Friday, October 31, 2008

looking for barb!

who won the give-away quite a few weeks back. i've tried to contact via e-mail quite a few times, but they keep bouncing back to me. i need you to e-mail me so that i can ask you a preference question regarding your soap. there was some confusion on the part of the supplier and i've finally been able to straighten it out. please e-mail me so that i can make good on my promise to send you some soap!

Wednesday, October 29, 2008

because Renie shamed me publically last night...

... about being so slow to get the Michigan pictures up. Here they are!

The first series are shots of Emory playing at the same city park that Eric used to play on as a kid on his visits to Michigan. He got rather nostaglic and tried his darndest to make me see the beauty of her playing on the same equipment he did at her age. However, seeing as how we live in the city I was raised in and we worship in the same church I worshipped in at her age... it was completely lost on me :).

Here is a couple of Emory with Uncle Sonny (brother of Eric's dad). Emory and Uncle Sonny were fast friends.

Two old men napping after a morning of fishing.

The Skocelai.

Emory with her magnadoodle. The best 3 bucks I've ever spent.

A little bit of the fall beauty.

An early birthday celebration for Emory with all the Skocelas clan. This was no small feat since Eric's dad, Ben, is one of 11 children. There are only 8 still living, but it still makes for a crowd. Emory was so excited since this celebration was surprise for her (and me too!).

Monday, October 27, 2008

however you feel about the Wilsons...

you can say what you like about their theology, but you gotta admit, they got taste! Go here and check out this great give away.

And, just for the record... the Wilson's theology doesn't scare me one bit. While, I'm not yet ready to jump into the deep end of the CREC, there is a lot of their teaching that deserves a resounding AMEN!

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

scroll down...

... to check out our pumpkin patch adventure!

things you just shouldn't do...

1.) stick your finger in an outlet
2.) run with scissors
3.) cross the street without looking both ways
4.) jump out of an airplane without a parachute
5.) take the cover off your toddler's carseat without wearing a hazmat suit

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

only a 2-year-old...

....would command the household cat to fold her hands and "Pray!" when the blessing was being said at dinner.

Monday, October 20, 2008

we're back!

after 8 days away from home. Maybe it's my old age or the fact that chasing a toddler is harder away from home, but I don't really like being away from home for an extended amount of time. We had a lot of fun in Michigan (pictures to come during naptime tomorrow) and had a blast with our friends in Kentucky. Our time in KY was just too short. You know how you don't realize how much you miss someone until you see them again... that describes our visit in KY.

Emory's birthday came and went. We did what we could to make the morning special since I was at Kid's Market sorting after lunch. Presents were opened as soon as the household was awake, and chocolate chip pancakes were enjoyed by all for breakfast. She got many, many gifts but her most favorites are her new baby stroller from Grandmother and her new Olivia book from mommy and daddy. I'm still trying to wrap my mind around the fact that our baby girl is now a 2-year-old.

Therell be more news later, but it's off to bed. It's time to get back into the groove again... it's so good to be home!

Thursday, October 9, 2008

the punkin patch!

Our arrival. I never could get both kids to look at the camera at the same time. this was the closest I could come to a cozy, fall pumpkin patch picture.

Playing in the sand and waiting for our buds to arrive.

The ginormous slides that both kids were TERRIFIED of. Go figure.

Before the kids decided they were terrified of the slides, they were nearly coming out of their skin to go for a ride. Here our pumpkin patch hero, Uncle Felder, is running with all 4 kids to the slides.

On a hayride to pick our pumpkins!

This is how Jackson claimed his pumpkin.

And Emory FINALLY picked hers.

The following 2 pictures is the sequence of what happens when you finally get 6 kids under 5 to pose for a group photo. (L to R) Emory, Sydney Raines, Wilson, Jackson, Knox, and Johnson is the one in the back.

Did those kids ever scatter fast! Jackson was the first one out of there and Emory just looks confused.

Best buds. (Doesn't SR look beautiful?)

Just another shot of that great smile.

And just to let you in on who's who. Johnson and Knox are the boys of some college friends of Eric, Aimee and Felder. Sydney Raines and Wilson are Aimee and Felder's kids. Aimee and Felder are the Skocelai's best buds and the true master minds behind the whole Skocelai beginning (They set us up in a very sneaky way.). Emory is the spawn of the Skocelai and Jackson is our bud who was with us while his momma and daddy (Keith and Jennifer) were vacationing before Jackson officially becomes a big brother. We claim everyone as family and we had a blast with our buds at the Grand Ole Pumpkin Patch.

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

the "quarium"

as Emory refers to the Georgia Aquarium, was well worth every penny! Emory enjoyed the first ten minutes and the last hour, but her parents enjoyed every minute of it. I guess 2 isn't a good age to introduce the aquarium. She was too distracted by all the open space to run around in and the cubby holes to hide in to notice the fish. But, it made for some pretty good photo opportunities. Here is our the story of our trip in pictures:

Emory and I cheesing it up outside the entrance.

Isn't that a cool backdrop for a photo?

In the tunnel of fish more than a couple of sharks floated over our heads. It was really cool.

Mesmerized by the illuminescent jelly fish.

This is a sea lion pelt. It was really soft and Emory fell in love with it. The aquarium attendant told us it was a sign of good taste, because these pelts are expensive.

At the Beluga whale exhibit, they play classical music so that it literally looks like the whales are dancing. It is a 2 story, floor to ceiling window into their tank. This is the aquarium's best exhibit in my opinion.

OOHHH! A sting ray!

"I want to touch it!"

Our girl makes a friend wherever we go. Seems fitting, given her momma will tell her life story to the Walmart cashier.

Eating grapes on the way home. Bought us 5 minutes peace...

caught in the act...

Now, tell me this ain't cute! Here she is "doctoring" her cheapo Happy Meal toy (a Princess Lea bobble head). Apparently, the princess was feeling poorly and needed some Motrin.

And then, just because Emory is so classy... since the princess was "ashey", Emory shared her lotion with her.

And, don't you love how precariously my daughter is perched on the toilet with one toe? I think it is her belly that was really bearing the brunt of her weight on the counter. Toddler bellies are useful for all sorts of things!


I have so many wonderful pictures to share with you all, but I am having trouble figuring out my new camera's software. It is not terribly user friendly. I'm just one step away from just uploading the whole kit 'n kaboodle onto Snapfish or Shutterfly and just being done with it already! These are great pictures and they've been begging me to share them with you. There's everything from baby's first fun dip, our trip to the aquarium, the pumpkin patch adventure, and then there's something hysterical that I caught her doing and was even lucky enough to get it on camera. That never happens! And, you'll just have to keep coming back to find out what it was.

The household is still asleep, but due up any minute, so my time to delve into the picture problem is limited. Since I am finally caught up on the 15 loads of laundry that I've done in the last 2 days (no, I am not exaggerating, we stored winter clothes in an outside shed that we thought was weather proof... it was not) I can devote some of naptime to my dilemma today.

On another side note.... if you are keeping up with Emory's birthday ticker then you know we are flirting with the idea of actually having a 2 year old soon! I can not believe that girl is already two! We've got tons of fun stuff planned for her birthday, but first I must survive an 8 day trip to Michigan that begins this Saturday at 6:00am. Oh, and did I mention, we're taking my mother-in-law? Heh, heh... bartender, brting me 'nother!

Monday, October 6, 2008

and the winner is...

...Barbara Baker for her guess that it was an earring hole. Good guess and so very close! Here is what Emory was actually talking about. She and her daddy were playing on our bed one night before bedtime. She rolled over him and his ear caught her eye. I guess it was the first time she noticed that our ears have holes in them. It was a pretty funny, rather random comment. However it doesn't compare to when she discovered daddy's nose "fuzz". The things we take for granted as grown ups!

Barb, e-mail me ( and send me your shipping information. Congratulations!

Friday, October 3, 2008

your best guess wins...

Oatmeal Milk & Honey Goat Milk Soap

4oz bar of handcrafted Oatmeal Milk & Honey scented cold-pressed goat milk soap. Just as sweet as it sounds! Oatmeal and honey are added to our perfect goat milk soap recipe to make this feel and smell wonderful! A perennial favorite and a great complexion bar. Kids love this almost as much as grown-ups!!

I'm doing my first ever give away. I've found something I love to give as a gift at Old Red Barn Co. My mom loves the selection I gave her for her birthday in August. In order to win you must make your best guess and leave me a comment. I'll choose whichever answer is the most clever, or comes closest to being correct. The giveaway ends Sunday night at midnight!

Now for the part where you find out what you have to guess...


"I want to stick something in that hole."

What was she talking about?

Wednesday, October 1, 2008

Emory's birth story...

In the great tradition of female bloggers, I am going to share Emory's birth story with you. Some of you know the story inside and out, but others are new around here. So, here goes....

Just a little background information, we got pregnant with Emory 8 months after we married. For some reason it seems necessary to state that our pregnancy was intentional. We really thought it would take longer, which is why we started trying so early. But, in God's good providence, our efforts were blessed rather quickly.

So, during my pregnancy we decided not to find out boy or girl. This was fun until 36 weeks. I had ceased to work around the beginning of September (I had been keeping little Philip Moss while he was an infant) and was sittin' around waiting for baby to come. Not a healthy way to spend my time, I tell you. I was miserable! I was quite large, as we all are at that point, and I was carrying a bit of fluid... around 35 pounds of it to be exact! I was having terrible headaches at night and we had just lived through a record hot summer.

Around week 38, Dr. McKenzie gets a little concerned that baby has not yet dropped. Seeing as this was a first baby, he was only mildly concerned. Baby was head down, so he expected things to progress soon. At week 40, baby had still not dropped. Dr. Mac begins to speculate that I may be too narrow (front to back) for baby to fit. Or, I am carrying a really big baby. Week 41, he begins to talk induction. But seeing as how baby has still not dropped and I am not dialating at all, he begins to consider just scheduling a c-section. I was not a big fan of this option.

Not that I'm against c-section, you do what you gotta do. But, I wanted to at least make a go of it before we tried that option. Since my cervix was not at all favorable for delivery and baby was getting bigger with each week that passed, I was scheduled for an easy catheter induction. This is when you are admitted the night before induction and, without any pain meds, a catheter is inserted into your cervix. Not the most comfortable I've ever been. For the next several hours you sit in a pool of saline as the catheter is slowly inflated with saline, thereby forcing dialation to occur. It is not uncommon for women to "naturally" go into labor during this procedure. However, my body did not cooperate.

So, after a sleepless night (I was given 2 Ambian, but they didn't work.), Dr. Mac comes in at 6:30 and breaks my water. No problem, I was already sitting in a sea of saline. At this point I had been manually dialated to 3 cm. Pitocin started at 7:00 and things got off to a quick start. I have always responded really sensitively to meds and this was no exception. That is the only explanation I have for why my contractions started at 2 minutes apart with 3 peaks per contraction. And, these were contractions I could not talk through. I had been told that they would use the Pitocin to mimic a true labor, starting off slow with contractions 10 minute apart and "ramping up" as the morning went on. This was not what happened to me.

By 10:30 I was 4 cm and begging for my epidural, which I got as soon as I could. They were rather quick in responding to my request. I guess they were tired of my vomitting, eh? So, after my epidural, life was grand. I finally slept and was awoken at noon to be checked. I was still only 4 cm. "I'll come back in a couple of hours and if you're still not progressing, then we'll have to talk c-section." Dr. Mac said. "Why?", I responded, "I can do this all day!" The epidural was great!

I fell back asleep after he left and woke up at 3:00pm with a strange shift in sensation. I asked my nurse, Joan Voss (world's best L & D nurse!) to check me. Sure enough I was almost 10 cm! She told me to give a little push, as the pressure of the baby's head might force rapid dialation of that last little bit. It seemed to work and for the next 10 minutes I pushed. Dr. M was then summoned and after pushing twice more we had our baby girl!

So, all that concern had really been for nothing. Turns out that the amniotic sac had twisted, causing a pocket of fluid which was keeping Emory from dropping. The upside was a beautiful head for our little girl. She was no peanut, either. At 8 pounds, 8 ounes and 21 inches... she was a chubby cherub! It was wonderful to have an OB who immediately prayed for our little girl, asking God to give her a good life and that she would be called to Him early. What a great delivery room experience!

So, all in all, I would say I had a really terrific first time experience. We'll see what happens next time. Maybe, just maybe I'll get to go into labor all by myself...