<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24563632</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:38:47.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WuggySpeak</title><subtitle type='html'>A lexicographical companion to The Wuggy Chronicles</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuggyspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24563632/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggyspeak.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09380956132236257767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/2044/640/P1050030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-24563632.post-114306912523195072</id><published>2006-03-22T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T08:11:03.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bob&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; pn.&lt;/em&gt; The in-utero nickname for the possibility that September would be a boy. As in, &lt;em&gt;"I can't wait to find out if September is herself or Bob."&lt;/em&gt; Happily, September is herself, but her big brothers immediately recognized her as Bob.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Doopah&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; v.&lt;/em&gt; The locomotion of wuggies.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pickle&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; See Wuggy. Also used as an affectionate suffix to any title denoting relationship to wuggies, ie, Dadderpickle, Mamapickles, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;September&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n., pn.&lt;/em&gt; The month in which my daughter was not born, much to the confusion of everyone who meets her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Tembo-Teff&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pn.&lt;/em&gt; September Persephone Johnston. Also known as The Bean of Cuteness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meep-Meep&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pn.&lt;/em&gt; My first-born son, also known as Nathan Scott Johnston. Shortly after he came home from the hospital, my sister Sarah cuddled her newborn nephew, and named him Meep-Meep. At least, I thought that was what was going on. It turns out, she says “meep-meep” to every baby she holds, in imitation of the little sounds they make. But by the time I realized this, it was too late. The name had irrevocably attached itself to my son.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Meepo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pn.&lt;/em&gt; see Meep-Meep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuggers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pn.&lt;/em&gt; see Wuggidy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuggidy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;pn.&lt;/em&gt; My second-born son, who is so exceedingly huggidy. He also occasionally goes by the pseudonym Isaiah Douglas Johnston.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wuggy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;n.&lt;/em&gt; Small person who is wiggly and cuddlable and huggy. The term originated in reference to Nathan and Isaiah Johnston, and there has been some debate over how widely it can be applied. Cousin Gabriel is not a wuggy, although Autumn Nick is sometimes called a wuggy when playing with the twins. When the small Persephone child made her appearance, we were on the verge of determining that although she was most decidedly a pickle, the term “wuggy” was not precisely accurate. However, a few days after she came home from the hospital, Mr. Wuggidy peered down into her crib and declared Bob to be a wuggy, so there you have it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/24563632-114306912523195072?l=wuggyspeak.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wuggyspeak.blogspot.com/feeds/114306912523195072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=24563632&amp;postID=114306912523195072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24563632/posts/default/114306912523195072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/24563632/posts/default/114306912523195072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wuggyspeak.blogspot.com/2006/03/bob-pn.html' title=''/><author><name>Elena</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09380956132236257767</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/hello/242/2044/640/P1050030.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
