Texas’ school was accomodating enough to begin the process of teaching him baby sign but without letting me know – which turned into kind of a little game – for two weeks my son pointed his plump little finger at his plump little palm and looked at me with a strange little look – and for two weeks like a trained seal I would laugh and do it back to him….not knowing until another parent pointed out that he was actually signing ‘more’. Since then it has been a rollercoaster of innuendo and second guessing each and every sniffle, toe tap and blink.

Is he saying something to us?

He just rubbed his knee – get the book out and look it up – quick he could be hurt!

Some times I think he might just be messing with me now – like he has caught on to the idiocy of the whole thing and it throwing me off his scent with random foot waves and arbitrary finger-pointing.

My favorite is the new afternoon teacher at his school who will proudly show for me how he can sign things like ‘please’ and ‘no’ – words that he mastered some months ago and is now oddly being encouraged to stop speaking and simply sign instead. Looking forward to moving onto really important signs to come  like – baboon and discotech.