Her first lie?

Sometimes we want to play with Sophie in her room. Sometimes we're tired of running after her in our imperfectly childproofed house (she keeps reaching new heights!). Sometimes she really wants to get out of her room.

One of her signs is "feed me"--which is good for signaling hunger. When she signs "feed me" we all go out into the living room to find her some food.

Lately she's been signing "feed me" a lot when she's tired of being in her room.

Sometimes she doesn't seem too interested in eating when we get out to the living room.

Nap time!

It is a minor miracle that I can give my daughter a bottle, put her in her sleep sack, tell her it's nap time and leave the room.

And she doesn't protest. She totally bought it!

Diaper time!

So! Much! Corn!

Still or sparkling water?

She's reached an annoying stage wherein she both signs and moans plaintively.

I looked in the mirror while driving home from the grocery store today. She was grunting urgently and signing "more". Blueberries.

"I know, Sophie, but I'm driving."

This did not placate her.

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So anywho, I had just taken a sip of water when Sophie started whining meaningfully and pointing to my glass.

"You want water?" I asked, and tipped the glass so that she could wriggle her tongue around just inside the rim while taking little swallows--this, for some disgusting reason, being her method of drinking from cups.

Just as she started to drink, I considered that I had been drinking sparkling water and that Sophie would not be expecting this.

She jerked her head back and regarded the glass solemnly.

I chuckled and took a drink myself. As I did so, her expression changed to something like horrified incredulity--an expression I would like to characterize as a "You've got to be F-ing Sh-ing me" stare, if this were not a family blog.

Really, I wish I could have captured that look on film.

I spewed water all over the place, which restored her to her former good humor.

Her third joke--a sophisticated pun!

Brushing our teeth together in the mirror--one of her favorite parts of the evening--Sophie stops and looks at me. Then she takes the toothbrush out of her mouth and puts it to her head as if she were brushing her hair.

We giggle delightedly.

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She's got walking pretty much down, and is now working on running.

Also, she's started walking on her tip-toes. Just 'cause she can, apparently.

Still doesn't leave the ground when she tries to jump, though.

More! More!

She's signing enthusiastically, but sometimes opaquely.

"More" is a favorite. More what? Sometimes we don't know. But she sure wants more of it.

More, just general, you know, life experience--seems to be her intent.

I think she thinks "More" means "give me that thing or do that thing that I would like now".

She's very exasperated when her parents can't understand what she means.