I'll be honest, we are not a baby-signing family. I kind of wish we were. I have a book of signs for babies. We've watched Signing Time quite a bit. But I lack the consistency. As in, I usually forget to accompany my words with a physical motion of any sort.
Our older two both eventually learned "More," "Food," and "Please" so we could survive feeding time. Anyone knowing our kids wouldn't be surprised by that combination of words. (Don't worry, we did teach them "All done" too).
Joseph, however, seems to have figured something out. Even if it's not technically correct.
When he reached the age of six months, we considered this to be the appropriate age for his first swats - nothing serious, just a small slap to the back of the hand when he touches something we prefer he wouldn't or to the leg when he's heading into a room where he doesn't need to be. A firm "No" accompanied by a little swat (not even enough to draw a whimper) are typically all it takes for him to switch directions.
Eventually, though, much as I remember his older sister doing, upon hearing the word "No" as he crawled away, he began to stop, sit up, look at me, and slap his lap. He knew what I was saying. And he wanted me to know it (also that he could handle the discipline himself, thankyouverymuch).
Today, though, was the first time I had noticed a similar reaction when caught touching what shouldn't be touched by baby fingers.
"Joseph, no." I stated.
He looked at me, clapped and smiled, so proud of himself. He was slapping his own hand, his own way. And it was darn cute. Philip agreed when he saw the same thing later that evening.
Now, he won't clap just to clap. Only when we say "No". As if it's a Sign. Clearly that's what that little two-letter word means - "Let's Clap!"
What was really great, though, was later in the evening when Philip was antagonizing his littlest son (frustrating the children seems to be one of his favorite past-times) by putting his daddy hands all in Joseph's face. And then Joseph clapped.
"I think he's telling me no!"
I think so, my dear. I think so.
975. What once was lost, now is found (My camera is back!)
976. Melting crayons into something new
977. Creating a care package - mailing love
978. Her licking a stamp - apparently the old is not lost.
After a hard-core effort this evening, my camera was finally found, after I remembered we took photos at an air show two weeks ago and I hadn't seen those pictures - erego, it was misplaced at the same time. Sure enough, it was found in Philip's coat pocket. That's what happens when the temperatures drop suddenly and then pick back up, leaving the coats in the closets for weeks.
At the air show, me and my boys.
Love this face.
Standing on his own for the first time!
He loves his brother.
One of the few moments they were paying attention to what was happening in the air.
Joey and I were interested, at least.