Thursday, December 24, 2009

Happy Christmas Eve!

Jingle Bells! Baby Smells!
Ethan's laid an egg
The diaper couldn't catch it
It's running down his leg!

Jingle Bells! Baby Smells!
And, Folks, I'm just not lyin'
What kind of kid poops this much?
I guess he must be dyin'!

Saturday, December 19, 2009

rethinking our methods...

... Something isn't working when your three-year-old appears at your side while she is supposed to be taking a nap, lays "the spoon" on the desk where you are working and announces, "I just really don't want to take a nap." Either that, or she really does have buns of steel.

Tuesday, December 15, 2009


From the squalor of a borrowed stable,
By the Spirit and a virgin's faith;
To the anguish and the shame of scandal
Came the Saviour of the human race!
But the skies were filled with the praise of heaven,
Shepherds listen as the angels tell
Of the Gift of God come down to man
At the dawning of Immanuel.

King of heaven now the Friend of sinners,
Humble servant in the Father's hands,
Filled with power and the Holy Spirit,
Filled with mercy for the broken man.
Yes, He walked my road and He felt my pain,
Joys and sorrows that I know so well;
Yet His righteous steps give me hope again -
I will follow my Immanuel!

Through the kisses of a friend's betrayal,
He was lifted on a cruel cross;
He was punished for a world's transgressions,
He was suffering to save the lost.
He fights for breath, He fights for me,
Loosing sinners from the claims of hell;
And with a shout our souls are free -
Death defeated by Immanuel!

Now He's standing in the place of honour,
Crowned with glory on the highest throne,
Interceding for His own belov├Ęd
Till His Father calls to bring them home!
Then the skies will part as the trumpet sounds
Hope of heaven or the fear of hell;
But the Bride will run to her Lover's arms,
Giving glory to Immanuel!

never mind...

Remember that cool new milestone I thought we had mastered? The one where the baby knows that he is supposed to stay in his bed, quiet, until daylight? Well, scratch that..... Come to think of it, the big girl doesn't seem to know what night time is for either.

Sunday, December 13, 2009

know what I'm sayin'?

Emory has hearing problems. We've joked for a while around here about how sensitive her hearing is, but at her 3 year check-up my quips intrigued her doctor. So, we're being sent to an audiologist for evaluation. Our concern is not that she is hard of hearing. Oh no, my over-achieving first-born may hear too well! Sounds may be distorted to her because they are overly-loud to her. I thought that this might be a joke, except that today on the way to church we splashed through a REALLY BIG PUDDLE (for B'ham folks, it was the Altadena dip). This puddle is always there in the same place after a hard rain. After driving through aforementioned puddle, Emory looked at me wide-eyed and said, "That's the first time that didn't hurt my ears!"

Y'all, she currently has a nasty ear infection that is probably muffling sounds to her! Could it be that this poor kid has felt as though the world is hollering at her for the past 3 years? Was this the first time she heard the splash at a normal decible?! Oh! the mommy guilt abounds.......

lesson learned...

The man of the house learned a very important lesson this afternoon: If you tease me enough about how dirty the bathroom is, I will bat my eyes at you in a way you can't resist and seductively suggest that you clean the bathroom yourself!

Friday, December 11, 2009


We are overflowing with opportunities to celebrate 'round here! I am attempting to be super-dilligent to remind myself of why I am doing all of this stuff every time I am tempted to feel overwhelmed by the extra work this holiday causes. It is for joy that we bake like mad, run around finding the perfect gifts, and stay out late several nights a week to party. It is because we have a joy that can not be kept silent, that must overflow and be shared with others. So, instead of grumbling when I want to be sitting instead of baking, I sing and praise God that I have a reason to celebrate! When I hand someone a baked good, I want it to be done in a spirit of someone whose joy bubbles up and cannot be contained and therefore expresses itself in providing a treat for others.

This year I am making granola to give to our church staff and various other friends from small groups we are involved in at church. Granola seemed like a great idea since everyone seems to get burned out pretty quickly on sweets. And, granola keeps for a while, so you don't have to rush to eat it. I'm almost finished with purchasing and wrapping gifts. Emory has been helping me and now one of her favorite activities is to "wrap" presents, which are actually random toys from her room. She's really pretty good! Lately I've been noticing she has incredible problem solving skills. She did not get that from me.

We've been consuming homemade chex mix at snack time, as well as the Christmas cookies Emory and I made last week. I think daddy finished those off at lunch today. She's asked everyday since we made them if we could make more! Now, we finally can. She's actually "into" everything Christmas this year. She wants Christmas music on as soon as we are up in the morning, asks every day if she can open her gifts, and heads straight for her Advent calendar. The first 2 weeks of December have been relatively quiet with our only outing being our Cantata at church last week. However, the next 2 weeks will be hopping!

Tomorrow we have a brunch with the music team my hubby is part of at church. Then, in the evening is the yearly Small Group Christmas party sans kids! Last year we began a dirty Santa tradition with a $5.00 limit and it was such a success. I came home with the most awesome re-gifted pasta pots. This year we will each contribute one $5 gift and one re-gifted/recycled gift. I'm pumped about mine!

Sunday night is our annual Zoolights expedition with Emory's buddy, Jackson. This year the number of kids have doubled since both me and Jackson's mommy were pregnant this time last year. After the train ride and visit with the big guy, we head to Dave's in Homewood for some pizza.

Next Friday we will celebrate Festivus with the best bunch of friends one could ask for. This year we are playing dirty Santa for the adults and we drew names for the kids. The only rule is that the gifts had to come from the dollar store. Again, pretty pumped about what we're contributing. Then, the following Monday the dearest and I are getting yet another adults only evening out to party with the deacons and their wives. Should be fun!

Tonight we had a treasure hunt after supper. Buddy the elf visited the house today during naptime while I was busy in the kitchen and left clues to a special treat he had left for the kids. Emory had a hoot figuring out the clues and following the trail to her treat. The hunt led them to the dryer where a copy of The Polar Express book was waiting. What a silly elf!

I leave you with some Christmas images of the Skocelai home. This is truly the most wonderful time of the year.

Sunday, December 6, 2009

when Emory grows up...

.... she wants to be a doctornarian, a doctor who gives shots to children, a nurse, an elevator man, a skyscraper, and a whale trainer.

I personally predict a career in music based on her reaction to tonight's cantata at church.

Or, first female president based on her fabulous abilities to break rules and declare war around here. (If we have one more show-down before Christmas, I'm gonna puke!)

Either way, we're so darn proud of her. She's one awesome kid!

P.S. Yes, I realize how contradictory those last two paragraphs are, but such is the fate of motherhood, eh?

Saturday, December 5, 2009

two new milestones..

Ladies and Gentleman, I am pleased to announce we are officially sleeping through the night and rolling over back to front. And, by sleeping through the night, I mean my definition, not the candy-ass definition of the AAP. Five straight hours of consecutive sleep when it is dark outside does not constitute sleeping through the night at my house. No siree, I want you to sleep from the time I put you to bed until sometime after 6:00am.

And, Ethan will have something he did better than his over-achieving sister! He rolled over at 15 weeks, 5 days. Emory delayed her back to front adventure until she was 16 weeks old. Go Ethan!

one loud baby!

Tuesday, December 1, 2009

the baby bunch...

L to R Ethan, Coley Ann, Isaiah

I have some great friends from church who both had babies around the same time Ethan was born. We've been getting together on Tuesdays to have coffee, beginning back in the days of 'round the clock feedings. Isaiah is the oldest, having graced the world with his presence 10 days before Ethan and Coley Ann. The latter 2 babies were born the same day, at the same hospital. And yes, it was great having a friend down the hall!