we've been using baby sign language with jude since he was about 6 months old. we started with milk, and now we do: all done, dog, eat, more, mama, and dad. i've read all over about how baby-signing is great, how it helps them communicate earlier, have a larger vocabulary when they do start talking and blah blah blah. i know the benefits. but lord is it frustrating.
we're right at that stage where he WANTS to tell us things but can't talk and refuses to sign. when he gets super desperate he will sometimes sign milk and he yells m-m-m-m-m-moooo when i sign more, clearly understanding what it means, but that's about it. he still only occasionally waves hello or goodbye. he's such an ultra zen personality that i'm not sure he particularly cares right now.
i imagine that baby-signing is a lot like starting a new workout routine. you start and you get on a schedule. you have to do it every day and you just have to keep doing it all the time even though you won't see the results immediately. after a few weeks you're like GODDAMMIT I'VE BEEN RUNNING WHY AREN'T I SKINNIER/FITTER/FASTER!? and you think about quitting. and if you're me, you DO quit, because GODDAMMIT. but if you can make it past that then suddenly SHABAM! the weight loss and fitness happen. but you have to hang in there and keep going long enough to make it to the payout.
that's where i feel like we are with the freaking signing. when! when will this payout happen!? this development stage is challenging me. in between two worlds; he's right on the cusp of so many things, of walking and talking and communicating and playing but not... quite... there... he's frustrated because he isn't quite as independent as he thinks he is and i just want to have a damned conversation already because i can see how close he is, i can taste it and crush it up in my hand and put it in my coffee.
not a baby. not a toddler. not a boy. what ARE you, my little buddhist person, besides angry that i don't know that GARMAMALA !! means you want to go stand up by the laundry basket?