The Whole-Head Yawn
Henry can go from this:
to this:
That yawn basically splits his head in half.
Gum
Last night I let Liv know I had a special treat for her. I went to my bag and got a piece of gum. I told her I got it at work.
She said, while looking at the stick, "I'm really good at eating gum. I spit it out!"
I asked where she had the chance to try gum, and she said, "When we had bubble gum ice cream."
My stomach still rolls from the thought of that day where Liv got a HUGE ice cream sunday with milk chocolate sauce on top of bight pink bubblegum ice cream. She'd chew a few chews of the turquoise gum and spit the resulting mess out on her plate. It was really, really gross.
Anyway.
She popped the gum in her mouth and began chewing in a Veruca Salt crossed with a cow style, and began spouting out the following wisdom:
"You need to spit out the gum, not swallow it."
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Henry can't have gum, because he is a baby?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Gum is soft, not crunchy."
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Did they have purple gum at your work?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Did you keep bring ing gum home and forget to give t to me?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Do you see gum at work everyday?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"I wonder what gum is made out of?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"I bet it's mashed potatoes."
Chew. Chew. Chew.
"Why did you give me red gum?"
Chew. Chew. Chew.
* Gum drops to carpet, she picks it up -- covered in dog hair -- pops it back in. *
Chew. Chew. Chew.
Sil
Liv gives high praise when she calls someone "silly." It's even higher praise when she calls you "sil."
"No, sil, you have to pick the car up with your hands!"
"Whoa Bar"
Liv has decided that this turquoise hanger is a "whoa bar." It's a device that hooks to the handle on the ceiling of the car and then she hangs on to it while we drive. This is the second time she has installed it -- the first being six months ago.


