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Saturday, January 28, 2012
Wednesday, January 18, 2012
Tarzan Calls
So, it's been a while. I'm back in the blogging world though. For now, I'm pretty much skipping Christmas. Basically I'm just overwhelmed by the task of holiday blogging.
We spent Christmas in Oregon with the Burnetts, and New Years in Utah with the Waltons. In spite of getting the trip off to a rather bumpy start (involving two different trains, an unexpected night in a hotel in New Jersey, and getting to OR a day later than anticipated), we enjoyed some wonderful weeks with our families.
While in Utah my family had one of our traditional "family parties". These usually involve food, costumes, games, and movies. One of the highlights of this particular party was our Tarzan calling contest (OK, so it wasn't really a contest - no winners or losers - but EVERYONE was required to participate).
This family tradition hearkens back to our growing-up days when, on random Saturday mornings, my Dad would assemble the troops in the kitchen and require us to each perform our best "Tarzan call".
Rather than embarrass my extended family members by sharing their videos from that night, I am sharing my own (I did happen to be dressed as Jane), just so you get the idea.
And now, the real reason for this post, here are the videos of my girls and their introductory attempts at a Tarzan call.
We spent Christmas in Oregon with the Burnetts, and New Years in Utah with the Waltons. In spite of getting the trip off to a rather bumpy start (involving two different trains, an unexpected night in a hotel in New Jersey, and getting to OR a day later than anticipated), we enjoyed some wonderful weeks with our families.
While in Utah my family had one of our traditional "family parties". These usually involve food, costumes, games, and movies. One of the highlights of this particular party was our Tarzan calling contest (OK, so it wasn't really a contest - no winners or losers - but EVERYONE was required to participate).
This family tradition hearkens back to our growing-up days when, on random Saturday mornings, my Dad would assemble the troops in the kitchen and require us to each perform our best "Tarzan call".
Rather than embarrass my extended family members by sharing their videos from that night, I am sharing my own (I did happen to be dressed as Jane), just so you get the idea.
And now, the real reason for this post, here are the videos of my girls and their introductory attempts at a Tarzan call.
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