I saw the signs

SO... I threw on my "mom jeans" this morning (just kidding!!!) and took Colin to the library for story time. It said "two to three years old" and so I figured it would be a stretch for him, but who cares, because it's a BEAUTIFUL library in an insanely scenic setting (say that five times fast!), and I wasn't ready to work out at the Y yet.

We walked in and followed the stroller-bearing moms and grandmas. And I ran into... my buddy/former co-worker Rufus! I swear, not even 23 hours earlier, I was talking with two co-workers about "where's Rufus, did he fall off the face of the Earth, why hasn't anyone heard from him..." and there he was with his daughter! Turns out he goes to story time with her every Wednesday.

His daughter and Colin enjoyed chasing each other around after story time, and Rufus and I had a good talk (in SEE). The piece de resistance (sorry for the lack of accent marks) was when we were about to leave and Colin starting signing for a cracker. Rufus understood him! Then I told him we'd go home and have a tortilla, and he signed that as well. Then Rufus signed, "Are you hungry?" and Colin nodded "yes"! Rufus totally flipped! So that was a wonderful compliment - a Deaf person understood Colin's signs, and Colin understood another signer. It was a happy morning for Mama.