Come on Beau! I don't even talk baby talk to babies and I sure don't talk to my dogs in high pitched, sugar sweet talksies. It would embarass both them and me.
In fact--for several years a couple (friends of mine and I shared a house) they had a bunch of kids between a prior marriage for both and one of their own--I didn't really pay much attention to the kid until he was close to two and started talking and I started baby sitting for them (and I thought I'd stopped doing that when I was 16 and could get real jobs) because they had a meeting (him) and a class (her) on the same night. As it worked out I'd get home about the time they were leaving and because by that time all I wanted was food the kid got stuck in his high chair in the kitchen while I fixed dinner for me.
But he was there--and I talk to my dogs and to the cats and the kid at least answered back. So I chatted away with what I was doing and about how stuff was pronounced (that came up with Worcestershire Sauce),
The end result of a couple of years of doing that and he'd find me in the kitchen doing stuff and hang out with me and jabber at me and when it got down to the point where his mom took him in for the interview for admission to kindergarten (I didn't know there was such a thing--that's what I get for having no kids of my own, just a miscellaneous assortment of stepdaughters and kids that I inherited when they got into their teens and their parents couldn't stand the kids and the kids couldn't stand the parents--so they (generally the kids) spent more time with me than they did at home I really knew nothing about "early childhood development".
My friend came back from that and poured us glasses of wine and said, "What have you done to my kid?"
Seems that his vocabulary was all out proportion to not only his age but his standing in the family and his comprehension was pretty remarkable too. And even worse they suspected that he might have been in process of learning to read (my friend said they told her this in tones of great disapproval since he wasn't yet 5) We drank some wine and thought about it--I pointed out that if that was my fault it must be cook books he was learning read and I denied ever having read books to him (on purpose--I know that his older half sibs and I had discussions about books and what they were reading and (pick one) how cool they were or how dumb they were.
Sometimes I wonder about the systems of teaching that go on in this country.
I read before I went to school--my grandfather read to me--a lot. We went to the library--a lot. I was soundly reprimanded by a kindergarten "helper"--Seattle was very short of teachers in the midst of WWII between men enlisted in various branches of the armed services and women bailing by the droves to go to work for Boeing for buckets more money than they earned as teachers. She explained in small words and short sentences that "we don't learn to read until 1st grade. And set out to prove it by handing me a manual for teachers--pointing to a paragraph and demanding that I read that--so I did, stumbling over some of the longer words. For that I got called a liar and sent to the principals office. Huh? Didn't make a lot of sense to me at 5.
Seattle in name of progressiveness (yes Mel, I invented that word just for you) had abandoned the archaic system of sounding out words and was using something called sight recognition. Which didn't work very well and my grandfather hadn't taught me to read like that. Teachers got rid of me by sending me down to the school library during reading class so I wouldn't disturb the class. And I was falling behind in math because I was blind as a bat and no one discovered that until my grandmother found me sitting on the scale to weigh myself--"Stand up and read it" she said She was very horrified when I said I couldn't see the numbers that far away. The following day we were on our way to the optometrist the following day. Yup, blind as a bat.
And I went through "new math" with one of my stepdaughters.
I think she felt about "new math" the way I felt about the fact that I wasn't supposed to be reading at 5.
Anyway my friends kid survived his vocabulary and comprehension in kindergarten and did learn to read by the time he was out of there and he told me they started sending him down to the library during reading classes so that he didn't disturb the class--proving only that the more things change the more they stay the same.
He also told me he didn't care--the library had way better books than Dick and Jane.
Baby talk? Bah, humbug Beau!
- you got me laughing real good, and we're gonna disagree again to disagree, Like water & vinegar...but Love you just the same...
We all come from different places, Beau
likely had an audio closure deficit
, because BabyBear
inherited it. He couldn't read in grade2 so we had him tutored for 9 months straight. In 1st year college, son was functioning at the 2-3rd year University English level. He has wrote articles for National mags & got proficient at the Masters Level in English.
was reading grade4 readers in first month of grade1...until teacher gave her chit and took away her chance of advanced reading.
- in Grade9, Nancy
was answering grade12 Latin questions
You see, I think pitch changes in voice is a extreme powerful dog training tool, but hard to teach others.
- just like the little boy you expertly help, it wasn't the sound of your voice one way or another
- but rather the ATTENTION, you Loving gave willingly to a little boy
- just like your pets, and just like the 2 little dogs I got close to, helped & proved they wouldn't bite me to respective owners
- now modify the giving of Attention, and mentor the young mind, and this Dad has achieved a responsible & remarkable adult
- that never had bad teen moments / and now Andrew
finds himself, employing a staff of close to 50 professionals
^^ Every or the perfect way is never cast in stone, but one has to modify their delivery...given the mannerisms & critical thinking, each of us hold or are born with.
- but you also, made me think BahBahBahBahBahBahBah
& sometimes, we can both be right !!