Wednesday, October 27, 2010

Emory at 4!

At four, this gal is amazing!  What a difference a year makes.  Emory's "skills" include:

- using scissors, and almost being able to cut a complete circle
- lacing correctly and not just jumbling up the string on a lacing card
- play "Go Fish" by the rules
- communicating more effectively and crying less when she's frustrated
- manipulating her brother so effectively into doing something that he actually thinks he's in control and it was his idea
- dressing herself completely, including buttons, zippers, and shoes
- taking a shower by herself
- holding her own in a phone conversation
- finishing a color sheet
- hanging out and entertaining herself while I take an afternoon nap
- getting her own snacks, and feeding her brother while she is at it, while I hit the shower
- opening the van door and buckling herself into her carseat
- calling the dogs in, or letting them out (can't wait til she can be trusted to feed them too!)
- brushing her teeth. start to finish

At four, she is seeming so grown-up to me.  Though I know she is still small, she is more of a pal to me and I don't mind her company at all while Ethan takes his afternoon nap.  I used to worry about not having any time to myself to complete chores or just re-charge when the nap was gone, but it was fruitless to worry.  Turns out, she's great company, and even a help to me sometimes.  She's amazing and I am so glad she is my big kid!

She's independent, which I am mostly thankful for, and such a thinker.  This week alone, she's asked some really hard questions... "Why did God choose to love me and make me part of His people?" is my personal favorite this week.  It really is a privilege to be this kid's mama.

Tuesday, October 26, 2010


Ok, so I don't usually pimp products, but I'm gonna.  I can not expound enough on the benefits of using Arbonne's make-up primer.  I haven't had any in a little over 6 months, but I've just modestly replenished my supply.  They've changed their packaging and it makes me even happier with the product.  Technically, I am a consultant, but I don't really commit to selling the product.  But, I can get you hooked-up if you are interested.  I'll tell you more tomorrow why I love the primer so much.  It's much too late now to do it justice. 

Also, sometime before this week is out, expect a post about a "typical" day in my life, complete with photos!  Just something fun I saw on a far more glamorous blog and thought I'd copy.  Happy Tuesday, I'm off to bed.

Wednesday, October 20, 2010

wookie or wookiee?

Today while the kids were eating a snack and I was being productive cleaning up the breakfast mess (yes, a lot of time expires between when the meal is actually eaten and when the aftermath is cleared away), I said to my kids, "You guys are the 2 best kids God has ever made."  Emory remaked, "God made Ella too."  Ella is the baby in my tummy who can not be a boy!  Emory refuses to call the baby just baby.  It is always Ella.  Anyways... I said, "You're right.  So actually right now in the kitchen are the 3 best kids God has ever made."  To which Emory replied, "We'll soon have two of something.  2 girls or 2 boys, unless you're growing a Wookie in there."

Sunday, October 17, 2010

What I think about while rocking Ethan before nap time...

... "I wonder if the little table from Emory's class at church will fit into the van.  Sure would make life easy.  Should we have the tenderloin on Monday or should we have the meatloaf first?  How long has it been since we've had meat?  I need to get the bread out of the freezer to thaw before Emory's birthday dinner on Tuesday.  Did I remember the half-and-half?  I think I did.  Need to check that when I put Ethan down.  I really need to get that tupperware lid out from under the changing table.  I might need that soon.  What is that noise coming from Emory's room?  I sure hope she sleeps today.  I am not up for a show down.  Sure am glad Eric was willing to sort today.  I did not want to do it.  I wonder if any one commented on my last FB status.  I'll check when I put Ethan down.  I wonder if I can justify a Thanksgiving turkey shirt for Ethan.  Emory's from last year should still fit.  I wonder if I should try to match them.  But, do I really want to be that Mom?  Yeah, I think I do.  I can not believe we are having another baby.  Where is that kid going to sleep?  We need to figure that out soon.  I really wish we could paint the living room.  That yellow is so ugly.  What was I thinking?  Argh, this kid is so heavy.  I think it's time to put Ethan down."

Tuesday, October 12, 2010

waiting is hard...

....especially if you are almost 4 years old and it seems that everyone around you is getting their baby sister before you.  Mind you, we do not know if we are getting a baby sister, but Emory has her mind made up that is what is growing inside my belly.  Yesterday a good friend of mine had her baby girl.  Thinking Emory would be excited for this little girl's big brother, who happens to be one of Emory's fav friends, I spilled the beans before bed time.  Big mistake.  Big.  Huge!  Emory ended up crying herself to sleep because, "Everyone is getting their baby sister before me!"  Oh, little girl,  are we really going to be this dramatic about it?  Apparently so.

I was hopeful that a good night's sleep would be enough to hit her reset button, but it didn't.  Today I've had to reset the attitude myself.  Over and over and over.  And Emory fights D.I.R.T.Y.  "I don't like the new baby's name."  is her favorite way of declaring her displeasure.  And when that doesn't work she tries, "Mommy, I hear our baby crying.  She's saying 'When will I be big enough to come out?'  She really wants out Mommy."  Like I don't want him/her out too, but we all have to wait kid.

I really hope this baby is a girl.  For all our sakes!

Friday, October 8, 2010

a short rant...

.... It all started when I pregnant with baby #2 and we'd discovered "it" was a boy.  People would look at Emory and then remark, "Well, you're done then.  Lucky you."


Who made the rule that the goal of child-bearing is one boy and one girl?  What about those of us who kind of like having kids and don't mind a house-ful of ankle biters?  Sure, there are days (today would be one) that I am so ready to be done with parenting for the day that I say no when the big girl asks for more songs and tell her it's time for bed and to hush.  But mostly, I enjoy being Mama, as long as I got a full 8 the night before.  I can get by on a sweet 7, but 8 is much much better for the family.

Now that I am finally showing, I am getting all kinds of comments about the length of time between what will be the younger two children.  Now, this was not a planned pregnancy, but neither is it unwanted.  I could live without the nausea and mind-numbing fatigue, but in the end we get another sweet smelling member of the Skocelai tribe, so it's all good. 

I get that some folks only want 2 kids or even 1, and that's cool.  I think it's very wise to know your limits and operate within them.  Some people would love more and it's just not happening for them.   That's a sad place to be and I hurt for them.  But my word!  Strangers treating me like I am out of my mind for being pregnant is starting to get old.  I got news... God controls the circumstances, all of them, and sometimes we end up somewhere we never expected to be.  I can sulk that family planning was taken out of our hands or find a way to rejoice in His plan for us, knowing it to be perfectly unflawed.

Rejoice!  And again I say, rejoice!

Wednesday, October 6, 2010

Let's ask Eric...

I'm stealing this fun little game off I Love Mr. Pibb's blog. You ask your husband the following questions and everyone gets to see how well he pays attention.

Obviously, in these questions, I am "she."

1. She’s sitting in front of the TV, what is on the screen?
Grey's Anatomy
He's quick to let me know how much he hates this show.

2. You’re out to eat, what kind of dressing does she get on her salad?

3. What’s one food she doesn’t like?
Anything processed, specifically Hamburger Helper.
This causes him great pain as he is a processed food addict, with Ham. Helper being his most favorite.

4. You go out to eat and have a drink, what does she order?
BEER!  or red wine, specifically a Cabernet
He is right.  Obviously, this is when I am not pregnant.

5. What shirt size does she have?

6. What shoe size does she have?
Am I way off?

7. What’s her favorite type of sandwich?
Diplomat Deli Reuben, hold the Russian dressing
That is correct.  And, amazingly specific

8. What would she eat everyday if she could?
a hamburger
9. What is her favorite cereal?
that Kashi twig stuff with fruit in it.
He really calls it my twig and berries cereal and it is my most favorite.  The twiggier the better!

10. What would she never wear?
a thong.  or a shirt with a cartoon on it.
I laughed out loud at this one.  It's very true, but I would have never come up with this answer.

11. What is her favorite sports team?
Mississippi State
but only because Montevallo doesn't have a football team!

12. What is something she does that you wish she wouldn’t do?
talks at night... to me
hey! I've birthed you a 9 pound son!

13. What is her heritage?
and right proud of it too

14. You bake her a cake, what kind of cake?
anything without icing.
This is really only true if the cake is store bought.  He forgot that I have been known to nearly consume an entire carrot cake with cream cheese frosting on my own.

15. Did she play sports in high school?
Nope, that was intramural in college.
Yep, but that's not all.
You didn't swim in high school.
Not basketball?!
Well, it was a small school.  There wasn't much to choose from.

16. What could she spend hours doing?
Reading blogs or books while drinking coffee.

17. What is the unique talent that she has?
That crazy Dwarf voice you do.
He hates that voice.  The kids love it.

18. What is her type of coffee?
Barnie's Pumpkin Spice.
Forever indebted to J. Cox for that one!

If you do a post like this, be sure to let me know in the comments. I'd love to see your husband/boyfriend's answers!

House Rules...

.... according to Emory:

1.) Mommy's lap must never be empty.  If it is ever vacated by a sibling, you must throw all your energy into claiming Mommy's lap for a spell.
2.) If Mommy sleeps too well, she may start to think about adding another sibling.  We must avoid this at all costs.  If she is in bed by 9:30pm, you must plan to wake her up at 1am and refuse to settle back down.  I'll handle the 4am shift.
3.) Mommy likes a challenge.  Don't be too content to eat the same foods over and over.  Periodically refuse to eat a favorite food. 
4.) Mommy has to learn not to leave the bathroom door open.  This means you must keep a keen ear listening for the bathroom door to open and not close.  Every time she forgets and leaves the bathroom door open, you must punish her by playing in the potty.  Be sure to be very messy and get potty water all over everything.  Mommy loves to wipe up messes.
5.) Per Mommy's love of wiping up messes, she adores it when you bring her the dog's water bowl, but only if it is full of water.
6.) Keep a close eye on Mommy's body language.  If you get the vibe that her back may be sore, you must insist on being held all day long.  She'd bever admit it, but she loves to hold a heavy baby when her back hurts.
7.) And since Mommy loves a challenge, if you can tell she is especially tired or has a lot to do, refuse to take a nap.  She loves this!
8.) Mommy loves a tease.  Even though she is the one who carried you in her womb for 9 months, birthed you, fed you around the clock, and generally tends to your every need, make sure you say "Dada" first.  As an added bonus, completely refuse to say "Mama" until you are over 18 months old.
9.) Always be super excited to see Daddy when he comes home, but don't be willing to give Mommy the time of day when she comes back after being gone for a while.  Do, however, give her hell when she tries to leave.
10.) If you ever spot a pile of folded laundry, you must scatter it all over the house.  Mommy loves this game.  She leaves that pile for you to find.

Follow these house rules and your life here will be charming.