Pompelmo

I’d say it’s time for a rundown of what 18-month-old Big Boy Nate is saying these days.  We’ve got, in alphabetical order: agua, all done, apple, baba, ba(ll), bir(die), boo(k), button, bye-bye, dada, ho(t), JJ, mama, nigh-nigh, upordown, up, and mo(re).  Plus we get tongue clack galloping (when asked what a horsey says).  And canine-esque panting (when asked what a doggie says).  He’s completely forgotten his sign for “more”, which as you may recall, was actually the sign for “you owe me…. now pay up.”  The only sign language left seems to be the “all done” jazz hands.

Two weekends ago, James was sitting on the side steps drinking an Italian grapefruit soda.  Of course the baby birdie wanted some.  His thirst was insatiable.  James says, “Show me the sign.  Show me the sign, Nate.”  This request used to result in the “more” hand gesture.

So James keeps saying it and saying it until finally, Nate looks at the soda, pumps his fist at it in frustration and then points into his open mouth.

James is just lucky… there’s a different hand gesture that comes to my mind.