Saturday, November 28, 2009

Sign Me a Song

Those who know me have a pretty good idea how much into signing I really am. I'd always been interested in it, but I never really took the time to learn it properly until I had Marguerite. My knowledge extended as far as the songs I learned to sign in camp and Sunday School. When I became a mom, it was a foregone conclusion that I would be signing to my baby. Marguerite learned to do her first sign at 8 months, but believe me, I started signing to her when she was but a newborn. That's just how much of a signing fool I really am. Thankfully, Marguerite didn't lose her signs when she became verbal. Talk about keeping those signs! She even signs (and talks) in her sleep. Marguerite doesn't sign all the time though. I notice that she does it to entertain herself or to drive home a point (like if she feels that I haven't been paying attention to her, she'll scream whatever it is that she wants, hands signing furiously). The plan is to just keep on signing away. Of course, I see videos like this (Pearl Jam's "Given to Fly" in a concert in Missouri) and I just get more inspired:





And then Glee comes up with this episode (The New Directions jamming with their competition from the Haverbrook School for the Deaf) and my commitment to signing is further reinforced. Sorry, couldn't embed a video as all of the videos I found had embedding disabled. Glee, sigh, Glee. It could prove to be lethal to the hormonal. In a split second, you switch from howling with laughter to bawling like a baby. And back. Just over and over until the hour is through. And maybe some more after that, like aftershocks of an earthquake.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hello. And Bye.