Sometimes, yes. It's a little weird to see.
Last night I interpreted a jumble of words and signs for Jason. Light, off, eyes, surprised. Oh! His favorite page in Goodnight, Gorilla.
I know that "eee eye eee eee eye eeee ooh" is the Farmer in the Dell. I know "nee nee" is singing and "bapap" is backpack.
I didn't know he knew the sign for "help" until he did it just now, because he'd dropped a toy behind a cabinet.
I know when he's sad or hurt or hungry, when he wants a banana or a cookie, and I know because he tells me.
There's so much I don't know about this motherhood thing and every day I'm reminded that I've yet to really learn who Noah really is, as his own little person.
So much to learn. Together. What an amazing gift and a privilege.
Happy Birthday to the coolest little boy I know.