one!
Hard to believe it’s been a whole year. Back then, all she could do was eat, sleep, and poop. Now, she can walk. And talk! She knows I’m “Daddy” (actually, sometimes anything bigger than her is “Dajjy”), Mommy is “Baba,” sister is “Adeeeeee,” and a cat or anything else you have to be gentle with is “Sof’.”
Some parents teach their children a simplified sign language. In our case, Robin taught us her own signs. A tug of the ear means, “I’m hungry.” Slapping the knees simultaneously means, “Yes, very amusing.” Slapping the knees alternately means, “You’ve got about three seconds to pick me up or I start shrieking.” And when she grabs her bare belly at bath time, we’re pretty sure she’s saying, “I appear not to be wearing a shirt any more. I find this hilarious for some reason.”
We did manage to get a couple of our signs to sink in with her. The standard stuff you’d expect: point at the mouth for “Eat,” touch the hands together for “More,” and reach out one-handed to say, “Give me that.” But my favorite sign that she picked up from us is this: when we do our best Homer Simpson and say, Don’t stop a-rockin’! she grins wildly and shakes her head from side to side.