![]() ![]() hahaĮvery once in awhile I come across something so cool I have to share. They discovered the word MINE! and have regular wrestling matches too. LOL They're obsessed with "choo choos" & ice cream or as they call it "eye keem". ![]() ![]() They eat !!! Seems like if I'm not fixing a meal I'm grabbing a snack. Watching them grow and start doing things that they couldn't do last year puts a smile on my face. Almost everyday by 10am I start hearing "go out! go out!".ĭays are still chaos and while somedays I think I'm loosing my mind the boys are getting so much more fun. Heading out with the boys and not having to pile on clothes and bulky jackets. The toy was recommended as an adult stress reliever and gift for corporate executives.I gotta say it feels so good to wake up to warm mornings and the sun shining. The pamphlet lists seven ways to react positively to a child rather than resorting to violence.” When Ertl was told about Shaken Baby Syndrome, the company responded, as reported by the US Advisory Board on Child Abuse and Neglect, by “plac an insert in Jibba Jabber packaging explaining that while Jibba Jabber is for fun, a lethal form of child abuse involves the shaking of babies. The distinguishing property of the Jibba Jabber was the distinct ‘choking’ or ‘strangling’ sound (resembling a groan tube) made by the wobbling head when shaken. Jibba Jabber) had a pink body with pink nose and the male version had a black body with yellow nose. The female version of the doll (called Ms. The dolls came with various hair colors including red, blue, pink and green. “Jibba Jabber was a doll made by the toy company Ertl in the mid-1990s. Somehow today, my dazed mental repetition of “Get up! Get up! Get up!” invoked the spirit of Jibba Jabber, and I heard those words again.Īddendum: While I was looking up photos for this post, I came across the following at Wikipedia: My kids loved it and shook it all the time, so its head wobbled back and forth and it talked and talked and talked.īack in those days, in the depths of sleep deprivation with three small children, whenever Jibba Jabber talked, I heard it say two things clearly: “Help me! Help me! Help me!” and “Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!” Always in squeaky groups of three. (Odd concept, really!) When you vigorously shook it, it made “jibba jabber” sort of squeaky talking sounds that you were encouraged to interpret into some demented sort of conversation. You were supposed to grab it at the neck and shake it. It was a weird looking long-necked creature. (To this day my husband looks uneasy when I mention Ernie.)īut this morning, I heard echoes of one of my children’s toys called a Jibba Jabber. We reassured ourselves that it was an odd battery quirk, but I’m still not so sure about that one. My husband and I would wake with a start in the depths of the night to odd noises coming from the living room. Every night! (At least I’m pretty sure it was my siblings…) My son had a Sleep and Snore Ernie that used to come to life at night. As a child, I had a wonderful reversible Red Riding Hood doll that I adored…until my siblings changed it to the wolf head and rested it on my pillow. You know how there are those odd, somehow disturbing toys that can haunt you? Some from your own childhood? Some from your children’s? I can think of several in each category. The wolf’s head is hidden under Granny’s cap on this Topsy Turvy doll. ![]()
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