Wednesday, January 2, 2008
sung to the traditional Christmas tune
"What Child is This?"
verse 1:
WHAT CHILD IS THIS
WHO WEARS THE SHIRT
THAT DONS THE NUMBER EIGH-TY.
HER MOM CAN'T BEAR TO GAZE UPON
THE SILVER AND BLACK
REPUG-NANCE.
chorus 1:
THIS, THIS IS A PROBLEM
SUBJECTING A CHILD TO SUCH AFFRIGHT.
WHO, WHO CAN HELP HER NOW
SURE-LY NOT JERRY RICE......
verse 2:
WHAT CHILD IS THIS
WHO SEEMS SO BLITHE,
HER FATHER HARDLY BREATHING...
MEMORIES OF HIS GREAT HERO
WHO NOW HAS DANCED WITH THE STARS.
chorus 2:
"COMMIT-MENT TO EX-CEL-ENCE"
IS HOW THE MOTTO SUPPOSEDLY GOES
HOW, HOW CAN THIS BE RIGHT
THE DAUGHTER OF A BOLT AND A NINER?
see the origins of this jersey:
given as a gift to Abby from Raider Phil
Christmas 2003
much to the chagrin of
Charger Kristin and Niner Mike
Wednesday, December 26, 2007
I dug this picture out of the archives (May 2006) to illustrate a point about Abby and her propensity to gesticulate. Anyone who knows her knows that when Abby talks, her hands move as if she was conducting an orchestra - moving along with the rhythm of her story. She has a large arsenal of hand gestures...some involve intricate movements of those little fingers of hers, while others would be categorized as large and sweeping. Regardless of the gesture, the hands and sometimes lots of other body parts, are moving.
During our Thanksgiving vacation to visit Grandmama and Grandpapa in Texas, we had a fun visit from Grandma Linda and Grandpa Jim (Grandpapa's mom & stepdad). GL and GJ have never met Abby in person - but straightaway become buds.
Grandpa Jim made a very estute observation about the little moon pretty early on. "I bet if you tied her hands behind her back, she wouldn't be able to talk".
Interesting thought.....
Which needed to be put to the test.
And it was.....by me.
One day, Abby was telling me a fabulous story about something that happened at school that day. As I listened and watched, my head was quickly becoming dizzy by the flurry of gesticular activity.....and I heard Grandpa Jim's comment in my mind. So I gently reached out to my sweet little story teller and held her hands in mine.....making sure to not really draw attention to what it was that I was doing. She strained to get her next word out - then was silent....then immediately pulled her hands out from underneath mine.....talk about zero to 60 in a nanosecond....she didn't miss a beat and went right back to talking. Those hands of course went double-time in order to catch up with the story. I grabbed her hands lovingly, smiled, and said, "finish your story, love." She tied to pull away but this time I held onto her hands like a prison warden.....she started laughing hysterically and so did I. She could NOT finish her story without her hands.
So, Grandpa Jim was right!!
Monday, September 3, 2007
Wii have got to tell you about the fun wiikend wii had in Patterson. The most wiicent attraction to appear at Club Amaro Patterson is the video game console "Wii". Now, the kids wiill tell you that wii bought it for Mom & Pop....but wii can't deny that wii have enjoyed the wii as much as they have.
Abby was a trooper this wiikend, watching one Mii after another grab the controller and take a shot, a roll, a swing, a punch or a crack at the various games available. But Sunday night she'd had enough. She made her case to the Mii's in charge....she stated her wiisoning firmly - why was it that she could not play? After all, she had a Mii too! The parental units ruled in favor of the tot and turned over control.
She picked it up quick and broke a few records along the way...
see more Wii photos here
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