More language milestones
I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but at Amelia's age children seem to learn words every day. Yesterday, as I drove to school to pick up Michael, Amelia asked repeatedly, "Where you going?" After a trip through the Starbuck's drive-through (where I normally get iced tea and a snack to keep me awake in class) Amelia started asking, "Where pound cake?" It was too funny. She knows a trip through the drive through normally means pound cake to share with mommy, but yesterday I was oddly not in the mood, so we shared an oatmeal cookie I had with me.
Last night we had a terrible storm. It hit Bloomington just before 4:30 a.m. I had been laying in bed watching the lightning outside my bedroom window when the lightning became so close the flash and thunderclap awoke Michael. Amelia awoke too, though she didn't seem too upset by the whole thing.
Mike brought Amelia into our room, in case she was scared (didn't seem to be) and shortly afterward the tornado siren sounded - great. So we all went downstairs (it is much safer to be downstairs in a storm) and Michael brought up weather.com to see what was going on.
A huge storm was then passing over central Indiana. The storm made a huge, colorful impression on the Doppler radar. Trying to figure out what the colored shape was, Amelia started calling it a butterfly. Admittedly, it did look a tiny bit like a butterfly...and it did flutter as it moved.
A few minutes later Amelia started saying, "Crap...crap." Mike and I laughed. Mike asked, "Did she just say what I think she said?" I told him, after some thought, that Amelia was simply producing a form that reflected her developing phonotactics, which included final consonant devoicing. (I bet you're all jealous you don't live with a linguist.) So basically, Amelia was just saying "crab." The storm was moving sideways...and did kind of look like a crab.
Once we discovered the error, and giggled a little more, Mike muttered under his breath, "No, you were right the first time, this is crap."
The storm passed. Amelia went back to sleep with no problem. She was never scared or worried, she was just thrilled to be able to spend some time with mommy and daddy.
Lisa
Last night we had a terrible storm. It hit Bloomington just before 4:30 a.m. I had been laying in bed watching the lightning outside my bedroom window when the lightning became so close the flash and thunderclap awoke Michael. Amelia awoke too, though she didn't seem too upset by the whole thing.
Mike brought Amelia into our room, in case she was scared (didn't seem to be) and shortly afterward the tornado siren sounded - great. So we all went downstairs (it is much safer to be downstairs in a storm) and Michael brought up weather.com to see what was going on.
A huge storm was then passing over central Indiana. The storm made a huge, colorful impression on the Doppler radar. Trying to figure out what the colored shape was, Amelia started calling it a butterfly. Admittedly, it did look a tiny bit like a butterfly...and it did flutter as it moved.
A few minutes later Amelia started saying, "Crap...crap." Mike and I laughed. Mike asked, "Did she just say what I think she said?" I told him, after some thought, that Amelia was simply producing a form that reflected her developing phonotactics, which included final consonant devoicing. (I bet you're all jealous you don't live with a linguist.) So basically, Amelia was just saying "crab." The storm was moving sideways...and did kind of look like a crab.
Once we discovered the error, and giggled a little more, Mike muttered under his breath, "No, you were right the first time, this is crap."
The storm passed. Amelia went back to sleep with no problem. She was never scared or worried, she was just thrilled to be able to spend some time with mommy and daddy.
Lisa
posted by Lisa, Mike, Amelia, and Diana at 3:01 PM
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