Friday, January 30, 2009

Notetaking on Emma

Right now, I can look at Emma and be absolutely amazed at just how much I DON'T remember about Jack when he was her age. It's a sad thing. Everyone tells you to write little memories down in the moment. And you nod to yourself and think, "I don't need to write it down. I'll never forget this." But the truth is, you just do forget. Jack has gotten older. And I've lost parts of him, I know.

With that in mind, I've decided to write down a few things about Emma that I don't want to forget. These things are vivid and endearing now, and they seem like things that I could never possibly forget. But I know one day, I will.

My little girl is fourteen months old, and here's what she's up to these days.




1. She gives kisses (when it's her prerogative) with corny, stereotypical kissing sound effects. She closes her mouth, leans in, and says, "Mmmmmmm-wwwwwwaa!"

2. She dances. She's the dancing-est little thing on the planet, actually. She has one traditional Emma move. It is a violent upper body twisting with outstretched arms. I like to think that it resembles the action of the Chinese drum that the Karate Kid once swiveled back and forth between his palms.

3. Phrases/commands she understands and responds to correctly: *See you later provokes a wave. *Go get your _______ (nipper, cat, book, dog, ball) will result in retrieval of the desired object. *Can I have a kiss? *Where's your belly? *Where's your hair?

4. Words she says clearly: "Hoodenpyle" (I'm kidding.)

5. Words she says unclearly: "Hiiii", "Hot" (always whispered in reference to fire, or the stove, or the heating vent, or a candle, or a lava lamp, or Starbucks Hot Chocolate, etc.), "Daaaht" (cat), "Daaah!" (Jack!), "Nana" (banana)

6. She loves Cookie. Cookie hates her, in return. But, nevertheless, Emma is in love.

7. When Cookie is not available, Emma loves a stuffed black cat that closely resembles Cookie. This version is much more receptive to full body hugs.

8. Emma is extremely cautious when it comes to strangers. The caution level heightens (and can quickly escalate into crying) if strangers appear interested in picking her up.

9. She loves shoes. Shiny, black Mary Jane's are her favorites.

10. She loves to carry around phones, put them up to her ear, and pretend she's talking. Alternatively, she enjoys chewing on them.

11. Pizza is her favorite food. French fries are a close second. She's a little bit like her mother in this way.

12. Her hair is out of control.

13. She enjoys thrilling activities/games. "I'm gonna get you!" is a favorite. Tickling is always good. Flying through the air is super fun.

14. She prefers to eat with a fork.

15. She is right handed.

16. She would be thrilled to roll a ball back and forth with you.

17. She sleeps with a minimum of three pacifiers - one in her mouth, one in her right hand, and one in her left hand.

18. She thinks you are trying to kill her if you wipe her face or clip her fingernails.

19. She understands the word "no" and also understands to what degree you mean it.

20. She instigates games of peek-a-boo.

21. She weighs 21 pounds, on the dot.

22. She runs away from her mother when it's time to get dressed.

23. She will fall to her knees, mid-walk, if you shout out, "Craaaash!"

24. She CANNOT STAND restaurant high chairs.

25. She LOVES books.

26. Far more serious and stoic than Jack ever was, she's a thinker. She appears to be constantly evaluating and considering heavier things. One day she'll share her thoughts, and I can't wait for that. Until then, though, I'll remember what my grandpa always says. "She'll never be any smaller than she is today." I know he's right.


Sunday, January 25, 2009

Tagged!

I have been "tagged" by a friend in a blogging game. How fun! So here are the rules:

1) Go to your fourth folder of pictures.
2) Choose your fourth picture.
3) Explain the picture.
4) Tag four people.



There's my picture. Let's see, this would've been in 2004 - 2005? Jack is 2 or 3, I guess. (This reveals how poorly my computer files are organized and/or labeled, unfortunately.) Jack is making what we used to refer to as his "pirate face." And I am trying to capture it by turning the camera around backwards at arm's length. Not bad, Whit.


I will have to totally break rule number four and be satisfied with tagging just one person: Jennifer V.
Fun game.

Thursday, January 22, 2009

The Many Faces of Emma


Monday, January 19, 2009

Watch Me, Mom!

I am a grown woman. But there still lives inside of me that little girl that says, "Watch me, Mom!" Jack says it a lot when he's making stupid faces that he thinks I'll laugh at. Or when he dances a silly little dance. Or when he draws a cool picture.

I don't think we ever let this part of ourselves go, do we? So here, Mom. Watch me! Look what I can do! I can play a dumb little song on one string of the guitar! I am excited. Tell me what a good girl I am, ok? And don't tell me about the dumb faces I make when I play the dumb little song. (I have a whole new empathy for John Mayer now -- the face making is apparently very necessary.) I love you, Momma.



Thursday, January 15, 2009

The DinnerMaker 3000 Mock-Up

Jack was glad to illustrate his vision for the DinnerMaker 3000 last night. He explained all of its features with certainty and excellent salesmanship. (I asked, "Where's the 'Cooking Vision', Jack?" He looked at me as if I was stupid and said, "Cooking Vision is invisible, Mom. It's inside it.")

Wednesday, January 14, 2009

Jack's Business Plan

Jack is going into business. He has declared that he is "close to becoming a scientist" now because he wants to make an invention. That invention has a name, and it is "DinnerMaker 3000" or "DinnerMaker 9000". (He can't decide which because they both sound so good, evidently.) His robotic DinnerMakers will be wanted by all for the conveniences they will bring to our lives. One will just tell the DinnerMaker 3000 what they want to eat, and in just a few minutes.... waaaa lah... your food will be ready for eating.

He has hopes to own the factory that will construct his DinnerMakers by the masses one day, but for now, he's content with assembling the list of needed materials for his big build.

1. Wires
2. Everything metal in Dad's garage
3. All the tools in Dad's garage
4. Wood
5. Something called "Cooking Vision" for the robot (I wish he would've elaborated more on what exactly Cooking Vision was, but I'm not sure I could've managed to keep the straight face any longer if he had.)

Maybe tonight I will persuade him to draw me a mock up of the DM 3000. Until then, here's to science, everyone!

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

My Favorite Part of Today

I realize that today is not over yet, but I'm pretty sure that I've already experienced my favorite moment of the day. Caleb approaches me, holding this old book he's found in my classroom.

"Mrs. Hoodenpyle, look at this. This is the dumbest thing I've ever seen."

Monday, January 12, 2009

32 Things You May Not Know About Me


Okay, folks. Let's do the "Whitney version". Here goes.

1. I sleep with my old security blanket... still.
2. I believe that peanut butter and jelly sandwiches taste worse if I don't make them.
3. I believe that salads taste better if I don't make them.
4. I have curly hair.
5. My first word was "bird."
6. I was once so grossed out by the movie, Howard the Duck, that I had to leave the theater.
7. I don't like it when my belly button is touched.
8. My left eye is blue. My right eye is blue and brown.
9. I have the biggest tonsils I've ever seen. It's a wonder that I can even breathe.
10. I am learning to play the guitar. My first and third fingertips are very sore.
11. I have a secret method for successful and even pencil sharpening that I teach to every crop of students.
12. I must dunk every single piece of cereal in my bowl down in the milk before I can take a bite.
13. I am more scared of the sound of flying bugs than the flying bugs, themselves.
14. I would put off procrastinating until tomorrow, if that were possible.
15. I have flat feet. Flatter than flat.
16. I snuck into a movie without paying (for the first time ever) on Saturday. Actually, I snuck into two. (Benjamin Button - thumbs up; Marley and Me, thumbs up; Yes Man, thumbs down; Valkyrie, a noncommittal yawn... it was late by this time.)
17. I worried a lot as a child. And I still do as an adult.
18. I can drive a stickshift.
19. I secretly delight in peeling someone's skin after a sunburn.
20. I'm extremely hard to get to know, and I don't know how to fix that.
21. When I hear a name, I also see a color. Whitney = light blue. Jim = green. Danavee = brown. Sherri = red. (My mother insists that this is a sign of autism.)
22. I love unusual senses of humor.
23. I am really, really, really fast at wordsearches. I will beat you. No question.
24. It doesn't matter what other flavors the ice cream store offers. I'll have chocolate.
25. I don't like most fruits... or vegetables.
26. I am not a hypochondriac, but I think I have the potential to be.
27. The right side of my body is far more ticklish than the left.
28. I associate the flavor of an Icee with the old Venture store on Glenstone.
29. I have nightmares about tornadoes. Often.
30. I laugh when people fall.
31. I'm pretty sure that I can talk to animals in my mind. Snakes know that I'm uneasy while holding them. And I know they know.
32. I like being 32.

Friday, January 2, 2009

Party, Party, Jack!

Jack, the poor kid, is always going to have to host his birthday celebration on a day other than his birthday, I predict. I knew that (and preemptively felt bad about it) six years ago when I started having labor pains on Christmas night. December 26th is a rough day as birthday parties go, you know.

On that note, this year's birthday festivities were planned for today, January 2nd, a pretty even split between Jack's birthday and his cousin Maria's birthday (Jan. 7th). So let the partying begin!

This year we did it up. Balloons, cake, candles, Transformers plates/cups, presents, Dance Dance Revolution on the Wii, a jump session at Jump Mania, and kids, kids, and more kids. Here are a few shots.


It occurred to me today, in the midst of passing out the pizza and lighting the candles, that in the entire six years of Jack's life, we've never had a full-on birthday party for him. Kid parties are organized chaos, and we are novices. Exhausted novices.

Exhausted birthday party throwing novices, at the end of the day, decompress by sitting around the kitchen table acting like loopy idiots for each other on camera. Just a side note.