Thursday, August 28, 2008


Okay, so I've been tagged by Amanda. I really like these things 'cuz it's a cool way to find out random stuff about your friends. Here are the rules:

Here are the rules:

1) Link to the person who tagged you.

2) Post the rules on your blog (copy and paste 1-6).

3) Write 6 random things about yourself (see below).

4) Tag 6 people at the end of your post and link to them.

5) Let each person know they have been tagged and leave a comment on their blog.

6) Let the tagger know when your entry is up.

Here are my random facts:

1.) I am a serious Diet Coke addict. My favorite way to enjoy this party of bubbles is in a styrofoam cup filled with rabbit pellet ice, sipped through a straw. If I have to I can take it in a can, but it always has to be cold. Can't do warm soda. YUCK!
2.) I LOVE to laugh. And darling dearest has informed me that I have more than one "laugh". Apparently, there are about 10 laughs in my collection, and which laugh you get depends on how funny you were. His least favorite is the polite chuckle and his most favorite is the atomic bomb. Apparently, when I find something utterly hysterical, I go "super sonic". Which means I don't make any noise but collapse into a fit of convulsions. Until I regain my breath, and then it sounds like I'm crying. But I'm not.
3.) When I was pregnant we didn't know if we were having a boy or girl and I prayed so hard for a girl with red hair and blue eyes. We got Emory who has blond hair and blue eyes. 2 out of 3 ain't bad.
4.) For all my talk, I would really love to have 3 girls and no boys. Boys scare me.
5.) I don't get grossed out by vomit or poop, but will heave if I see a really nasty nose. I didn't pick (I'm proofing and just caught the very unintentional pun.) what would utterly disgust me and I'm not proud of it, but I can't stand to see a kid with a yucky nose.
6.) I hate getting my hands wet. I mean, I REALLY hate getting my hands wet. I have to literally psyche myself up just to wash my hands. Which makes the fact that we don't own a dishwasher even so much more fun because my hands are wet ALL THE TIME!

Officially tagging Renie, Tiffany, Robin, Laura, Elizabeth, and Abby.

Wednesday, August 27, 2008

A toddler's view of Scripture...

Emory LOVES the story of Jonah and the Whale (er, I mean "big fish"). I really think it is all about the fun noises mommy makes when we got to the part where Jonah gets spit on the beach after his 3 days sabbatical. She asks for this story every time we have a Bible story after dinner and has recently begun bringing it up at random intervals. Here are two such conversations:

On Sunday we were coming home from church and I was sitting in the backseat with her since Eric's mom was visiting.

Emory: "Big fish says 'BLAH!'"
Mommy: "That's right, Emory! The big fish spit Jonah out and then God told Jonah to do what?"
Emory: "Obey!"
Mommy: "Good job, Sweetie!" God said, 'Jonah, obey and go to....?'"
Emory: "Obey and go to bed!"


And then this morning Emory had picked up the phone and was having a rather lively "conversation" with someone.

Mommy: "Who are who talking to, Emory?"
Emory: "Jonah"

Can't wait to get that phone bill!

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

still here..

I'm still around, we just have a houseful of family for the next week or so. So, soon there will be some ever so adorable toddler stories, updates, and tags to answer. But for now, I must sign off and get back to entertaining...

Oh, and btw... it is my dearest's #32 year of life today! Happy birthday, Kermit!

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

things that are cool...

Since I've become a mom there has become a new thing that makes a person "cool" in my thinking. If you're nice to my kid, then you're cool. If I think you genuinely like her, then you're awesome. But, most days I settle for just cool :). Today we had the world's coolest cashier at Sam's. They're gonna get free advertising 'cuz they're so cool. Anyhoo, she let Emory use the little scan gun to check out the ginormous bag of dog food I was buying. If you know anything about toddlers and things that go beep... let's just say Emory thought it was pretty cool too.

Monday, August 18, 2008


As seen on TV:

An advertisement for Evista, which is an osteoporosis medication targeting post-menopausal women (POST, as in already been there and done that), warns the following..

"Do not take Evista if you are pregnant or nursing, or may become pregnant."

Umm... if you are post-menopausal aren't you guaranteed not to have to worry about such things any more?

I'm just sayin'...

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Rolling on the floor, laughing hysterically...

You have to see this! Beware, though, the last minute is a mite crude, but the rest is completely worth it!

Akmed the Dead Terrorist

Wednesday, August 13, 2008

overheard from the kitchen...

As I was racing around gettin' stuff done while a certain toddler was eating lunch in the kitchen:

"I a silly rascal!" (much giggling)

What caused her to make such a declaration?

The yogurt in her hair, on the floor, on the wall, in her lap.... and on and on and on...

Sunday, August 10, 2008

id, ego, and superego...

I have always had an affection for psychology. Probably stems from all the therapy I've been the sometimes unwilling recipient of. I did a lot of study on Frued early on in college and quickly decided that a life of psychiatry was not for me.
That dude was sick! However, he did hit the nail on the head when he "discovered" that we all begin this life only concerned with numero uno... our own self. It isn't until after one or so that we start to notice that others have needs, desires, wants too and that these sometimes don't coincide with ours. Closer to 2, we begin to discover how our needs, wants, and desires affect those others we've discovered around us.

All of this to say that we've begun seeing buds of affection for us from our little tyke. Occasionally, she will break off a piece of something she is eating and offer it to me saying, "For you, mommy." I know... awwww. Every now and then our firecracker shows a bit of tenderness. She's recently begun holding a special place in her heart for her daddy (FINALLY!). Whenever he is not around (which can be often during the summer) she will remember to include him in whatever we are doing. If we are singing a song where you interject names, she always wants to sing about her daddy too. When we play with her toy cars she will bring me one, get one for herself, and puts one next to us "for daddy". She never fails to remember him.

Tonight on the way home from church, it was just her and I since daddy was "duty deacon" for the night and had to stay behind to clean up and lock the building. We were listening to her Musikgarten CD and the "la la" song came on. It goes like this:

La la la la la la la la
La la la la la la la la
Sing alleluia
Sing with me
God loves you
And God loves me

At the end I heard a sweet voice from the back sing, "And daddy too." Now the trick is to cultivate this kindness of spirit that God has given her...

Wednesday, August 6, 2008

Tent kisses....

Every time Emory goes to sleep, she gets to go to what we call "Camp Emory". A couple of weeks ago she started climbing out of her crib, even with the bumper pads removed. So, since I am not ready to move her into a big girl bed yet, we invested in a crib tent. In an effort to make it fun and not scary, we made a big deal out of the fact the Emory gets to sleep in a tent. That combined with the renewed enforcement of the "no pacis unless we are in our crib" rule has made her super eager to "go bed" when the time comes.

Right before I walk out of the room I will ask her for "just one more kiss" and for some reason, we give each other this last kiss "through" the mesh of the tent. I probably was reluctant to unzip the tent and possibly lead her on that she was getting a bedtime reprive the first time we did this. However, she now asks for it and it has become such a source of delight for her. She will giggle until she falls down and then pop back up and say, "Gen!" which, of course, means "Do it again, Mommy, that was really fun!" I laugh until my sides hurt and it is such a fun and encouraging way to end our day. Especially since the teeth brushing which comes right before bedtime is usually shrouded in the tension caused by a weary mother and a tired toddler.

I'm so glad that something so little makes her laugh so hard. And, don't you find it hard not to get in on the action when your kids are having a ball?


Well, a phenomenon known to most parents has finally occurred in the Skocelai household. Emory outgrew her shoes literally during naptime. She wore her sneakers all morning long without complaint, yet when I put them on her after nap to run an errand she started crying and trying to pull it off telling me that her foot hurt. Since we were headed to the mall anyway, I stopped by the Stride-Rite store just to get her foot measured. Sure enough... they were a good size and a half larger than the shoe she was wearing. We didn't have to get any more shoes since I picked up a nearly new pair a very long time ago at a garage sale that I've been aching to put on her.

Well, while we were there I noticed a sale rack. Since we all know that you must at least pay homage to a sale rack by seeing what is old news enough to be on sale, I had a little look. Am I ever glad I did! These were 70% off, making them a price I was willing to pay for such an "extravagant" item (I mean, come on, how often will she actually where these for the purpose they were intended for?):

Aren't they cute!? I have been drooling over these boots since Easter when we bought Emory's sandals. At the time they were more expensive than the sandals we were getting, so there was no justifying getting something just for the sake of being cute. BUT, thanks to the mass production of new trends, these will be in Emory's Easter basket next year. I want her old enough to really understand what she's getting, plus the smallest size they had left was 2 sizes larger than what she wears now. Maybe, maybe she'll be in them by then. If not, there's always dress up!

Friday, August 1, 2008


... is M.I.A. "Dark" is a dark blue Nuk brand pacifier that Emory loves more than any of her other pacis. Typically, she likes to have 2 pacis at a time; one for her mouth and the other she rubs right under her nose (like most kids do a satin blanket). That's my little wierdo. This week Emory was afflicted by yet another fever virus, the third in 4 weeks. This one lasted for 4 days, with her fever finally breaking today. Because it was our third high fever in a month's time, I took her to the doctor just to make sure there wasn't something bacterial going on. There wasn't, by the way, and I spent $30 just to hear it is just a virus. All she needs is rest and fluids.

Because she wasn't feeling well, we took "dark" with us. Bad move. Guess what we left behind? Because of the nature of the testing they did on her, we were the last ones to leave. They literally locked up behind us. I realized my mistake as soon as I buckled her into her carseat and she asked for him (yes, he was a boy). I ran to the door and knocked, but they pretended not to hear me. Oh well, decided I would just call in the morning and see if the cleaning service had saved it.

I have never felt more foolish (the things we will do for our children!) as when I called and explained my "need" for the dark blue pacifier. Alas, the cleaning service had disposed of it; it was no where to be found. The sweet receptionist who answered seemed to understand my plight and I was comforted by the knowledge that she is probably used to wierd requests.

Emory has cheerfully accepted her need to adopt a new favorite. Right now she seems to be leaning towards "white". And she is very specific about which one of her 2 white pacis it has to be. One of them has a light green ring and the other has a red ring. It has to be the green one.

I, however, am mouring the loss of "dark". I was planning to put it in her keepsake box. I've thought it terribly cute and o so adorable that she names her pacis. Guess I'll get over it and just satisfy myself with keeping "white" and recording "dark's" tragic end in her baby book journal.