When I'm spoon feeding the girls, I will at times make a whipping/whooshing sound when I bring the next spoonful up to their mouths. The sound is essentially the two-part whipping sound, only without the second "Tsssch" portion. "Wwwhhhuuuuoouuogghhh". I always make it throaty and loud, and it has a great success rate for making them laugh and eat the bite.
A couple days ago I was feeding them something, but there was no spoon in sight, it was all finger food. For no particular reason, with no warning, I did the sound: "Wwwhhhhoooouugh". Abby's mouth popped wide open in an instant.
Pavlov would be proud.
Bonus content! I hate Dateline NBC's Keith Morrison, like, a lot. But I also love him and, like the proverbial car wreck that his reporting is, I can't stop watching. I just watched 13 minutes of Dateline tonight and promptly vomited; that's the body's natural response to Keith Morrison. I found a nice SNL parody of him and added it below. Good times. If you know who Keith Morrison is. If not...maybe not very funny.
Day one hundred and thirteen.
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