Mary graduated from nearly eight months of day care with several original pieces of artwork, a close-knit group of baby confidants. an iron immunity, and one piece of baby sign language: the word more.
While the framework for this language acquisition was likely learned around the Cheerio distribution circle, Mary has creatively applied the command to all aspects of her life. If she likes something, she offers immediate feedback by signing and asking for 'more.'
Over the past week, as we vacationed in Seabrook Island, South Carolina, 'more' was the order of most every hour.
More bikes and more boats.
And more people to share them with.
More poooooool. And more jumping in it.
More corn bread.
And lots more ice cream.
Definitely more Yaya.
More everyone really.
More horsies. More doggies. More feeesh.
More big houses.
More sun filled days with Mommy and Daddy.
More really big trees.
Her enthusiasm eventually reached me as I found myself asking for more pink skies.
More days spent outside of my in-box. And with the people I love.
Turns out it was an easier exchange than I thought. Vacation apparently worked. We had inherently lost track of time and with it, our flight. As we missed our boarding time and found a place to stay, Mary's final plea for more came true. So here's to one more night of vacation.