Saturday, February 20, 2010
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
she can be a little demanding...
Driving Emerson to daycare the other morning on my way to work. I was flipping through my iPod, trying to find something that was age-appropriate and suitable for my commute at the same time. Emmie was letting me know her opinion from the backseat. "No, no, no, no, no, NO, NO, NO, NONONONONONONO"
"Sweetie," I said, "what's wrong? What do you want?"
There was a brief pause while she considered this. Then she answered.
"Kid's music!"
Uhhh....I guess I need to update my playlists.
At this point (19 months), she can sing--mostly on-key, although sometimes over-enthusiastically--several songs, including her ABCs, Ring around the Rosie, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Pop Goes the Weasel, Twinkle Twinkle, etc. She also counts to 12 (why 12? She has a clock puzzle that has the numbers 1-12).
What we've found most impressive, however, is her ability to use descriptors for concepts. Walking to the garage the other morning, we passed a decrepit, rotting pumpkin that had been a decoration around Thanksgiving and never made it to the compost heap. She pointed at it and told me, "Old pumpkin."
I picked her up the other morning and said, "You're getting to be such a big girl." To this she nodded, lower lip stuck out thoughtfully, and said, "Uh huh. Heavy."
"Sweetie," I said, "what's wrong? What do you want?"
There was a brief pause while she considered this. Then she answered.
"Kid's music!"
Uhhh....I guess I need to update my playlists.
At this point (19 months), she can sing--mostly on-key, although sometimes over-enthusiastically--several songs, including her ABCs, Ring around the Rosie, Baa Baa Black Sheep, Pop Goes the Weasel, Twinkle Twinkle, etc. She also counts to 12 (why 12? She has a clock puzzle that has the numbers 1-12).
What we've found most impressive, however, is her ability to use descriptors for concepts. Walking to the garage the other morning, we passed a decrepit, rotting pumpkin that had been a decoration around Thanksgiving and never made it to the compost heap. She pointed at it and told me, "Old pumpkin."
I picked her up the other morning and said, "You're getting to be such a big girl." To this she nodded, lower lip stuck out thoughtfully, and said, "Uh huh. Heavy."
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