Well, we lost Annabelle's hoyhoy today. This is her first night to sleep without her blanket since she began sleeping with it about 8 months ago. So far she's doing okay....she did toss and turn with her eyes closed, doing the sign for blanket and saying "duh, duh" while reaching out next to her in hopes of finding it. She settled on her big flannel blanket and it appears to be giving her enough comfort for now. I just hate the thought that her dirty pink blanket is just that, a worn little piece of flannel and satin, to all who have seen it today, and that the person who values it the most may never see it again =(.....it makes me sad...after all the times that I've cursed the darn thing, who would've thought!=)
Friday, October 29, 2004
Tuesday, October 19, 2004
Anna at the Pumpkin Patch
So we took Annabelle and Sophie to the pumpkin patch with some friends of ours and their kids. We should have known things weren't going to be as fun as we thought when our friends arrived and Annabelle freaked out because she is scared of their 3-year-old son for some reason. Any time he came near her she would cry and cling to me. I don't know what it is, but she seems to have a new fear of boys. (It'll be nice if she still has this fear at 15, but it doesn't make for very fun play dates at two.) After some attempts at getting her to "be a friend" (that's our new phrase), we decided to focus on the fun that surrounded us. We were looking forward to seeing Annabelle pick out a pumpkin, ride the little train and go down the big slide. She did enjoy looking at the pumpkins and LOOKING at the train, but when it came time to ride it, she freaked out. Stephen went with her and we thought that her screaming would subside after she realized how much fun it was to actually be riding the train that she had been watching all morning. She spent the entire ride with her head buried in Stephen's chest, whining and crying. She continued to be fussy the rest of our time there. I was determined to at least take her down the big slide one time. She seemed to be liking it until we got to the bottom where she freaked out again...On that note, we went home....but we got some great pictures out of the ordeal! =)
Friday, October 15, 2004
Hoy Hoy
What is Hoy Hoy?
Well, I THOUGHT I had dubbed the term when I was but a wee little thing...It's what I called (always through clenched teeth, mind you) my favorite stuffed toy, which happened to be a stuffed tomato (every kid needs some stuffed produce to love on). Even after the tomato was devoured by my dog, my mom made me a new one and I made sure she stuffed the remnants of the old tomato inside...so the "soul" would still be there....anyways, the dog had a liking for tomatos and proceeded to munch up the new "hoy hoy". Imagine my heartbreak when I was told that the fabric store no longer sold the pattern for stuffed tomatos (I can't imagine why...). So hoy hoy's "soul" was stuffed into my Strawberry Shortcake doll and remains there today. Hoy hoy became the name for anything in our family that was well-loved and had the scars to prove it...such as my mom's old stationwagon, my sister's one-armed doll, etc. etc. I decided to search for "hoy hoy" on google and found out that it is not MY word, but has been around for quite some time. Here's what I found:
What is Hoy Hoy?
It's an expression that was commonly used in R&B lyrics from the 1940's until about 1951. It started with Cab Calloway's record "Hoy Hoy," in 1937, and gained more fame with the platter "The Honeydripper" by Joe Liggins, which kept the #1 spot for 18 weeks in the summer of 1945. In the record, Hoy is repeated many times during the bridge. Between 1945 and 1951, hundreds of R&B records included the phrase in the lyrics, but after 1951 the expression wasn't heard much, since by then everything was changing over to doo-wop vocal groups, and the teenagers probably didn't think the expression was cool anymore. The origin of the phrase "Hoy Hoy" in black music of the 1940's in unknown, at least by us.
-This was taken from Hoyhoy.com-a site for enthusiasts of hard-rocking R&B from the years immediately before doo wop and rock 'n' roll.
Well, I THOUGHT I had dubbed the term when I was but a wee little thing...It's what I called (always through clenched teeth, mind you) my favorite stuffed toy, which happened to be a stuffed tomato (every kid needs some stuffed produce to love on). Even after the tomato was devoured by my dog, my mom made me a new one and I made sure she stuffed the remnants of the old tomato inside...so the "soul" would still be there....anyways, the dog had a liking for tomatos and proceeded to munch up the new "hoy hoy". Imagine my heartbreak when I was told that the fabric store no longer sold the pattern for stuffed tomatos (I can't imagine why...). So hoy hoy's "soul" was stuffed into my Strawberry Shortcake doll and remains there today. Hoy hoy became the name for anything in our family that was well-loved and had the scars to prove it...such as my mom's old stationwagon, my sister's one-armed doll, etc. etc. I decided to search for "hoy hoy" on google and found out that it is not MY word, but has been around for quite some time. Here's what I found:
What is Hoy Hoy?
It's an expression that was commonly used in R&B lyrics from the 1940's until about 1951. It started with Cab Calloway's record "Hoy Hoy," in 1937, and gained more fame with the platter "The Honeydripper" by Joe Liggins, which kept the #1 spot for 18 weeks in the summer of 1945. In the record, Hoy is repeated many times during the bridge. Between 1945 and 1951, hundreds of R&B records included the phrase in the lyrics, but after 1951 the expression wasn't heard much, since by then everything was changing over to doo-wop vocal groups, and the teenagers probably didn't think the expression was cool anymore. The origin of the phrase "Hoy Hoy" in black music of the 1940's in unknown, at least by us.
-This was taken from Hoyhoy.com-a site for enthusiasts of hard-rocking R&B from the years immediately before doo wop and rock 'n' roll.
My daughter's first love
When Annabelle was about 15 months old, she was sitting on my husband's lap at the computer. She asked him to play some music by doing a sign (she's an avid baby signer =)) Anways, he asked her what she wanted to listen to, not really expecting an answer. She proceeded to pat the top of her head, which is her sign for Jon, one of our good friends. She had been listening to Johhny Cash a lot, but we didn't know that she knew really who he was. Well apparently she did...when my husband answered her request for "Jon", she got so excited and boogied down =). From that time on, she pats her head every time we get in the car, before bed, when she wakes up....it's an all-day request! I love Johnny Cash, but I have to say that too much of a good thing can get old! =) At least she's not asking for the wiggles though.
Thursday, October 14, 2004
Never Say Never
I always said that I would never dress my children alike, like my mother did to my sister and me...but alas, it has not even been two months with two and look how cute they look...my little twinkies! I also said I would never have a bunch of plastic toys cluttering my house...oh well...never say never.
Sisters
Annabelle and Sophie have no idea how much fun awaits them in the future. Dress up, tea parties, bike rides to Braums, bubble baths, summer camp, dance recitals...hair pulling, name-calling, sharing clothes and the fights that accompany that, pimples and prom dresses....but alas those days will end and they'll find that nothing compares to having a sister...to having one who understands what you want to say when you just can't find the words, who forgives you when your words are cruel, who knows you probably better than you know yourself and who loves you more than you can imagine.
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