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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 ;) ]

14

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.

14

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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27

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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03

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!

18

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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12

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

14 Hours of Car + 4 Hours of NYC Underground + 3 Kids = …

One of the justifications we used for moving so far away from everyone was that it would put us closer to different relatives. Finally we were able to make good on that implicit promise a little bit more, and took a few days to visit Mark’s cousin in New York City and my grandmother and aunts in Connecticut. Having fond memories of NYC as a kid, both on family vacation and school field trips, I was especially excited for this trip.

Target of Times SquareHaving only a day and a half in the city meant that we ran from one major site to another, as fast as you can run with three kids, and hoped we imparted the essence of such a large urban area to the kids. So on the first day we visited Bronx Zoo with Mark’s cousin Jeremy, his wife Sarah, and their son Jasper, who’s just a little older than Toby. Frankly, the zoo was fabulous and probably the favorite of both Katya and Emma.

Pier and Statue of LibertyThe afternoon was a slight disaster, at least as far as transportation goes. We had driven our car to the zoo, so we tried to find a tube station that we could park at. Due to some misreading of the map, we ended up at a train station at the end of the line, so we had to pay train fare all the way to Grand Central, transfer to Times Square, then continue on to the very southern tip to board the Staten Island Ferry. Then in repeating the process backwards we missed a train just barely (late already at 8:40), so we weren’t done riding all our transportation until at least 11 that night. But on the positive side, we had a fun boat ride, ate at an unusual McDonald’s in Times Square, visited a store Mommy was curious about, and rode 3 different kinds of transportation, always a plus in Katya’s and Emma’s book.

We also were able to realize the great accessibility of ethnic food anywhere in the city (so jealous) and eat overpriced ice cream in Central Park before continuing on to Connecticut. While this phase of our trip was definitely more lowkey, it was nice to relax (fewer than five people sleeping in a room, yay!) and visit with my side of the family. We also visited the beach, which just got everyone excited for real beach season. My aunt is a terrific cook and her hospitality was amazing, given how little notice we gave her! And of course my grandma spoiled the kids, in the good way.

When asked how my trip went by a friend, I summed it up as extremely fun and extremely stressful, to which the response was that perhaps that summed up New York itself. In the very least, it whetted my appetite to be able to take the kids on road trips more…once Toby hits that magical age where car trips are fun.

(the photo set for our trip)

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05 2008