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Sven's First Sign

Yesterday morning, Sven used his first sign: "All done."

He was standing up in the high chair, so I sat him back down.  Then I asked, "Are you all done?  Would you like to get down?"

I reached to grab his hands and help him say "all done".  But before I could get there, he was flipping them back and forth and making an approximation of the sounds all on his own!  So I swooped him up, kissed him, and took him for a bath.  He was very happy.  That was exactly what he had wanted.

Then, this morning, he used the sign for "more" while making a very distinctive "mo" sound.  However, he did not actually want more.  When I tried to give him another bite of cereal, he pursed his lips and turned away.  So I asked, "Are you all done?"  Once again, he lifted up his hands and flipped them: palms in, palms out, palms in, palms out.  I put down the spoon and lifted him out of the high chair.

This is such a fun age!  He is learning so much.  It's fun to see him trying to communicate with sounds and signs.  He is also learning to understand what my communication means.  He has started putting his toys away when I sing the "clean up" song, coming to me when I call him, and backing down from tempting items when I say "no".  At least, sometimes.

He also loves to copy my sounds.  It won't be long before he is talking up a storm!  This is just the beginning.

Comments

Oozaroo said…
Aww, baby signs! How cute is that!

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