Raspberries everywhere. All the time.
Raspberries are not new - I discussed her new found love of them back in February, and they show up every now and then. She's quite good at them, and even has a variety of them in her arsenal. She has the one where she sticks her tongue out quite a bit, blowing spit every which way. She gets a really great buzz with this one.
She has another that is a little closer to the vest, with her tongue not distended as far, and with far less saliva. A new one, which might not be a raspberry in the technical sense (I would have to consult the rule book), has her lips pressed tightly together, and she tries to blow through them. It is not particularly effective, but it is fun watching her perfect her art.
Today at work, she blew raspberries at Miss Helen, seemingly nonstop for roughly five minutes. She performed them with great glee and was generally in a wonderful mood throughout the day. Except for when she was sleepy and cranky. No good mood to be found then.
Showing off for Miss Helen. You can see the gleam in her eye.
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