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Tube and sign language

Stuck in the tube, friday 8.30am. Hqd planned to get in earlier but there is a train with no movement on the jubilee line. At least the driver is keeping us in a relatively good spirit and happy to spend Valentine's with us. 'I wish i got information to tell you' but at least he keeps sharing and trying to avoid bad mood and frustration. 'I hope the people staying on the platform can take the next train where I am sure people will be just equally beautiful and eagerly to take them as the people on this train."

Anyway - I believe i am on a learning spree. First, baby sign language. And i am certainly impressed by it. I am impressed with so much of it! First, I am negatively impressed about how this is mot taught at school, allowing us to be truly more inclusive with one another. Furthermore, i am impressed about how sign language is not universal. I found out while I was researching courses for baby sign language that there is bsl and asl - and therr i was thinking i could spend a saturday afternoon with no acronyms but not really. British and American sign language, that is what it stands for, in case you were wondering. 
So we went for British, in case I ever find a course in the area, all seem to be in far far away land UK. And we bought a 6-weeks sign language course, and we are paddling along. We go in small steps learning the first few words - dummy, food, milk - hoping not to look to dumb as we do it and wondering whether C is even seeing us. Good over achievers we are, we go for more than the 6 words  and 1 song the course offers per week and have a look at more words in the dictionary. Animals are good as she does those all the time - pig, cow, sheep, duck, dog, cat. And they are all so simple and so obvious that we wonder why we have not done this before. 
And less than 3 weeks later, with less than perfect teaching from us, there she is - she has asked for food, for the dumny, for water (not easy) and for more! That is her new favourite while she is eating some sweet fruit. 

I wonder what it takes for more people to do this. Is it just because i am a learner? She can't speak but she can already communicate. Goal achieved!
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