A couple of weeks ago during our family reunion I asked Paela to tell me a story. I was quite pleased when she immediately started babbling. This was Paela's story:
"<blah blah blah> cousins <blah blah blah>. The end good story?"
* note that the <blah blah> sections went on for the length of several sentences each. And there was definitely no pause for a period after "The end" and before "good story?". We have a story maker in our midst, I just know it.
So Paela is officially adjusted to nursery. On Saturday, when asked to get her shoes, she promptly ran to the closet and picked up her sandals. Then thoughtfully put her sandals back on the shelf. Instead, she grabbed her black dressy shoes. She brought them to me exclaiming "Church! Nursery! Time for nursery!" and wanted me to put her dressy shoes on.
We spent the entire drive to the grocery store discussing how today is not nursery day, that tomorrow is, that it's a good idea to go to nursery tomorrow, that we're going to the grocery store today because today is Saturday and tomorrow is Sunday, and that we'll go to Church on Sunday. Eventually she declared "Nursery! No, not nursery day." We think she got the message.
It's interesting watching language learning as it develops. It is obvious to me that Paela thinks she is clearly saying more than we think she is saying. The days when "Daddy, <blah blah blah> ketchup" magically transforms into a clear "Daddy, I want more ketchup" are fun. It's like all along she knew what she was saying, and one day we are suddenly privy to knowing what she's known this whole time. read more »
