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Hyper

Katya wrote the following poem for school for a prompt of picking an emotion and describing it as a crayon color. While I thought the poem was interesting, I was intrigued more by the device she picked up and demonstrated at the end:

Hyper

Hyper is the color of Blazing Pink.

It sounds like an angry train.

It looks like an enormous blur.

It smells like chocolate.

It tastes like ice scream!

Hyper feels like air rushing by all around you.

Anyomous.

I’ll return to other blog posts soon, including detailing the continued exploration of the household’s cat-sized hiding spots.

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11 2010

My Mom (by Emma)

Shortly after typing up the previous entry, I found Emma’s preschool riff on Mother’s Day.

Dated 5/6/09

I think my mom is 35 years old. [she overshot a little]

My mom’s favorite color is green. [sure, why not!]

I like it when my mom cooks macaroni/ravioli

I like it when my mom takes me to Children’s Together Park [it’s only the coolest park in town, that’s why]

When I cry, my mom helps me.

My mom call me Emma. [Not according to this]

My mom’s job is working at her computer. [sigh, that was before I had legitimate “work” reasons to be at my computer đŸ˜‰ ]

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09 2009

My Mom (by Katya)

Cleaning my desk (yes, shocking) I found this set of prompts Katya answered for first grade last year.

My Mom

My mom is a great mom.

My mom likes to cook a smootie. [smoothie]

My mom knows I’m cute.

My mom says clean your room.

My mom can nurcher her child. [you figure it out! my daughter is a suck-up]

My mom wishes that one of my teeth will fall out.

My mom loves her children.

My mom is a great mom.

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09 2009

Toby’s First Dictionary

A compilation of words (and gestures) that Toby finds important enough to learn and say, organized chronologically.

Duh
Digger, as in the construction truck. He’s learned how to specify more trucks as he’s learned about the variety of truck videos on YouTube
Ooooh
A mooing sound in conjunction with pointing to a cow
Ahce creahm
Ice cream, said low and fast
Beh
Ben, another primary kid at church. He can identify Ben’s voice from across the chapel and will swivel to find him
Barking like a dog
While not a definition, exactly, it is almost an automatic response to seeing a dog now. It is often accompanied by dropping to his fours, crawling around, and getting patted and cooed over by his sisters and Mama.
Me!
Usually the response to any question, and most famously it is used for giggles by asking strange things like, “Who would like food on their head?” or “Who wants me to eat their cake?”.
Muh
Emma, though he usually doesn’t say it unless slurring at the end of saying Katya’s name.
Fuh
Airplane, though no one understands this one.
I-do-ihh
“I do it!” said urgently and loud, whenever someone dares help him with something. He started slurring together phrases like this pretty young.
Tata
Katya
Buh
Either “bubbles” or “bus,” depending on context
Truh
Truck
Rrrrieuh
He makes the sound of a fire engine to identify a fire truck
Schhwoo
The sound of a helicopter, accompanied by twirling his finger in the air (Heidi taught him that one, unknowingly).
Duh Truh
Dump Truck. He learned this and is other first transportation-related words pretty early.
Arfah
Dog. We’re not sure how he came to choose this word over “dog,” but it certainly makes sense!
Gahleegee, Geegee, Guhleekee
Kitty. This is usually paired with “Arfah.” If he says one, he has to say the other, and it usually goes back and forth “arfah, kitty, arfah…”
Dada
Daddy. In June 2009 he started holding up his hand to his ear like a phone whenever he said Dada’s name.
Mama
Mommy! This is usually paired with “Mama” and goes back and forth “Dada, Mama, Dada…”

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08 2009

If I Were President

(I believe Katya wrote this from a prompt her teacher gave)

If I were President I will have ice cream every day. If you did something nice you could have some. There would be two different favors every day. You have to bring your own bowl or ice cream cone. I really wish I was President.

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01 2009

Jobs (By Katya)

1. Bilder
2. Crayon Macker
3. Painter
4. Bookmacker
5. Carpitenter

(A list I discovered of what she wants to be when she’s older)

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01 2009

Public Safety Warning: Beware of Strange Babies

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10 2008

IM’ing Katya

There’s been a renaissance of instant messaging in our house. After I sent Katya a variety of smileys, including a very mad one, we had the following exchange:

(12:34:15 PM) K: do you need to go in a time out
(12:34:26 PM) tiertreu: yes!
(12:35:34 PM) K: key now go in your bedroom
(12:36:04 PM) ***tiertreu stomps to her bedroom
(12:36:12 PM) tiertreu: (many more mad faces)
(12:36:16 PM) tiertreu: WAAAAH
(12:40:07 PM) K: you may come out when you learn not to get mad
(12:40:20 PM) tiertreu: but I’m not mad!
(12:40:27 PM) tiertreu: I’m silly?
(12:40:52 PM) K: your coco
(12:41:09 PM) tiertreu: I know =))

Just was amused. They never have timeouts!

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08 2008

Toby’s Scooting

We’ll test whether workplaces block vimeo, along with youtube!

Toby has started scooting, and in true Hoopes kid fashion, does it, well, a bit oddly. This was videotaped a few weeks ago, so he’s since become more streamlined, but the technique is the same.


Toby yells, plays, scoots from Meer on Vimeo.

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08 2008

Toby’s Lungs

Emma offered the insight in the car today (and I can’t remember why) that Toby’s lungs hurt him because he had no teeth.

After we giggled, I started trying to explain what they really did. “…and then your heart…”

“…pumps your blood around your body,” says Katya.

“Why yes! Good job!”

“And you need blood to make your owwies,” finished Emma.

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06 2008