The LIttle Girl Who Wasn't SO Little Any Longer

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Pukes

Last night Liv coughed so much she "puked." (Liv loves the word puke, using it over and over and over.) Earlier in the evening she insisted I get out the silver bowl, which she carried around with her. Unfortunately, her two pukes hit me and the sheets. After her first puke, she jumped up and said "Yech! Puke!" And then started to give me play by play commentary on how she puked, what came out, etc., as though I wasn't there. The second time, she said "Yech! Puke! My Dinner!" She paused a few moments and said "No Beans!" She's a proud puker! It's almost as though it 's a badge. Other great puke-related conversation: "Old people and babies and kids and dogs and cats puke, right?"

Day Dreams While Sick

Livvy woke up this a.m., and sat quietly on the couch looking at the ceiling. I asked her what she was doing. She said, "...thinking of something in my head." I asked what of. And she said "...I'm thinking of a playhouse we can put in our back yard. It will have a silver fence and a golden gate and a lock that I can turn like this (motioning) to close the gate and it will be big enough for henry." She pauses. "No. We will get one for him, too. Smaller, though. With no gate. And mine will have a turquoise roof... and a pink heart on the door that says 'Olivia,' but it won't be filled in, because I want to fill it with sparkly paint." Then she nodded her head for a while, while looking whistfully at the ceiling.

Building Crazy Towers with Liv

Ten seconds later, Henry showed up...
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