'Moothe

Gulliver loves smoothies. He walks in the kitchen, over to the blender, points up and says, "moothe."

I usually try to make his smoothie while he is still in bed because he doesn't like the sound of the blender and he cries and cries until it is turned off.  Kind of takes the fun out of the treat.

But last week, he walked over to the blender and said, "moothe" right before lunch.  So we gave it a try.  He stood right behind me, watching me take load the fruit and fixin's into the blender. I turned to him and said, "Ready?  I'm going to count to 3 and then turn on the blender. It's going to be loud." He nodded his head yes.

"1..."
He looks at me.

"2..."
He runs across the room to the window, as far away as he could get.

"3..."
He smiled while his delicious smoothie was blended. No crying whatsoever.