Skip to main content

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.

###

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.

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

With baby comes packing (and a lot of it)

Willow, Che and I are traveling to see the grandparents, aunts, cousins and Mos (or is it Moes or is it Mo's or is it Moses?) in Henderson, Tenn., this weekend. And that brings up one of the big differences between being a couple without kids and being a couple with kids: packing for travel (they even have an app for that, God bless us packing-weary parents). Back in my pre-child days, packing hardly mattered, probably taking up 1 zillionth of a tenth of a percent of my brain capacity to do (six days equals six days of socks and underwear plus some T-shirts, some shorts, a pair or two of pants, put on some shoes, throw in some toothpaste, and I was off). That's hardly the case anymore. Take, for example, if you have a spit-up-prone baby. Do you take two burp clothes, four, eight or, maybe, 16? Better take 24. And how many diapers do you take? Or wipes? Do I need to take baby medicine? Is it going to be cold or warm or cold and warm or warm and hot then ... AACK!!! You get t...

Willow's morning of play, play, play exhausts poor, old Dad

Willow's playtime universe continues to grow. Rapidly. Witness. In the midsummer heat, I take Willow out to our shaded backyard in the morning to play. And play she does. She climbed into her swing first. After I pushed her for a while, I got her out of the swing and put her in her wagon so she could help me convey bags of sand from the garage to the backyard to fill her sandbox (part of her new swing set) and her water table sandbox. She took rake and shovel and played in the sandbox for a bit. Then she waddled over to the deck and started to climb the steps to get to the water table. She played in the sand a bit, but most of her time was used dipping water up and out of the water part of the water table. Most the water ended up all over her. After that she wanted off the deck to go back to swinging. Instead I retrieved the new tricycle Cherish procured from a Franklin recycle center and cleaned it up. Willow loved the trike, holding on to the handle bars while I pushed her...

Willow's tooth-brushing goes from rocky to rocking

Willow has been giving us fits for months now about brushing her teeth before bed. She's usually better brushing her teeth in the morning, meaning it's less like wrestling an alligator for me, but at night before bed, she turns into the Tasmanian Devil. We've tried making the tooth-brushing as fun as possible for her, but I usually end up holding her against her will while I try, mostly in vain, to pry the toothbrush into her clamped-shut mouth. Sometimes we give up. We've tried singing to her. Dancing. Story-telling. Tickling. Nothing has really worked. But Mommy might have hit on the solution. A singing toothbrush. Yesterday Mommy brought home a toothbrush that belts out Queen singing "We Will Rock You." This toothbrush ROCKS! And Willow loves it. We tried it out last night, and on the inaugural brushing, Willow brushed her teeth successfully all by herself. She danced the whole time too. And I stayed bruise free (I also, surprisingly, had more energ...