I’m such a winner
How cool is this? Tracy, whose blog I love (and not only because she’s brave enough to admit to the world that she loves her minivan) gave me the Lemonade Award, which is so incredibly sweet of her! “You have been nominated for your Great Attitude and/or Sincere Gratitude you have shown through your adoption journey!”
I’ve been delinquent in responding to the award because there are rules involved and I have a bit of a dilemma. Here are the rules…
1. Put the logo on your blog or post.
2. Nominate at least 10 blogs that show attitude and/or gratitude.
3. Be sure to link to your nominees within your post.
4. Let them know they have received this award by commenting on a post.
5. Nominate your favorites and link to this blog.
See, I have a large number of nominees, but sadly many of them have already been nominated. Additionally, the people I would dearly love to nominate and link to have password-protected blogs, so I cannot share them with you (you know who you are). So, I’m still debating who I’m going to nominate, but I wanted to let Tracy know how much I appreciated her thinking of me!
My little manipulator
Grandma and grandpa arrived here Saturday and Oscar has been hamming it up since about 15 minutes after their arrival. Aside from “talking,” he has been showing off his ability to sign. He has about 20 words in his signing vocabulary, and pretty much every single one of them has worked its way into his conversations. The transformation is amazing.
Nanny Norma and I were talking last week about how frustrating it was that we knew he knew the signs to certain words, but he refused to use them. Not anymore. Now he’s signing up a storm. This might be because he seems to realize that he’ll actually get what he’s signing now. It used to be the case that he would sign cookie or cracker at T@rget on the weekend, but obviously I didn’t hand over the goods. Now? He signs cookie and grandma says, “ooh, he’s signing cookie. do you want a cookie, Oscar? oh, here’s a cookie for you,” with grandpa standing next to them beaming and saying “that boy is smart as a whip.” People, you’ve been played. Actually, they know they’ve been played, and they remark on how smart he is to know how to manipulate them. It is good to be the only grandson.
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