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larryhammerTBD is three years and two months old. We're having more and more days of being easily frustrated by Everything Being All Wrong. But I repeat myself.
Achievements recently unlocked include: independent narrated play (holding both sides of a conversation with toys), answering when a stranger asks "What's your name?", eviction of the booster seat when we're eating at home, eviction of scary monsters by drawing them and so trapping them in the paper, desire for improvised self-inserted bedtime storytelling ("Talk about my X day"), ambivalence to thunder, songs with both words and tune invented, basic wordplay jokes, Candyland, and flipping standard-height light switches while standing on the floor.
(Speaking of achievements, I've had to adjust the verses of "We Shall Overcome" as sung at bedtime to match current aspirations. Currently the cycle starts with "We shall overcome," "We'll not be afraid," and "We shall all hold hands" (all canonical), then "We'll go straight to sleep," then as many of "We shall dress ourselves," "We'll pedal our bike," and "We shall drive a truck" as needed to extend the song, then always "We shall grow up strong," ending with canon again with "We shall all be one.")
Pretend play all over the place, including a phase (sparked by a newborn down the block) of taking care of a baby, sometimes with the doll named Baby but just as often imaginary. Lots of injuries and trips to the hospital, in ambulances, for people and stuffies. Plus, as mentioned above, growing independent play with toys, narrated aloud in a soft enough voice I usually can't make out what's happening (though the "Oh no!" when something falls is pretty clear). Contrariwise, playing a game with set rules and turns is also a major milestone (Candyland was consciously chosen as a starter for learning just that).
The ability to grasp (and build on) simple logical explanations astonishes me ("I don't want it [Pedialyte] because I'm all better now"), as is the growing ability to think and plan ahead ("I want to save my strawberries for tomorrow [at school]"). Abstraction, it has arrived.
Pronunciation continues to improve, though I still struggle differentiating medial -r- and -l-. I managed to get down a couple more talking, talking bits:
Me: *reading from a didactic book* "What makes you happy?"
TBD: "Reading book!"
Me: *glances at the book piles covering the coffee table* "Anything else?"
TBD: *points to next page to say 'Keep Reading, Dad'*
TBD: *watching TV* "Those cars are talking. And playing the music."
Janni: "They are."
TBD: "That's funny."
"Don't draw in picture books, Dad. It's not safe. For the books."
"You're in the way of the Grandma. You sit over there."
(grandparents are now firmly and entirely Grandma and Grandpa)
*petulant* "I don't like that. I'm going to walk away."
(and did just that, not come back to the table until no longer mad)
TBD: "Why we get owies?"
Janni: "Everyone gets owies sometimes. It's ... how the world works. Sometimes we're happy and sometimes we get owies."
TBD: "And then we get band-aid!"
Indeed.
---L.
Subject quote from "The Pleasant Comedy of Patient Grisell," Thomas Dekker, Henry Chettle, and William Haughton, song attributed to Dekker.
Achievements recently unlocked include: independent narrated play (holding both sides of a conversation with toys), answering when a stranger asks "What's your name?", eviction of the booster seat when we're eating at home, eviction of scary monsters by drawing them and so trapping them in the paper, desire for improvised self-inserted bedtime storytelling ("Talk about my X day"), ambivalence to thunder, songs with both words and tune invented, basic wordplay jokes, Candyland, and flipping standard-height light switches while standing on the floor.
(Speaking of achievements, I've had to adjust the verses of "We Shall Overcome" as sung at bedtime to match current aspirations. Currently the cycle starts with "We shall overcome," "We'll not be afraid," and "We shall all hold hands" (all canonical), then "We'll go straight to sleep," then as many of "We shall dress ourselves," "We'll pedal our bike," and "We shall drive a truck" as needed to extend the song, then always "We shall grow up strong," ending with canon again with "We shall all be one.")
Pretend play all over the place, including a phase (sparked by a newborn down the block) of taking care of a baby, sometimes with the doll named Baby but just as often imaginary. Lots of injuries and trips to the hospital, in ambulances, for people and stuffies. Plus, as mentioned above, growing independent play with toys, narrated aloud in a soft enough voice I usually can't make out what's happening (though the "Oh no!" when something falls is pretty clear). Contrariwise, playing a game with set rules and turns is also a major milestone (Candyland was consciously chosen as a starter for learning just that).
The ability to grasp (and build on) simple logical explanations astonishes me ("I don't want it [Pedialyte] because I'm all better now"), as is the growing ability to think and plan ahead ("I want to save my strawberries for tomorrow [at school]"). Abstraction, it has arrived.
Pronunciation continues to improve, though I still struggle differentiating medial -r- and -l-. I managed to get down a couple more talking, talking bits:
Me: *reading from a didactic book* "What makes you happy?"
TBD: "Reading book!"
Me: *glances at the book piles covering the coffee table* "Anything else?"
TBD: *points to next page to say 'Keep Reading, Dad'*
TBD: *watching TV* "Those cars are talking. And playing the music."
Janni: "They are."
TBD: "That's funny."
"Don't draw in picture books, Dad. It's not safe. For the books."
"You're in the way of the Grandma. You sit over there."
(grandparents are now firmly and entirely Grandma and Grandpa)
*petulant* "I don't like that. I'm going to walk away."
(and did just that, not come back to the table until no longer mad)
TBD: "Why we get owies?"
Janni: "Everyone gets owies sometimes. It's ... how the world works. Sometimes we're happy and sometimes we get owies."
TBD: "And then we get band-aid!"
Indeed.
---L.
Subject quote from "The Pleasant Comedy of Patient Grisell," Thomas Dekker, Henry Chettle, and William Haughton, song attributed to Dekker.
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