/ˈpɛtrɪn/
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#2: /p/ | |
Lips | The lips start together. Then they separate. |
Teeth | There is a separation between the teeth. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#3: /ɛ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue tip touches the back of the bottom front teeth. The middle part of the tongue arches up towards the roof of the mouth. |
Jaw | The jaw drops. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#4: /t/ | |
Tongue | The tongue will come up. The front part will touch the roof of the mouth behind the top teeth. Then it will pull down to release the air. |
Teeth | The teeth are together. Then they separate. |
Air | Air passes through the mouth. First, the air stops. Then, it flows. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords do not vibrate. |
#5: /r/ | |
Tongue | The tongue forms an arch near the roof of the mouth. It does not touch any part of the mouth. |
Air | The air flows through a narrow space in your mouth. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#6: /ɪ/ | |
Tongue | The tongue raises high in the mouth. It moves to the front of the mouth. Then the tip of the tongue moves behind the bottom front teeth. The tongue remains relaxed in the front of the mouth. |
Lips | The lips separated and relaxed. |
Jaw | The jaw drops and the mouth opens a little bit. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
#7: /n/ | |
Tongue | Your tongue is against the ridge behind the top teeth. |
Air | The air flows through the nose. |
Vocal Chords | The vocal cords vibrate. |
Petrin? More like pet-grin!
Petrin picked a peck of perfectly plump pumpkins to prepare pumpkin pie for his parents' party, but the playful puppies played pranks and pilfered the prized produce.
Romantic love allows you to focus mating energy. Attachment sustains that relationship as long as necessary to raise your baby.
Helen Fisher
roʊˈmæntɪk lʌv əˈlaʊz ju tu ˈfoʊkəs ˈmeɪtɪŋ ˈɛnərʤi əˈtæʧmənt səˈsteɪnz ðæt riˈleɪʃənˌʃɪp æz lɔŋ æz ˈnɛsəˌsɛri tu reɪz jʊər ˈbeɪbi