Maggie’s ability to communicate with us has become more and more apparent with each passing day and most recently she has picked up on a few snippets of sign language that we’ve used. The first time she signed ‘more’ to me I almost fell off of my chair. Now, she is signing with emotion mixed in and we’re pretty amazed. We hadn’t planned on using sign language with her, but now that she seems to be catching on I almost want to jog down to the corner store and pick up an ASL manual. I won’t, of course.
One of her favorite games to play with lately is Night-Night. Basically, she’ll put her head down for a moment, act like she’s sleeping and pop up with a huge smile on her face, expecting us to greet her with a hearty, “Good Morning!!”. Which we do, of course. This gets repeated over and over with her big smile growing with each round. Without fail, we end the game laughing because Maggie is such a cheese-ball and her being able to ham-it-up is pretty hilarious.
Just last night I was rubbing her back as she fell asleep in her bed, and I leaned down to kiss her cheek (because it was just SO kissable!) and right after I did it, her eyes popped open! For a split second I regretted kissing her kissable cheek, but then Maggie flashed one of her full-faced grins, happy to be kissed apparently, and dozed off for the final time. I almost had to bite my tongue from letting out a horrible cackle-laugh, which would have for sure woken the sleeping babe. She is so full of happiness, which in turn makes our whole entire family happy.
Aside from the Night Night game and new words showing up with high frequency, Maggie has also discovered the power behind her words, trying on many words for size, favoring words that get results. Just this morning she convinced Barry that she needed MORE cookie….a daughter after her daddy’s heart. He gave it to her, of course.
We had somebody comment to us once about waiting until Maggie is 18 months old, when her personality would ‘really’ show up. Barry put it perfectly when he said that he was a little bit scared of what life will be like at 18 months – because The Littlest Morsel is definitely not lacking in the personality department these days.
