The temperature got unseasonably warm, unsettlingly warm actually. It was startling to go from thirties to seventies so quickly - we suspect it has everything to do with the arrival of Nana and Ba-Ba from Florida. They came up this afternoon, enduring quite a bit of heavy traffic - it's Thanksgiving, and a lot of folks are traveling to and fro. But arrive safely they did, and there was quite a warm greeting that took place here. Madison does not have school this week, and therefore could stay up late with them for a bit. We even sat and watched a movie together, "The Grinch," which is mandatory viewing this time each year. Madison requested it, so we had to watch it!
This afternoon, she was in quite a mood when we went to visit the chiropractor. She was a giggle factory, despite the long wait in the waiting room. She was entertaining all the other patients there with an elaborate game of 'I Spy,' and several other games as well.
Later on, we had ballet. I'm not sure if the other parents knew there was actually ballet though. The teachers certainly did - they were there and ready, but there just weren't many kids there today. Madison had one classmate, so the ballet company joined two classes together. This made the total population four. Four kids.
Nevertheless, there was class. This evens things out with the other classes during the week, as we had off on Labor Day some time back, and they did not. However, this class in particular seemed to be more filler than anything. Like that last week of school where everyone is just hanging out, waiting for it all to end. Of course, for Madison, ballet is a lot of fun no matter what she's doing. She had a great time.
Today we set out two of our Thanksgiving friends, Wah-he-koo and Oh-lu-cha. These are Cabbage Patch Kids from 1983. They are the American Indian Edition. Because it was 1983, Oh-lu-cha has a mohawk hairstyle. Of course, that's not the name of the hairstyle. That's the name of an Indian tribe. And it isn't even an Indian tribe from around here. Perhaps Cherokee men did in fact have their hair shaved like Mr. T, but I don't know for sure. I suspect it is more likely that these are made by people from White County. They meant well.
ANYWAY, these two are authenti-genuine Cabbage Patch Kids, the kind that don't have plastic molded heads. They still have their paperwork, and laminated tags to identify their names and what edition they are. Also, there are even tags on their shoes to let the owners know that those shoes were in fact made in Cherokee, North Carolina.
Nana has sold a few of these Cabbage Patch Kids previously, each one for around $10,000. I am not making that number up. It is staggering to think that someone would pay that much money for a doll. But Aunt Shain also sold one a few years ago for $8,000. We don't know how much these two above are worth, but we'd sell them pretty quickly if we knew they had any sort of real value like that. As they are from 1983, we suspect they do have value. Also, there are two of them, a matching set.
At the same time, they are nice to have around the holiday of Thanksgiving. And we can say we own a few Cabbage Patch Kids - this successfully fended off any thoughts of buying a new one when we went up to visit Babyland a few years back. The thinking was that we already have a few, so why do we need one more. This was a great defensive thought when faced with the idea of paying a couple hundred for another one for Madison. Also, we actually have an Olympic one from 1984, but that one has a plastic face. Madison has that doll in her room with her right now.
Graduating from White County, this is one of those things that you just know about: Cabbage Patch Kids. These dolls put White County on the map in the 80's. White County is the home of the Cabbage Patch Kids, the ultimate Christmas gift item in the early 1980's. Everyone seemingly just had to have one, and those earliest ones - the ones where Xavier signed their bottoms - those are the most valuable. Babyland was pretty tacky in those days. It still is to a certain extent. But back then it was pretty fun to swing by. We visited one time, and were asked to give the latest Cabbage Patch baby a name. Daddy and a friend suggested the names 'Slagator' or 'Argoblastulus.' The 'nurse' there sadly decided against these names, going with something more mundane instead. This was her loss: I would have bought a doll named Argobluastulus. Just saying. I wouldn't have paid $10,000 for it. But maybe nowadays someone else would.
Anyway, we've been up to Babyland General a few times. Roadside America calls it one of the scariest places on earth, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. Which of course is why we love to drop by.
Yes, that's Daddy's heritage: White County. There's Babyland, and then there's Helen, Georgia. Both of these gems in the same county. So much to be proud of!
This afternoon, she was in quite a mood when we went to visit the chiropractor. She was a giggle factory, despite the long wait in the waiting room. She was entertaining all the other patients there with an elaborate game of 'I Spy,' and several other games as well.
Later on, we had ballet. I'm not sure if the other parents knew there was actually ballet though. The teachers certainly did - they were there and ready, but there just weren't many kids there today. Madison had one classmate, so the ballet company joined two classes together. This made the total population four. Four kids.
Nevertheless, there was class. This evens things out with the other classes during the week, as we had off on Labor Day some time back, and they did not. However, this class in particular seemed to be more filler than anything. Like that last week of school where everyone is just hanging out, waiting for it all to end. Of course, for Madison, ballet is a lot of fun no matter what she's doing. She had a great time.
Today we set out two of our Thanksgiving friends, Wah-he-koo and Oh-lu-cha. These are Cabbage Patch Kids from 1983. They are the American Indian Edition. Because it was 1983, Oh-lu-cha has a mohawk hairstyle. Of course, that's not the name of the hairstyle. That's the name of an Indian tribe. And it isn't even an Indian tribe from around here. Perhaps Cherokee men did in fact have their hair shaved like Mr. T, but I don't know for sure. I suspect it is more likely that these are made by people from White County. They meant well.
ANYWAY, these two are authenti-genuine Cabbage Patch Kids, the kind that don't have plastic molded heads. They still have their paperwork, and laminated tags to identify their names and what edition they are. Also, there are even tags on their shoes to let the owners know that those shoes were in fact made in Cherokee, North Carolina.
Nana has sold a few of these Cabbage Patch Kids previously, each one for around $10,000. I am not making that number up. It is staggering to think that someone would pay that much money for a doll. But Aunt Shain also sold one a few years ago for $8,000. We don't know how much these two above are worth, but we'd sell them pretty quickly if we knew they had any sort of real value like that. As they are from 1983, we suspect they do have value. Also, there are two of them, a matching set.
At the same time, they are nice to have around the holiday of Thanksgiving. And we can say we own a few Cabbage Patch Kids - this successfully fended off any thoughts of buying a new one when we went up to visit Babyland a few years back. The thinking was that we already have a few, so why do we need one more. This was a great defensive thought when faced with the idea of paying a couple hundred for another one for Madison. Also, we actually have an Olympic one from 1984, but that one has a plastic face. Madison has that doll in her room with her right now.
Graduating from White County, this is one of those things that you just know about: Cabbage Patch Kids. These dolls put White County on the map in the 80's. White County is the home of the Cabbage Patch Kids, the ultimate Christmas gift item in the early 1980's. Everyone seemingly just had to have one, and those earliest ones - the ones where Xavier signed their bottoms - those are the most valuable. Babyland was pretty tacky in those days. It still is to a certain extent. But back then it was pretty fun to swing by. We visited one time, and were asked to give the latest Cabbage Patch baby a name. Daddy and a friend suggested the names 'Slagator' or 'Argoblastulus.' The 'nurse' there sadly decided against these names, going with something more mundane instead. This was her loss: I would have bought a doll named Argobluastulus. Just saying. I wouldn't have paid $10,000 for it. But maybe nowadays someone else would.
Anyway, we've been up to Babyland General a few times. Roadside America calls it one of the scariest places on earth, in a tongue-in-cheek sort of way. Which of course is why we love to drop by.
Yes, that's Daddy's heritage: White County. There's Babyland, and then there's Helen, Georgia. Both of these gems in the same county. So much to be proud of!
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