Tuesday, July 29, 2008

cud...

Here's something to chew on:

From Theodore Monode's Looking Unto Jesus,

"It is not enough to know about Jesus Christ; it is necessary to have Jesus Christ."

"Apart from Jesus, trouble does not sanctify, it hardens or crushes."

Monday, July 28, 2008

the best sandwich ever!1

I'm a sandwich lover. And, I am that person who will take the time to make a sandwich really good. I could eat a sandwich any time. In keeping with my promise to pass along great new recipes, here is a sandwich recipe we tried for lunch yesterday:

1 focaccia loaf (best at Bruno's)
1 lb. ham
6 slices muenster cheese (or any cheese of choice)
12 c. thinly sliced red onion
3 oz. pesto

Cut bread in half and spread pesto on both sides. Layer ham, onion, cheese and top with remaining half of bread. Wrap in foil and bake for 20 minutes at 450 degrees. (or until cheese is melted) Remove from foil and cut into 6 slices.
Serve with fruit of choice and plain potato chips.

My darling dearest said that it was the best sandwich he's ever had and has asked that we have it again "real soon". Aimee, this totally falls into the category of awesome considering how little effort it takes. And Beth, since you're a pesto lover... you HAVE to try this one!

Enjoy!

Saturday, July 26, 2008

my new favorite quote...

... is from a sermon tape I listened to recently. It was "Loving Little Ones" by Douglas Wilson:

"You should delight in your children! Be crazy about your kids! They are cuter than everyone else's!"

AMEN!

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Poop...

has become quite a topic at our house. Emory is increasingly interested in bodily functions, hers or anyone else's. If I make a mention that I need to stop off and use the potty, she darts with me asking, "Go potty, mommy?" She has made us aware of her need to "poop" for quite a while, but she talks about it non-stop now (or at least that's how it feels). We never discuss tee-tee though, leading me to believe that in keeping with Steffler tradition she will do this thing backwards and get poo-poo trained long before she is tee-tee trained.

Now, I am not in a rush to get this kid potty trained. I, for one, do not mind changing diapers. It has NEVER bothered me. This is perhaps my area of selfishness and sloth. I simply don't feel like fooling with taking a toddler to the potty every 20 minutes yet. It's not like she's asking to go. I have tried to feel out how interested she is and ask her if she wants to go potty instead of using her diaper when she's informed me that she feels a movement pending. She answers with and emphatic, "NO!". So, I figure, to push toilet training now would only scar her. At least that's how I pacify the guilt that creeps up every now and then that I'm not even remotely interested in doing this even if she is.

But, like I said, an obsession seems to be forming so we may not be far from the reality. Tonight we were reading a book we checked out from the library and it has a picture of a chicken sitting on an egg. I asked Emory, "What's that chicken sitting on?" Her answer? "POOP!" I thought it was supposed to be boys who were this obsessed with potty humor?!

Saturday, July 19, 2008

Talking up a storm...

I am loving this new stage of speech development we've encountered. Emory is using pronouns now and it is constant fodder for blog posts around here. I'm sure not all of you will enjoy this as much as we do, but I'm going to torture you anyways... Recently from the mouth of MY babe:

(Riding in the car today)
Emory: "I need a (something unintelligible)"
Mommy: "You need a what?"
Emory: "I need a (something unintelligible)"
Mommy: "You need a what?"
Emory: "I need a what."

Close to our house there is a pizza establishment that sells $5 pizzas to go (most of you know what I am referencing, but no free advertisements here). Their chosen format of advertising is an older gentlemen who sits in his wheelchair with an umbrella for shade, on a busy street corner, with a sign for afore-mentioned pizza.
Again, in the car this morning:

Emory: "He's on a ladder."
Mommy: "No, he's in a wheel chair. Look, he's got an umbrella!"
Emory: "Isn't that something?!"

We have a "Go to the Ant" CD by Judy Rogers that we listen to in the car, FREQUENTLY! I shouldn't complain, but one can actually get tired of hearing "I will sing unto the Lord" when you've played it over and over and over again. But I digress... the cover song, "Go to the Ant" has a line that goes, "Go to the ant, O sluggard". Emory's interpretation? (Sung absentmindedly, while digging in the dirt at the park) "Go to the ant, o spider."

Other phrases I'm loving right now?

"Hold you, mommy" means "pick me up"
"Eatmo" for "oatmeal"
"Beeca" for "banana"

And a phrase I must use frequently? Emory has begun telling me that she'll do something I've asked of her, "In a couple of minutes, ok?" I must put her off more than I realize.

Alright now, come on and play. What cutesy things do (or did) your kids say in their toddler years?

Wednesday, July 16, 2008

girl's got class...

Emory looks so disgusted with Philip in the above picture, doesn't she? I need to teach her how to hide her emotions a little bit better. Doesn't he look so proud of himself. And Emory really does love little Philip. Really, she does. I think this is all part of her little game of playing hard to get. She's such a tease. I need to talk to her about that too. There may be several little boys who think she's promised to them....

Oh, to be young, cute, and wanted by several boys at the same time. Wait, I don't think that ever happened to me.

Monday, July 14, 2008

just a blurb...

To let you know about a great video we've discovered here at the Skocelai house. This past week at the library, little E picked out "Miss Spider's Bug-a-Boo" and I have to admit that I've quite enjoyed it. You may be familiar with Miss Spider's Tea Party and other books like it. There is a whole series. Apparently, she is now a Mrs. and has a ton of kids... most spiders do, don't they? What I love about it is that the kids are always kind, never selfish, they champion each other and celebrate their siblings accomplishments, and are even receptive to their parent's correction. The kids have never disregarded what their parents say and the parents don't generally allow the kids to get away with faulty thinking for long.

I am not a big believer in watching TV to learn something, but there are definately cartoons we don't watch because of the terrible attitudes of the main characters. Two such cartoons not allowed at out house are Caillou and Arthur. The siblings are always fighting and being unkind to each other, they are always seeking to get away with stuff behind their parent's backs, and they always disregard the parent's counsel. Not exactly the attitudes I like to hear flowing through our home.

Sooo, if you are all Barney-ed out and need a safe alternative, you can trust Miss Spider and her gang. And, you get treated to cute little terms like "every-buggy" in place of "everybody". It don't get much better than that!

P.S. Turns out that there is a daily cartoon on Nick Jr.'s Noggin. If you are one of the lucky folks with cable TV :) then you can take advantage of this great show at home each day.

Sunday, July 13, 2008

Chicken Italiano...

Another recipe we loved! It has been in both Faith cookbooks, so if you own the old one you know what I'm talking about.

Here it is:

4 chicken breasts, cut into strips
ritz crackers, crushed
1 stick butter
1/2 c. onion, chopped
salt and pepper to taste
3/4 c. Parmesan cheese
2 eggs, beaten

Heat oven to 300 degrees, melt butter in casserole dish in oven while chopping onion and breading chicken. Combine crackers, cheese, salt, and pepper. Dredge chicken in egg and then coat with cracker mixture. Layer onion in bottom of dish and top with chicken. Bake one hour. WONDERFUL!

I think this is one of my all time favorites. It is soooo easy and wonderful. I love really quick and easy dishes that are delectable. I've paired this with roasted potatoes and squash casserole one night and tonight we had it with the herbed corn recipe (also in the new cookbook) and fried okra.

Here is the herbed corn recipe (I changed it up a little, I'm bad about that..)

I used 2 cans of corn, recipe call for 12 ears of corn on the cob
1/2 c. butter, melted
1/2 tsp. salt
1/2 tsp. dried rosemary
1/2 tsp. marjoram
1/8 tsp. pepper

The recipe states that you are to mix all of the ingredients and brush them onto the corn. Wrap each ear with foil and bake at 350 degrees for 25t minutes. I just dumped everything into a saucepan and heated it until it was warmed through. I really wanted to try this recipe and we didn't need 12 ears of corn. Even Emory, who typically only chooses ketchup to season her bland food, almost ate her weight in this corn recipe.

And Robin... I got so excited about chocolate chip pancakes after seeing Katie's chocolately face on your blog. I made them this morning and Emory refused to eat them because she thought I said "chocolate cake" when I told her I was making chocolate chip pancakes for breakfast. She kept looking around me and saying, "No, chocolate cake, where chocolate cake?" What can I say? The kid has never eaten a carb that was not in cake form. Guess I burned her out on carbs when she was in utero... all I ate for weeks was pancakes!

One more Emory funny... early this week I was relaying a story about our cat, Gabby, to Eric. She had gotten scared and had done that cat thing where they puff up all their fur in order to make themselves look big. I couldn't remember the technical term for it (it's some weird word that always makes me giggle). Here's how the conversation went at dinner...


Me: "She did that thing, you know... what do you call it when a cat gets big?"
Emory: "Mommy, BIG CAT!" (said very emphatically)

The girl may follow in her daddy's footsteps yet...

Sunday, July 6, 2008

information you probably never wanted about me...

Ive been meaning to do this for a while and I am finally getting around to it. This was part of a great talk that was done by a lady in our church for one of our summer drop-in Bible studies (go Beth!).

Here goes...

Were you named after anybody? my paternal great grandmother and my mom
When was the last time you cried? can't remember
Dp you like your handwriting? NO!
What is your favorite lunchmeat? sundried tomato basil by Sara Lee
If you were another person, would you be friends with you? no, I'm too needy
Do you use sarcasm a lot? only if I am comfortable with you
Do you still have your tonsils? yes
Would you bungee jump? yes
What is your favorite cereal? Oatmeal raisin crisp
Do you untie your shoes when yu take them off? no
Do you think you are strong? emotionally, yes, I've survived a lot; physically, no, i'm such a wimp (just ask Eric)
What is your favorite ice cream? peach sherbert
What is the first thing you notice about people? hair
Red or pink? red
What is your least favorite thing about yourself? that i'm a natural pessimist
What was the last thing you ate? homemade veggie pizza with wheat crust, YUM!
If you were a crayon, what color would you be? a really warm red
Favorite smells? clean smells like linen or fabric softener sheets
Last person you talked to on the phone? Mara
Favorite color? red
Favorite food? hamburgers
Scary movies or happy endings? happy endings
Last movie you watched? The Village
Summer or winter? summer
Hugs or kisses? is neither a choice?
What book are you reading now? Hudson Taylor's Spiritual Secret
Favorite sound? beach sounds or kids playing happily
Any special talents? can't really think of any...

If you read this blog, then consider yourself tagged. If you don't have a blog, then e-mail you answers to me, I'd love to see you answers. Ready, set, go!

Friday, July 4, 2008

G-I-N spells "relief"...

Our daddy has a job that starts late in the morning, which can be nice, but then ends late, which is not so nice. And by late, I mean his usual come home time is 6:30. To me, that is late when you are entertaining a toddler who is ready for dinner and is tired of her momma's company. Daddies just break up the monotony, ya know? Emory and I usually sojourn outside to the swing with her watching the birds and me pushing her with my eyes kind of glazed over. You know what I'm talking about. I usually begin cursing the veterinary world at about 5:30, so that last hour is a long one.

Yesterdy I decided to instill happy hour at our house during that last hour. It's after 5:00, so I can imbibe without guilt. Emory gets a special drink too (lemonade minus the vodka)and we sit on a blanket outside and wait for daddy to get home. He comes home to much happier girls this way.

I found a great gin and tonic recipe online yesterday. I think what makes it better than others I've had is the half lime you put in.

Here it is (I call is Sprite with a kick):

2 oz. gin
5 oz. tonic water
1/2 lime
lots of ice

Put enough ice cubes in your glass to reach almost to the top of the glass. Measure and pour your gin in, then squirt in your lime. Go ahead and toss in that rind for added flavor. Add tonic and ENJOY! I refrigerate my tonic water and I think it adds a crisp flavor for the tonic water to already be cold, and it doesn't melt the ice as much so you get ALL the benefits of your gin.

Thursday, July 3, 2008

irony, or something like it...

There is a little donut shop very close to where I live. After 5:00, everything is half off. I picked up some "specialty" donuts this afternoon for a family snack tomorrow morning after our daddy gets home from work. I got 4 donuts and didn't even pay $2.00. It's a good deal, but you have to be willing to be flexible if your favorite treat was especially popular that day.

Anyhoo, the parking spaces there are TINY! I mean, even if you park directly in the middle of your allotted space, you still will not be able to open your car door all the way in order to release your child from her carseat. Now for the irony... the very last thing I need to aware of before entering a donut shop that wants my business, is my size. Do you really think I am going to be willing to splurge for a couple extras while I am inside if I had trouble getting out of my car and was reminded of the couple extra you-know-whats I'm still toting since Emory? I don't think so.

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

a day of reckoning...

It's time I acknowledged it. I'm getting older. Big surprise there. We all are, actually. But some of us are better at self deception than others. You would have thought that when I became a mother I would start to feel all grown up. But noooooo. All it did was make me constantly look over my shoulder for someone to tell me that it was time to give the baby back and stop playing house. This summer, since I have a toddler for the first time and needed an activity to wear her out each day, we joined our local YMCA. As an added bonus, a couple of my friends are members AND there is a gym and work out classes. And there is a pool for the rugrat.

Today I met my friend for a yoga clas. My very first ever. And, I am already sore. I am not a stranger to excercise, I run 3 to 4 miles at least 3 times a week (always shooting for more, but the bed is soooo cozy!). So, I am surprised that I am already feeling it. I've always steered clear of yoga because it wasn't high impact enough for me. I'm a cardio junkie. Back to my reckoning...

First of all, my body did not like yoga because my joints are stiff and I have a bad back. I can usually ignore this fact, but when I am holding my toes, suspending my leg, and then extending it as far to the outside of my body as I can... let's just say I became painfully aware (pun intended) of my aching joints. And my lack of balance. Having my friend there to giggle at my attempts did not help me either, except to make me feel young again (awww).

But the true reckoning came when we sojourned to the pool after our work out. My friend's 7 year old son found an abandoned water gun. The "original" kind. Small, not those super soaker types. He filled it up and had fun squirting me when I was pretending not to look. After a couple of minutes he asked me, "Ms. Sarah, had they invented water guns yet when you were little?" Thanks, G-man!