Street Market, Kiev, Ukraine, September 10, 2011

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

One Little Coyote and The Wiggles

One of the joys of being at home with my grandson was getting to know The Wiggles. Stirling has several of The Wiggles DVDs and enjoys watching them several times a week. I also enjoyed watching them several times a week. :):)

Confession time: I have a favorite Wiggles DVD and I bought one to bring back to Ukraine. heh heh Actually, I couldn't find it anywhere in Colorado Springs so I made a deal with Kara. I brought back Stirlings copy and ordered a new one for him on Amazon.com. So my copy here is doubly precious to me - this is the actual one Stirling watched over and over.

The Wiggles are four guys who sing and dance and do little skits for children of all ages, especially those 6 and under and lots of adults who think like children. Greg wears a yellow shirt, Murray wears red, Anthony wears blue and Jeff wears purple. There are other regular characters as well - Captain Feathersword, Wags the Dog, Dorothy the Dinosaur and Henry the Octopus, and a Big Red Car that they often ride around in. So - who is my favorite Wiggle? Hands down - Greg. Too bad Greg is not with them any more (non-life threatening health issues, according to their website). I really enjoyed his voice and the way he moved around (I can only dream of being that limber and having that much rythmn, sigh). Now someone else has taken his place.

My favorite,and Kara's too, song on this DVD is "Six Months in a Leaky Boat" Wiggles Version, with Greg and Tim Finn of Split Enz and Crowded House (New Zealand). But the reason I brought it with me was actually the song, "One Little Coyote." You can hear parts of the lyrics to the songs here: Yahoo! Shopping, if you are so inclined. It's just a really cute song, and helps me remember how to count down from 10 to 1, in case I should happen to forget some day. Mel even bought a little coyote pin for me - I have it on my Bible cover right now - a little coyote howling at the moon.

We saw a coyote in the Garden of the Gods one day, a real one, staring down intently, ears alert, body tense, waiting to catch his lunch as it peeked out of the hole in the ground at his feet. He looked kind of scraggly, like he really needed that lunch.

I wonder if he howls at the moon in the Garden late at night?

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