You know you're in trouble when you hear your middle name.

Cute little Livy-isms are getting so frequent around our house that I forget to blog about them. A few nights ago Toddler O and a number of our family members were eating dinner outside enjoying spring. We all had our grilled meats and veggies and O had her's too with the standard sippy cup of milk as well. O has recently gotten a habit of swishing her milk around in her mouth. I guess it makes that cool sound that only you can hear from the inside of your head. Anyway, some of her "swishing" milk got out and hit Hot Wife. Oops!

Why is it when parents get angry they call you by your WHOLE name? Given first name, middle, and last. No middle initial. Well, in classic parent fashion, Hot Wife began her discipline with... OLIVIA... ANN... and before she could get out the rest, Toddler O exclaimed "DUFFEEEEEY!" with the kind of exuberance you'd find from someone who thought they'd win something if they got it right. If you're a parent you understand the struggle not to laugh at events like this and Hot Wife kept her cool while the rest of us snickered.

Other than the wisecracks from Toddler O, things have been pretty steady lately. I have re-learned that pretending to feed Dora helps O eat her meals. This was a trick I thought we had graduated from months ago but it has returned and very handy.

I'm sure we'll have more -isms to write about next time.