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November 19, 2004

It's official: Gus has signed!

A few days ago I was certain Gus had signed his first sign, cheerio. I had signed it, then he signed it. I rejoyced, but since then he hasn't spontaneously signed cheerio.

BUT.

Tonight Gus spontaneously, and frequently, signed 'Zeppo'. Zeppo is our pup, to remind you all, and Gus is in love. When we pulled into the garage tonight, we ended up sitting in the car for a few minutes, in the dark, listening to 'This American Life' on NPR. Gus was still for a moment, then out came his pointy finger as he swished it back and forth in the air in front of him. See, Zeppo's name sign is drawing the letter Z in front of you. I then asked, 'where's Zeppo?' To this he replied with the sign again. But wait, that's not all. He did it again once we were inside and he was playing with her. I love that he's starting to make these associations, and I love that Zeppo is getting her time in the spotlight.

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Today was my last day at McDougal... it was quite the whirlwind, which I think was good for me. I'm so sentimental, goodbyes are hard, so being busy was a good thing. The department had a little party for me, full of yummy chocolate goodness, and we were able to reminisce about my time there. I feel lucky to have worked with such great people there.

Now my brain is turning towards Monday. I'm really excited. But before that: laundry. Maybe Gus can swiffer under the couch for me.

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Tonight we had dinner at Cosi. I met John and Gus there after getting off the train. When I first took Gus, he was so excited to see me that he couldn't help but hug me again and again. Holy melting heart all over the floor, batman. Man, he's going to use that on me when he's older and it's going to work.

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The scariest thing about tonight?

When I took Gus up to bed, I stayed in the doorway so I could watch what he was doing.

THE BOY CAN STAND. A lot. He was constantly pulling himself up to standing, arms hanging over the sides. I couldn't leave as I was afraid he was going to step up on the bumper and climb out.

Tomorrow: lowering the crib, removing the bumper. Please make it work.

xo
janna

Posted by janna at November 19, 2004 11:43 PM