

someone asked me this afternoon what I will be doing this weekend. This weekend will be an all out blitz to get the house in shape before our photo shoot Monday morning. And I have to try and round up childcare since I have decided that I can pay attention during the photo shoot and accomodate the photographer in whatever means necessary to get this house sold without a toddler running amok. And my sister's wedding is bearing down on me, as the next week kicks off the multitude of teas and showers I am both hosting and expected to attend. And I am helping hostess a baby shower. And my MIL called to day she would be here for Easter weekend, which means I have to come up with a Easter Sunday menu and I wasn't even planning to cook. And there is the threat of a nasty stomache bug lurking among us. And I havn't gotten to run in over 3 weeks due to illness and travel.

I know, I know... boo hoo. Most of the above sounds like a week out of everyone else's day planner too. People are often remarking that life gets busier with each generation, but I disagree with that. I think humans have always lived busy and chaotic lives. Like our dear pastor said recently, "People used to make soap, now we buy ours." I think he meant that life has always been busy, it is the type of business that has changed. We, as a family, find that we are always fighting to maintain the choice of the excellent over the good. It is so hard, since there seem to be so many worthy pursuits.

And, we are called to serve others, and then we've been given a spouse and now children as well. So, how do you juggle it all? How do you serve others without neglecting those God has given you to serve at home? And, conversely, how do you serve your family without neglecting the church body and the lost? Does anyone else out there struggle with this balancing act? Just some random thoughts.

And just when you wonder if there is any part of life here on earth that makes any sense, Mississippi State beats Alabama in the quarter finals of the SEC basketball tournament and you know there is a common grace. Go Dawgs!

Thursday, March 13, 2008

sorry to brag...

but, you know you have a sweet husband when, although he's the one home sick from work, you are the one getting the backrub. Generally, I am not the cuddly type. Recently, a friend hugged me as I left Bible study and I literally took a step back. Just not cuddly. And this drives dear hubby nuts, as he is a serious cuddler. One of our many differences, I guess, that just makes for a dynamic and sanctifying marriage.
Although, I don't necessarily enjoyed being hugged, I do like holding hands and I am a sucker for a back rub. So now that I've let that cat out of the bag, don't all of you trample each other to hug me the next time you see me (Beth... you know it crossed your mind).

Wednesday, March 12, 2008

life is about to get CRAZY!

and not because there will be another Skocelai, though we do hope that it won't be long before news of another Baby Skotch is making the blogger world headlines! No, it is because we have officially put a contract on another house, and ours goes on the market on Monday. Such an exciting and nerve wrecking process. I have never personally bought or sold a home. I was a renter until Eric and I married in 2005, and he owned our home already when we met. So, there is a lot of newness in my future.
Although I am excited, I am also scared witless. Only because how do you sell your home on your own, while chasing a rambunctious toddler who makes messes far faster than you can clean them, and are completely unable to "clear out" anything to make the house look larger because there is not a bit of spare space anywhere. I'm completely serious. There is not even an extra inch of space anywhere; not in the sheds, closests, cupboards, or even under the beds. I suppose in a pinch I could use the bathtub and just pull the shower curtain.
Anyhoo, we are totally in love with the house we've found and I've already begun placing the furniture in each room. Mentally, of course. To do physically would just be wierd right now. Any ideas on what to do with Miss Wiggles while I try to make it look like a toddler doesn't really live here?

Monday, March 10, 2008

this is good stuff!

I read this following passage this morning from Jerry Bridge's Trusting God. I would whole-heartedly suggest this book not only for when you might be facing adversity, but also to beef up your spiritual muscles to handle the adversity when it comes. And we all know that it will. I find it highly Providential that today's reading in Morning and Evening was on the dangers of prosperity. It is really is all to easy to become spiritually complacent when things are going our way, isn't it?
Anyhoo, here is from Bridge's, for your reading enjoyment and spiritual edification:

Perhaps you wonder why, in a chapter on the love of God in adversity, I have seemingly digressed so extensively about our sinful condition. I have done so for two reasons: First, that we might see the depths of God's love, not only in giving His one and only Son, but in giving Him to die for such a people as Paul describes us to be. (see Ephesians 2:1, 2; Ezekial 37; Acts 26:18; Colassians 1:13)
But I have dwelt on this point for another reason. When we being to question the love of God, we need to remember who we are. We have absolutely no claim on His love. We don't deserve one bit of God's goodness to us....
We see then that God loved us when we were totally unworthy, when there was nothing whatsoever within us that would call forth His love.
Anytime we are tempted to dount God's love for us, we should go back to the Cross. We should reason somewhat in this fashion: IF God loved me enough to give His Son to die for me when I was His enemy, surely He loves me enough to care for me now that I am His child. Having loved me to the ultimate extent at the Cross, He cannot possibly fail to love me in my times of adversity. Having given such a priceless gift as His Son, surely He will also give all else that is consistent with His glory and my good.
Note that I said, we should reason. IF we are to trust God in adversity, we must use our minds in those times to reason throught the great truths of God's sovereignty, wisdom, and love as they are revealed in the Scriptures. We must not allow our emotions to hold sway over our minds. Rather, we must seek to let the truth of God rule our minds. Our emotions must be subserviant to the truth. This does not mean that we do not feel the pain of adversity and heartache. We feel it keenly. Nor does it mean that we should seek to bury our emotional pain in a stoic-like attitude. We are meant to feel the pain of adversity, but we must resist allowing that pain to cause us to lapse into hard thoughts about God.

I don't know about the rest of you, but I have really struggled to reconcile our God-given emotions and the rational truth about God when I have struggled or tried to help others when they are struggling. This answers so many questions for me and was such an enlightening passage to read that I wanted to share in case it answered similar questions for some of you.
Have a great day!

Saturday, March 8, 2008

this one's for Aimee...

Thought you'd enjoy the following e-mail banter between me and my folks.

From Mom this morning:

I'm suspicious about having, of all things, gallbladder pain. I've downloaded a diet to follow. Today every hour on the hour I have to take a tsp of this raw beet concoction I had to make...it's not too bad. Good thing I like beets!

I replied:

you're wierd. i don't know about emory staying with you alone. you might feed her eye of newt or something if she gets an earache.

Dad shoots back:

Sarah, I am surprised at you! Eye of newt is not the first line medication for ear infections in a child of less than two years.The preparation of choice is ground up dried tails of rat, made up in a tea, four times a day. Eye of newt is for gout!!!

Brad A. Steffler, MD (Your Daddy)


AND... Mom forwarded me an e-mail from this great new website she's found by a guy named Dr. Mercola.


Thursday, March 6, 2008

the "perfect" day

Where I live it is sunny and cool today. Perfect playground weather. So, Jackson, Emory, and I headed out to a local park this morning. This particular park has recently become my favorite. It is completely fenced in with only one entrance. All of the equipment is very toddler friendly. Emory could fall off the highest point on the climbing structure, brush herself off, and continue playing. I'm all about that. She's reached a point in her development where I am ignored when we go somewhere new. So, I've resigned myself to enjoying watching her play instead of playing with her. I also get to chat with other moms while everyone amuses themselves. It's awesome.

It is that rare day that everything has fallen into place "perfectly". I timed leaving this morning just right so the kids ate their snack on the way and everyone had had their morning poo, so diapers were fresh. Cups were full and I had money left on a Starbucks giftcard. Since I hadn't had breakfast yet and a grande non-fat, no whip cafe mocha is only 210 calories, I indulged. I sipped my special drink while watching the kids play. It was awesome.

No one cried when it was time to leave. Jackson was obedient and waited patiently while I loaded Emory into the car. Emory patted my arm as I buckled her in and said, "Emmy's mommy" with a grin. It was awesome.

The kids ate a great lunch. No one needed discipline for throwing food or chewing food up and then spitting it out. Both kids asked to go to bed and everyone is resting peacfully. I think I'll go pop in a Frasier DVD because there is nothing pressing to accomplish.

Aahhhh. I love these "perfect" days.

Tuesday, March 4, 2008

Ready, Set, Go!

5 Random Facts About Me:

1. I hate being barefoot.
2. I hate to see a cordless phone laying on its side. We place them standing up when we put them down at our house (per my "orders").
3. Diet coke in a styrofoam cup with rabbit pellet ice and a straw, please.
4. I can tolerate my house being in complete disarray as long as beds are made. And, I am THAT person who changes the sheets on the beds every week on the same day (Friday!).
5. I rarely make it through a movie in one sitting.

Laura, Robin, Renie.... tag - you're it!

rainy days..

Usually I hate 'em, but today I am loving staying in and playing with my girl. Maybe it's because I feel like I haven't seen her in days. I've been a little under the weather and her daddy took over for the better part of the last 3 days. He did work yesterday, but since I had a migraine we were in survival mode and I don't remember much of the day. I don't get migrianes very often so I really haven't learned how to function when I have one. Let's pray that I never have to learn!

I have a funny Emory quirk that I wanted to share. Like a lot of other toddlers, mine is a paci addict. We used to only use it at bedtime and at naps and it lived in the crib. However, in the fall she got croup and asked for her "abee" so we gave it to her. I am a sucker for whatever makes a child comfy when they are sick. I grew up with very non-sympathetic parents when we sick. My mom is a former ICU nurse and my dad and is diagnostic radiologist. If you ever complained about not feeling good, you were subjected to a lecture on REALLY sick people. While it is true that I've never suffered a debillitating illness such as cancer, as a kid when you feel crummy you really need your mom's sympathy and comfort. At least, I firmly believe so. When my girl is sick she gets (within reason) whatever she wants and lots of cuddles.

So,now Emory asks for a paci periodically throughout the day. As long as we are home, I don't mind. My only objection to pacis is in regard to speech developent, so we try to keep tabs on paci usage for that reason. As long as we have "conversations" during the day, I am not worried about it. We have a box in her room that has almost 16 pacis in it. Where they all came from, I have no idea. But they are there nonetheless. She loves her pacis so much that if I need her occupied for about 20 minutes or so, I can put her in her crib with the box and she will try out each one. It's really cute. Recently, it has become "necessary" to not only have a paci in our mouth, we also want to hold one in our hand as we play.

So, we've begun telling her "Just one paci" when she asks for a "feeler". I'm at least attempting to keep the addiction in hand :). So now, when Emory "needs" a paci she will find us, hold up one index finger and say, "on pappy?". SO CUTE! When will the paci fairy visit the Skocelai household? I have no idea. Before she arrived I had firm convictions about the time frame of when my child should be paci-less. I think it was around the first birthday. She is now 16 months old and we have no plans to get rid of it yet. This falls into the category of Things I Never Thought I'd Let My Kid Do. What things do you let our kids get away with that you never saw yourself allowing? Or, are you all better mothers with stronger convictions that I? Come on, 'fess up!

Sunday, March 2, 2008

Eric's answers

I made him do this and I found his answers really funny.

If he were a shoe, he'd be a sneaker.
If he were a city, he'd be Starkville, MS.
If he were a season, he'd be autumn.
If he were a car, he'd be an Xterra.
If he were a vegetable, he'd be Leseur green peas (YUCK!)
If he were a fruit, he'd be a peach.
If he were a color, he'd be blue.
If he were a country, he'd be Austraila.
If he were a piece of furniture, he'd be a rocker recliner.
If he were a beverage, he'd be a Jack and Coke.
If he were the weather, he'd be a crisp, fall day.
If he were a piece of clothing, he'd be a MSU t-shirt.
IF he were a dessert, he'd be peach cobbler a la mode.
If he were a plant, he'd be a cactus.

Saturday, March 1, 2008

I just have to share this...

Okay, so I am really not complaining at all. While I don't relish the way my trip to Biloxi turned out, you just have to laugh at what went down. Here is the time-line of events:


Wednesday 10:30am - the rugrat and I strike out for the coast
11:30am - some how I end up on I-85 outside of Montgomery because aforementioned rugrat is screaming so loudly that I am severely distracted
11:35am - I have mercy on said toddler and pull over to let her run around in a gas station. She thanks me by acting like a savage and pulling everything off the shelves. Ashamed, I lug her out to the car where I must administer discipline when she attacks me like a badger as I try to put her back in the car.
12:30pm - We stop for lunch in Greenville and toddler runs amok in empty restaurant for an hour.
2:00pm- Sound machine appears and toddler begins to snooze. Ahhh! Blessed silence.
2:30pm - Toddler is now awake and screaming from sheer exhaustion. We press on.
3:30pm - We reach Mobile where my parents reside and make the executive decision to stop and let savage run about.
4:30pm- Back in the car for the last leg to Biloxi.
5:30pm - With rugrat screaming "no, no, no!" in the backseat, I pull into the driveway of mother-in-law's home. YEAH!

Rest of the evening is actually enjoyable. Emory eats a good dinner, goes to bed with no argument and I get ready for a good, long visit.



Thursday 5:00am - I wake up slightly sick. Make a couple of trips to the bathroom and hope the worst is past.
6:00am- Drift back to sleep.
7:45am - Toddler's awake, so I'm up too.
9:00am - Nausea sets in and I am having to make conscious efforts not to get sick. Could I be pregnant? Possible, I guess.
1:00pm - Nausea subsides and I am thankful. I Put the toddler down for a nap and she is happy to comply.
3:00pm - Toddler awakens, screaming, with a 102.5 fever. Great!
4:00pm - Tylenol works, toddler is playing happily.
9:00pm - Getting ready for bed, not pregnant, Auntie Flow has decided that now is a good time for a visit.
9:30pm - Crawling into bed, praying that I am feeling even better tomorrow.
9:35pm - Toddler makes the wierdest sound on the monitor I've ever heard, but no crying. To check or not to check? Curiousity wins and I check. Toddler is lying in a pool of vomit. Glad I checked.
10:00pm- Toddler all cleaned up, sheets are changed, and rocking toddler back to sleep. Although I am prepared to sleep with her in the recliner, she keeps asking for her bed. Suits me. But I don't sleep well, listening for "that" sound again.


Friday 6:30am - Toddler awake with high fever again. Great!
8:00am - It has been a couple of days since our last poopy. Toddler now commences to try and is not at all successful. Much lying on the floor and crying.
8:30am - I run to the store for some glycerin suppositories. They always work!
9:00am- Administer suppository.
9:30am - Success!
10:00am- I am so nauseated that I can't stand up.
1:30pm - Toddler down for a nap. Now my body has begun to ache and fatigue has set in.
2:30pm - I check my temp, 100.5 (VERY rare for me). Great!
2:35pm - Toddler awake because yard men show up a week early.
7:00pm - After barely making it through the evening, I put subdued toddler to bed.
8:30pm - I go to bed. Many, many trips to bathroom during the night, almost not making it several times.


Saturday 7:00am - I call hubby, crying. I am sicker than I've been in a while and I'm at my mother-in-law's house. She is not physically able to help me and is unintentionally creating work for me by trying to do things with Emory that Emory can't do yet. I can't fathom another day of trying to care for her on my own. Surprisingly, yes, driving home with her strapped into a carseat looks like my best option for survival.
9:00am - We leave for home. The trip home is just as unpleasant as the trip down, but I am too sick to even care if she is screaming.
4:00pm - We arrive home sweet home. Ok, so I guess I did care that she was screaming and we stopped a couple of times, but I don't even remember what we did when we stopped. I did remember to feed the kid at 1:30pm.


So, you have to admit... that's pretty funny! You have to laugh to keep from crying... quite possibly the worst trip I've ever had.

I've been tagged!

So here goes...

If I were a shoe... I'd be a pair of Teva sandals (the kind I wear ALL summer long!)
If I were a city... I'd be San Antonio, Tx.!
If I were a season... I'd be summer.
If I were a car... I'd be a black Xterra with an Emory in it :). I love my car! And my cargo!
If I were a vegetable... I'd be zuchinni.
If I were a fruit... I'd be either cantaloupe or strawberries.
If I were a color... I'd be a deep, rich red.
If I were a piece of furniture... I'd be a kitchen table.
If I were a country... I'd be Spain.
If I were a beverage... I'd be Diet Coke.
If I were a piece of clothing... I'd been a pair of perfectly broken in pair of jeans that fit perfectly!
If I were the weather... I'd be sunny and breezy.
If I were a dessert... I'd be kind of pastry with apples cinnamon inside and vanilla ice cream on top.
If I were a plant... I'd be white tulips (do flowers count?).