This morning I taught Rosanna the sign for 'home'. This afternoon she signed it to me when I told her we were going home. Just like that. It seems like these days I only have to show her a few times before she absorbs a new sign and then *poof* she's pro. Of course signs like 'help' are sort of complicated for small hands, but over the past week it has gone from looking like a spastic hand party to very nearly perfect.
I nearly died this morning when I came home from my first day of work (exhausted after my almost 3 hour shift, not) and Ethan had her at the window, watching me walk up to the house. She was smiling wildly and squealing, and when he opened the door for me she said, "Momma!" and fell into my arms.
Is it just me or this the most amazing time of my life?