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Seeing the signs

I've been working with Willow on sign language for months (on a VERY leisurely pace).
The fruits of that labor finally paid off on Monday.
Willow can sign!
Cherish went into Willow's room Monday morning after our little girl woke up, and Willow greeted Mommy with a clear sign, "milk."
The sign for milk is like this: Imagine milking a cow with your right hand, opening and squeezing shut your hand as if you were squeezing a cow's teat.
Willow was doing that. And she did it this morning too.
I've also been working with her on "eat," "all done," "all gone" and "more" in addition to the signs every baby makes, such as "bye, bye" and clapping.
When she picks up on one of those others, we'll start some more signs.
But now we're happy she's mastered the one. Got milk? Willow wants to know.

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Here are other things Willow is up to:
- She can stand for minutes at a time and creep along furniture and walls. On rare occasions she'll try to scramble from one piece of furniture to another (she usually falls before she gets there, but not always).
- She can crawl very fast.
- She opens EVERYTHING. Doors. Drawers. Cabinets. Bags.
- She claps and points.
- Her favorite food is bananas (well, except for puffs). She also likes pickles, blueberries, peas and CHEESECAKE!!! She does not like avocado, mashed potatoes or hummus. She eats pretty much what Mommy and Daddy eat, within reason.
- She prefers to feed herself.
- She's spending more time with her toys and has started to like dolls.
- She drives Daddy nuts by pulling the Blu-ray and Roku out from under the TV.
- She's less fussy on the changing table.
- She'd rather be on the ground than in your arms.
- She'd rather sleep alone.
- She is the world's best sleeping baby. Bar none. I won't go into detail because you'll be insanely jealous.
- She loves to go out front and watch the kids play in the street after school.
- She loves to go to the park and swing and slide, though she spends most of the time watching other kids.
- She prefers bigger kids over smaller ones.
- She mimics toddlers.
- At Gymboree, she's learned to go up and down ramps and is learning going up steps. She loves to push the inflatable log and playing on and under the parachute.
- She still likes to go walking with Daddy.
- Her favorite time of day is mornings with Mommy or bath time with Mommy.

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