Notes from Today
I took the kids to “Gentle Touch” at a local park today. J looked at the barn cat and said “Cuh” as he headed right towards her. That makes “cat” his first non-mama/dada/nana word. It actually amazes me how a human being is able to recognize that random sounds apply to things, and not just to specific things but to general things. Thus he has figured out that “cat” means not just our cat but new cats he has never seen before. Language acquisition really is fascinating.
After J handed my chewed up chicken and I had him place it on a place I said “thank you.” He repeated it back to me: “dank ooo.” Now, I know he is parroting. I am not one of those crazy people who are convinced by nonsense that their child is a special, gifted snowflake. Both J and F are likely to be precocious in some ways because they are growing up with college educated parents who read to them and focus a lot of attention on them, though, actually, speaking does not appear to be one of those precocious areas. Climbing. They are precocious at getting onto unsafe surfaces and egging one another on to new trouble. At any rate, early precocity is no indication of giftedness. I stood early and spoke late. Based on that I should be an illiterate ballerina.
J also said “dank oo” in the bath after I said it to him.
F handed me a book to read. J decided he wanted me to read a different book and handed me his choice. When I insisted on finishing the first book he reached over and closed it.
September 27th, 2007 05:49
“Special, gifted snowflake” MADE MY MORNING.
September 27th, 2007 10:03
Those who climb usually are really intelligent. The hobby, I think because it’s a sport made for introverts, is full of engineers, scientists, IT guys, etc.
And then there’s me.
September 27th, 2007 10:26
If I call and leave a message saying to James & Fiona this is grandma chrissy, please play it over and over so when I get there they will both be saying “grandma chrissy”. Let me klnow if this plan works for you.
September 27th, 2007 10:42
Don’t assume he’s NOT saying thank you! I think it totally counts. Parroting is speaking too!
and don’t be surprised if he starts including other animals into the category of cat. this is classic Piaget stuff.
September 27th, 2007 16:29
Pann’s SO right! My daughter’s first word was “dog”. (We had a lab/chow mix who was very protective of her and hovered a lot, so “dog” won out.) But then anything with four legs was a “dog” for a while. And it was, “Not a dog. See the long neck? That’s a giraffe.” Watching her language progression both cracked me up and fascinated me.
An illiterate ballerina. YOU crack me up and fascinate me, too, and I don’t even have to change your diaper.