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TBD is two years and four months old, and starting to hold converstations.
( Talking, talking )
Fewer I/you confusions, including starting to addressing people as "you" instead of by name. More adjectival sentences -- "It's X" instead of just "X." (Though we have to be careful: "Is helping" means TBD is helping out with something but what sounds like "Is help" means "Please help [me]" -- initial "pl" is a hard phoneme.) Still inconsistant about counting, the eight or so most important colors are solidifying, and more body parts have names. We can now sing along to most of the words to "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," "Baa, baa, black sheep," and the alphabet song (which really brings out how these are all to the same tune).
The game of Hide-and-seek has been discovered, though at this point TBD typically insists that other people do all the hiding. More imaginative and pretend games, mostly ad hoc. Blocks and Duplos are in vogue again, as are chase games. And getting swung up into the air and around.
Books with animals of all kinds, including bugs, work well with this child, as do do books with trucks. Pictures of animals hiding are especially enjoyed. That animals can get seriously hurt is being processed -- we keep returning a page with photos of dead owls in our field guide. But to be fair, books do well with this child -- the coffee table is out of control, for all that we we try to cull it down to the two dozen or so books in highest current interest, and piles still constantly topple over.
And really, the biggest development as far as we're concerned is that, when our Former Sometimes Roommate comes over for dinner, TBD eagerly helps walk her dog around the block, leaving us alone in the house for 20 minutes. By ourselves. Just us. Ahhh.
---L.
Subject quote from "Sunrise" from "Hymns of the Marshes," Sidney Lanier.
( Talking, talking )
Fewer I/you confusions, including starting to addressing people as "you" instead of by name. More adjectival sentences -- "It's X" instead of just "X." (Though we have to be careful: "Is helping" means TBD is helping out with something but what sounds like "Is help" means "Please help [me]" -- initial "pl" is a hard phoneme.) Still inconsistant about counting, the eight or so most important colors are solidifying, and more body parts have names. We can now sing along to most of the words to "Twinkle, twinkle, little star," "Baa, baa, black sheep," and the alphabet song (which really brings out how these are all to the same tune).
The game of Hide-and-seek has been discovered, though at this point TBD typically insists that other people do all the hiding. More imaginative and pretend games, mostly ad hoc. Blocks and Duplos are in vogue again, as are chase games. And getting swung up into the air and around.
Books with animals of all kinds, including bugs, work well with this child, as do do books with trucks. Pictures of animals hiding are especially enjoyed. That animals can get seriously hurt is being processed -- we keep returning a page with photos of dead owls in our field guide. But to be fair, books do well with this child -- the coffee table is out of control, for all that we we try to cull it down to the two dozen or so books in highest current interest, and piles still constantly topple over.
And really, the biggest development as far as we're concerned is that, when our Former Sometimes Roommate comes over for dinner, TBD eagerly helps walk her dog around the block, leaving us alone in the house for 20 minutes. By ourselves. Just us. Ahhh.
---L.
Subject quote from "Sunrise" from "Hymns of the Marshes," Sidney Lanier.