She's a Little Hula Hula Baby

NOTE: I'VE EDITED THIS BLOG BECAUSE OF THE NUMBER OF PEOPLE WHO HAVE EMAILED ME OVER THE LAST TWO YEARS ASKING FOR INFORMATION ON THE HULA BABY SONG. HERE IS A LINK TO ANOTHER BLOG I WROTE THAT HAS ALL I KNOW ABOUT THE HULA BABY SONG:
GO TO www.pressrepublican.com and scroll down to a feature called "Blog: On the Beaten Path." Click on that link and it will take you to the reporters' blog site. Scroll down to a blog written (by me) on July 1, 2008. It will tell you more about the Hula Baby song, and will tell you all I know about the Hula Baby song.

OTHER THAN WHAT I'VE WRITTEN THERE, I DON'T KNOW MUCH MORE ABOUT IT. THANKS FOR THE INTEREST. AND NOW, THE ORIGINAL BLOG ENTRY:
Margaret has another dance at school she's looking forward to on Friday and she's meeting Logan there. It's a very controlled atmosphere and the kids don't actually dance. They mostly jump around and stare at one another from across the room. It's junior high, afterall, but the air of possibility hangs in the atmosphere and that's the thing that worries parents of junior high students. Afterwards, Logan is going to come over to our house to watch a movie. His mom will come by to pick him up and if they're open to it, we'll invite them to stay for dinner. We'll see how this, the second "playdate" goes. Margaret is so excited, and she said Logan has told her he can't wait for Friday. He's a nice boy and I think he's happy to have her as a friend.

Brigid, meanwhile, isn't content to be held any more. She wants to go go go. She squirms and jackknifes herself out of your arms in an attempt to get to the floor. Her crawling is determined and it just gets her to something that she can use as a brace to help her to her feet. Her cruising is stronger; objects just serve as something to steady her so she can let go. She's taken a couple hard falls, but nothing that has produced any blood. Her footwork is getting better, too. She's also been a crankpuss lately and I think the fever she's been sprouting at night might have to do with her teeth. She's not navigated teething well -- she's been out of sorts for each one of her chompers -- so I'm not surprised that if her bottom teeth are getting set to erupt, she's cranky about it.

Yesterday at the girls' tap class, Brigid had to just crawl around the waiting room and would sit in the doorway to the studio. When the music was playing and the girls were all tap tap tapping, she would wave her arms up and down and clap to the beat. She was right on. I see Hula Babies in her future. I think it's a devious ploy by Miss Nancy to keep an unending supply of dance students coming her way -- get 'em when they're young and implant that tune in their heads from the start: "I'm a little hula hula baby, from the land of Waikiki. I can hula and I don't mean maybe. Come with me across the sea...."

UPDATED DECEMBER 2011: This topic has created 25 comments. I need to reiterate to anyone finding this for the first time since I wrote it five years ago: I do not have the song. I do not know who wrote it. It was a demo song the dance school teacher had from probably 60 years ago and still uses for her three-year-old students. She will not give it to me to share. That is all I know. Thank you for your interest and persistence.