I think Rebecca is attempting her first bit of sign language. Is it “mommy?” “dog?” “more?” Nah. I think my daughter’s first word/sign is “fan.” As in ceiling fan. Not perfect form, of course, and you’d only recognize it if you’re really looking for it. But if that girl sees a fan, that little hand goes up and starts twisting around. I saw her do it with some prompting in our house, as there’s a ceiling fan in the room where we have the changing table. But then she did it today at a store, totally out of nowhere. She just looked up, saw the fan, and started twisting her little hand.
They’re full of imitation these days. Raspberries are always a favorite, but you can also get Rebecca to do a little clicking sound with her tongue, and Daniel will work on emphasis with “ahhhhhAH.” It’s a bathtime favorite. But her quasi-recognizable sign for “fan” may be the first word connected consistently with its actual meaning. Of course, it might be that she’s trying to tell me all sorts of things, like “da-da-da” means dog and “da-DA-DA-da” means “I prefer cheddar to mozzerella, thank you.” But she’ll have to forgive me, I’m a little slow on the uptake.
But I’m going to go out on a limb and declare that my daughter’s first recognizable sign is, indeed, “fan.” Now if she could just master “change my diaper,” we’d be in business. I guess I have my motivation to keep signing to them, though.