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Baby Sign Language – A First Result!

I thoroughly urge every parent of a baby to consider giving this a go. You don’t need any expertise or experience, just need a baby, and a bit of patience!

My wife introduced me to the concept of baby sign language before our baby was born and I was immediately taken with the concept.  We got a copy of the book, “My First Signs“.  And along with time and aforementioned patience, that is the only investment you need.

Before I go further, I admit it.  Our baby only knows one sign.

The sign is for milk.  Pretty damn important as far as she is concerned.  She is now 10 months old and for several months we have been signing milk (open hand, clench fist, repeat – if we have understood the diagram correctly).  Just the other night we had out first break through.

With Holly on my wife Shelley’s lap, she was due her evening bottle.  Being the competent father I am 😉 I was ready with the bottle.  I bought it to her and in my baby-communicating-over-emphasising way I said, “milk”, whilst holding out the bottle and making the usual sign with my fist.  Holly twisted around, raised her arm, and clearly and purposefully; opened and clenched her fist, three times, returning the sign.

Naturally my wife and I were overjoyed.  Seven months we’d been trying this (though I have sinve read that babies only really pick up signing from seven or eight months) and in that moment it was all worth it.  Naturally we then had an hour long battle to get her to bed, but the signing moment was just one of the special snippets of time that you know will stay with you forever.

Magically, in the morning, Holly again signed along with us at milk time, and then the following evening she went just a tad further.  At 7pm, pretty much her usual bottle time she started her usual whining.  We asked her, without signing, “what do you want Holly?”

Naturally she had only one response, milk.

Restraining the gaming urge.

OK.  So here’s the rub.  Games.  Lots of them.  Lots of games, no time.

I’ve learned over the years, that part of gaming – for me – is the experience of new things.  When a new game comes out I want to play it, experience it, see what it has to offer, get a feel for it.  Then, once I’m over the initial euphoria the game has to be really good, I have to be really involved, else I will move on, and quickly.  I have a knack of not finishing games.  The games I haven’t completed form a long list.  But there’s so much more out there to experience…

I am awakened to this.  It not only costs money, but my time is now so limited that experiences with games are flirting, an hour here, an hour there.  Why the hell I got involved with Dragon Age: Origins I’ll never know!  Great game though.  Am hoping to put in another hour or two over the weekend whilst the baby is in bed and my wife is on a hen do.  And not buy Red Dead Redemption.  Repeat.  Not buy Red Dead Redemption. If only just to epxerience that open world gameplay in the wild West. I know where this ends.  I finished GTA III.  But Vice City, San Andreas, GTA IV…they all remain incomplete.

Here’s to hoping that by writing this I can help constrain myself.

Until I can get my hands on Super Mario Galaxy 2…

Some time later that day…

I drafted the first part of this post a few hours back.  On my lunch I hopped onto Metacritic and checked out the reviews for Red Dead Redemption.  Sounds awesome.  Too awesome to miss.  How is one supposed to resist the urge when reviewers are posting comments such as:

An exceptional achievement

Although this is said of almost every single new Rockstar product, Red Dead Redemption is arguably their best effort to date

A masterpiece not to be missed.

An awe-inspiring game.

Well, the weekend draws nigh, so while my lovely other half is away, can I manage an all night gaming session – just like the old days – knowing I have the (very welcome) responsibility of a 10 month old daughter the next day?


This blog is about coping.  Coping with the urges of being a gamer, when you’re a Dad (and a new one in my case), husband, career-man.  When the spoils of time available in youth are gone, and you have just moved on a bit and have other responsibilities, and indeed other interests.  This blog is also about those other interests, and any other gumph that spills out.

Hello World.  — lamecouldn’t resist…once a programmer, always a programmer.