So much for baby sign language
Up until this week, Drake has never liked to hold hands. He either has wanted two-handed support, or none at all. In the past couple days, though, he sticks out his hand and looks at me expectantly, so I can help guide him as we walk over bumpy sidewalk on the way to the park.
He still has no words, though he sometimes sounds like he’s imitating us when we say “Touchdown!” It sounds suspiciously like “uh-oh” though, so I’m not convinced.
Also, he is able to make the “ah-ah” sound in imitation of ha-ha–sounds like Nelson Muntz, from the Simpsons.
When he first did the “ah-ah,” I aspirated the H trying to get him to put the sounds together, “heh, heh”. So he huffed out “heh, heh” but did not combine for “ha, ha.”
Tonight at dinner, I was signing to him, asking if he wanted more banana. I felt proud of myself that I knew both signs.
He threw up both his arms.
Touchdown!