Saturday, November 29, 2008

Happy Thanksgiving?

So, I appreciated Nancy Wilson's last minute post about being thankful despite the snags one might encounter on Thanksgiving. Every year we've been married we have hosted Thanksgiving at our house. Except for the year that Emory was born, I have cooked the whole kit 'n caboodle myself. Not so this year. When I discovered that we would be hosting my family for Christmas, I made an executive decision. Steffler Christmases are grand and chock full of traditions, so I was not up to hosting 2 major holidays this year. In the past I might have attempted it, but I'm getting smarter in my old age!

All of that to say, we headed south the Biloxi to enjoy Thanksgiving with Eric's mom and his brother and family. Emory got to spend lots of time soaking up the adoring attention of her cousins(who are older teenagers), Eric enjoyed throwing the football with his brother, and I enjoyed commiserating with Tanya, the other daughter-in-law. We were informed this visit that although we were "good" we would never be good enough for Skocelas boys. So glad that the Skocelas boys don't agree. But I digress...

We high tailed it out of town right on the heels of a nasty virus that caught hold of Emory. She had croup the first part of last week. Just when we thought we had it licked, we ended up in after hours with a double ear infection, pink eye, and mild (very mild) pneumonia. Nothing was terribly serious, but it did add up to one sick toddler. She was completely well, despite a lingering cough, and was ready for company after 9 days of being holed up in the house with only her momma for company. I, however, had begun coming down with a cold. I knew I wasn't going to escape this time. It's hard to keep yourself germ free when your two-year-old desperately wants to cuddle for comfort and is leaking from her eyes, nose, and mouth.

Despite a nasty cold, we enjoyed our time with family and are looking forward to our next visit in 2 weeks to celebrate Christmas Skocelas style. And then it is home for the holidays! I'd forgotten how much I hate holiday travel. And what am I most thankful for? My family! I have a husband who cheerfully goes to work every day so that I can be home with Emory, who lets me know how much he appreciates me and the work I put in around here, and who still thinks I'm hot even after childbirth. And we have Emory, who is a joy, and a truly great kid! She is so much fun that so far our verdict is that two's are terrific, not terrible!

Sunday, November 23, 2008


Any time you hear your 2-year-old yell "ribbet" and you suddenly remember that you left her playing on your bed, you can be sure that it will be followed by a thud and a scream of pain.

Friday, November 21, 2008

'tis the season...

... for the crud.
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
This whole week has been a dud.
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Don we now our bulb syringe.
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.
Will I ever sleep again?
Fa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la.

All together now...

Wednesday, November 19, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday...

It's that time again! This little tidbit came to mind today after a trip to the pediatrician this morning. (Emory has croup, again.) I always pack a bag of small toys and books for her to play with while we wait. I was amazed to see how many moms were just sitting there with their kids, attempting to occupy them with the contents of their purse. This might work for you, but it does not work for me. Since there is nothing else to do, Emory is always happily entertained by the contents of her bag. I also throw in a diaper, bottle of Tylenol, her cup, and my wallet. I leave behind my purse and her diaper bag, because we already have everything we need! Most pediatrician's offices have wipes (just in case there is a blow-out!). All I have to tote in is my tot and her bag of goods. Even if we wait for over an hour, she's never got antsy because she has something to do. I've done this since she was 6 months old and we have never attempted a trip to see Dr. Petelos without it.

It works for me!

Monday, November 17, 2008

the Emory song...

(Sung to the tune of B-I-N-G-O)

There was a sweetpea that I knew
And her name was Emory
And her name was EMORY!

We've sung this song to Emory since she was only a couple of weeks old. One of our favorite things to do is pause here and there and let her fill in the blanks with the appropriate word. It usually ends up sounding something like the Mockingbird song sequence from Dumb and Dumber. However, it is always good for a laugh around here. Tonight we were singing while Emory was in the bathtub and this is what she came up with:

Mommy: There was a sweetpea that I knew and her name was....?
Emory: JACOB!

Wednesday, November 12, 2008

Works For Me Wednesday...

You will never find a "Wordless Wednesday" here! I've got the gift of gab and if I have nothing to say, I must be ill. So, instead, I think I'll try to start a "Works For Me" tradition. I am one of "those" women who LOVE being a stay-at-home mom. I love all things domestic and make most things from scratch because I love to, not because I think it is the way you should. Box meals are fun, but I love to cook. I would never consider myself a gormet chef, but I do love the process of experimenting and creating new meals. I REALLY love to bake and that suits my beloved just fine!

One of my dearest's favorite treats is the old fashioned chocolate chip cookie. Who has the time to whip up a batch every time the notion strikes? Not me! And, if I added making a batch of cookies to what I do each week on baking day, I would be the Stay-puff Marshmellow woman. So, I came up with a solution to our problem. (Disclaimer: This may be something that has already occurred to many of you, but I am not gifted in thinking outside the box and I was thrilled with this discovery.)
I make a batch of cookie dough and keep it in a tupperware container inside the fridge. It keeps for several months and you can make as little or as many as you want at a time.

So, at 9:00 while watching the evening news, if our daddy dearest says to me, "You know what would be great? Cookies and milk!" I can fulfill his request with very little effort. And, it only takes 10 minutes to whip up the cookie dough. Yep, I timed it. And, I don't have to fight the temptation to nibble here and there all week long on the cookies.

It works for me!

Sunday, November 9, 2008

making her earn her keep...

As you can see, she's a master table-clearer!

Wednesday, November 5, 2008

how a ladybug turns 2!

partying in the backyard with all her friends!

This is the terribly awesome cake that my friend, Sara, made for Emory. Not only was it adorable, it tasted really good too! Contact me if you want to book her for your child's party.

All the buds in the backyard.

Parker playing with what else? a ball!

Wilson enjoying a very special drink... koolaid jammers.

Jackson showing off what he managed to sneak away from Parker.

Micah checking out the happenings from the "safety" of the kangaroo klimber.

The most happpenin' place at any gathering... the kid's table!

Who wants to eat when there are silly faces to be made?

The moment we've waited all evening for. A little piece of Skocelai-Davis history... Somehow, and I'm guessing it's because mommas are so busy at birthday parties, I ended up holding Sydney Raines when she blew out her candles for her 2-year-old party. I thought it was interesting that of all the adults present, Emory chose Sydney Raines' mommy (Aimee) to hold her while she blew out her candles. Emory didn't even look for me. She typically doesn't if Mrs. Aimee is around.

Mrs. Aimee giving a cupcake tutorial. Oddly enough, Emory had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Now she's got it!

Sugar induced joy.

An extreme close-up of Sydney Raines. Or, as Emory prefers to call her, Raines Syd.

When the party's over, it's time to enjoy the goodie bag. Incidentally, those stamps, which I got a party store, were not washable and we had church the next day. Emory looked like a leper.

Tuesday, November 4, 2008

What does the pumpkin say?


We started off our day with a trip to our local library, which is conveniently only 5 minutes from home, to have a trick-or-treat trial run. Despite how enthusiatic Jackson looks below, he really did have fun.

When eventide finally arrived and the time for trickery was upon us, we started our quest for treats next door at our elderly neighbors house. Emory was a ladybug and she was terribly excited at the prospect of people opening the doors and giving her candy!

Our little band of trick-or-treaters. From left to right: Wilson as Lightening McQuenn, Sydney Raines as Dorothy, Johnson as a dinosaur, Emory as a ladybug, and Knox as a baby dinosaur.

Emory was terribly facinated by the lit Jack-O-Lanterns, making me feel horribly guilty that we didn't carve one ourselves. I mean, it never even occurred to me.

She's a terribly brave little girl!

This is before the major melt down of most everyone 3 and under (except Wilson!). To be fair, we had been at it for almost 2 hours, in a very hilly neighborhood, and most of the children walked the whole way. After a quick candy break, everyone pulled it together long enough to sit by a neighborhood bonfire for a few minutes and then head home with little to no complaints.

Monday, November 3, 2008


So, I realized this morning that it's been a while since I've posted anything "deep". Not that you come here to read great thoughts, but what you do read here is my brain's inner musings. Apparently, I'm not musing on God as much as I ought. I haven't really felt like I've had time to breath, much less think deeply (can I get an "AMEN!" from all the mommas out there?). And now, realizing that today is November 3rd, I almost hyperventilated when I realized that the holidays are quickly approaching.

And, there is absolutely no sign of slowing down after the holidays. We'll be adding on to the house (Lord willing!) and we'd like another baby sometime in the near future. Neither of those equal rest and relaxation. Oh! And did I mention my mother-in-law might be moving to the 'Ham? And, I've got a 2-year-old? And, the holidays are quickly approaching? Oh, I mentioned that already? Sorry.

And today is not the day to be thinking about all of this because it's Monday. Which means that today we get the house back together after the lazy days of the weekend. So, I've changed sheets, mopped the kitchen, baked goodies and took them to church for the voters tomorrow, went to the post office and mailed off a gift, and did the weekly Walmart run. Which, incidentally, Emory almost made it through without incident. We were SO CLOSE, I could taste it.

Then, we come home, feed the toddler (which includes keeping her on task, "Cottage cheese is for eating, not poking, Emory."), blew bubbles outside before nap because I promised this morning, read books, and put the tot down for a nap. Now, I am avoiding the mountian of laundry awaiting me in the den to gripe about how busy I am. Maybe I would have less to do if I spent more time doing and less time whining? Hmmmm...

Saturday, November 1, 2008

true story...

I was talking on the phone today to a friend and she remarked that she had noticed that the last time she had strapped Emory into her carseat that the straps were really tight. "Yea.", I replied, "I've loosened them up recently. But I think that carseat has issues. I never adjust the straps and over time they seem to get tighter and tighter. I really don't know what the deal is with that carseat." "Um, Sarah?" my gracious friend replied, "Do you think Emory's just growing?"