Thursday, August 23, 2007

Beginning With Words

I stumbled across this article while cleaning out a stack of old papers by the computer. Could I have come across a more appropriate article this very day? I honestly think not. If you have a toddler that is annoying you with his/her constant questioning, this will be a good reminder for you as well.

Beginning With Words
By: Rebekah Anast

For weeks now, my two-year-old has had the obnoxious habit of repeating himself over and over. At first I continued to answer him patiently – the same answer ten times in a row.

Next I resorted to ignoring him; but the questioning went on. Finally, I threatened to spank him if he kept asking the same question after he had received the answer. Then one day, he asked me a question that did not need an answer - and then asked it again in a different way. “I see no stars up there, Mom?” “Mom, do I see no stars up there?”

A light went on in my brain. I began to recall my own experiences with language learning in Papua New Guinea. Could my two-year-old possibly be cognizant enough to be learning his first language in such a structured manner? So, for the first time, instead of answering his question, “I don’t know whether you see any stars or not, Joe,” I repeated his phrase back to him with the proper grammar. “I don’t see any stars up there, Mom.” He looked at me with absolute delight and jumped up and down yelling, “I don’t see any stars up there, Mom!” The next few days were an intense learning session. Joseph’s ability to talk grew by leaps and bounds. He questioned me continually; and now - instead of answering what had appeared as dumb questions, I would carefully articulate the grammar and phonetics of a whole exchange for him. He repeated me until he could say it all properly without coaching. Joe: “You got to wash a dishes, Mom?” Mom: “Do you need to wash the dishes, Mom?” Joe: “Do you need to wash the dishes, Mom?” Mom: “Yes, Joseph, I need to wash the dishes. Would you like to help me?” Joe: “Like to help me?” Mom: “I want to help you, Mom.” Joe: “I want to help you, Mom.” His affection for me became hilariously dear. We were close before, but now we had become best buddies in just a few hours. I was suddenly the only person in the world who could tell him exactly what he wanted to know. My curiosity was aroused; did all toddlers face this problem? I began to listen in Wal-mart and the bank when I went to town. What I heard was different levels of understanding. Some children seemed to be under the impression that there wasn’t necessarily a correct way to speak. Perhaps because the adults in their lives simply repeat their baby-talk back to them, thinking it cute. Other children had obviously discovered the truth and were in various stages of learning with their oblivious teachers. I can sympathize with these kids in their efforts to learn a language from a clueless adult.

I spent two years among the Kumboi people of Papua New Guinea. Most of that time was spent on linguistics and translation. I squatted for hours in the smoke filled cook-house in the center of our village practicing the words I learned and trying to pick up new ones. The villagers loved to hear me talk. It amused them to hear a grown person falter and slur words just like their toddlers. I encountered the same problem Joseph often does when my Kumboi friends failed to repeat the words I said correctly. Their first response was to say them the same poor way I had because it was funny.

Among my friends was a young married girl from one of the most remote and uncivilized villages in the region. She was often teased for forgetting to wear a shirt or comb the debris out of her hair in the morning. Natalin did not speak the trade language at all when I first came and was confined to the local tribal language alone. Natalin was my favorite language helper above all. She was a natural teacher. When I said a word incorrectly, Natalin did not think it was funny; she must have understood the frustration of not being able to communicate. Her response to me was always swift and loud. With perfect enunciation and tones, Natalin would repeat the desired word or phrase for me the way it should be said. Even today, seven years later, I can hear her voice ringing in my head. She would bob her head at me, directing me to keep repeating her until I said the phrase to her satisfaction. Next this unlearned, but brilliant teacher would pick up an object on the dirt floor and begin an instructive conversation in which I would have to use my new phrase correctly.

Natalin made me excited about learning a language. Her focus was never on my inabilities, but rather on the task at hand. I not only learned Kumboi from Natalin; I learned how to teach as well. Like every good mother, I tend to think my child is exceptional. I imagine him orating to thousands and awing them with his eloquence. But this week has been enlightening for me. I look at little children with different eyes - or I should say - I hear them with different ears!
Long before our children begin “school” they are developing a propensity to learn. If that desire to learn is thwarted or denied, it might whither and die. If it is cultivated and cared for, it will doubtless grow. I have often said that homeschooling is a way of life; a way of learning. Now I believe that teaching is a way of life as well.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

New do...

Kate had so much fun getting her hair cut yesterday. After she was done, she got to play with Megan and Morgan, which was even more fun. Gramma came to spend the day and night, and her best buddy Claire came to help celebrate Daddy's birthday. It was such a full, fun day.
Olivia has officially started walking. She has to, to keep up with her big sister! Only one more month until her first birthday!


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Thursday, August 09, 2007

(Kathryn) Here I am at Nana and PawPaw's enjoying a tea party with my cousin, Corbin, and one of our favorite teddy bears.

Corbin really wanted Uyia to join the party, so somehow we got her up in this seat. She loved it, but Mom thought it looked a little precarious.

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Olivia Belle

I couldn't resist posting these pictures that Jessica took of our sweet little Olivia...



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Trip to "Sheby's house"

A couple of weekends ago, we packed up to go visit our good friends Jeremy & Jessica, and Kathryn's buddy Shelby. The night before, I made the big mistake of telling Kathryn that when she "woke up in the morning" we would go to Shelby's house. Surprise, surprise, she was up at 6:00. I heard her over the monitor: "Mooooommm! It's time to do to Sheby's house!!!!! Moooooommmmyyyyy, are you????"

It was such a fun day. The girls played so hard, then took good naps, then slept the whole way home :) If Shelby had only had a few more toys, maybe the kids would have had something to do while we were there ;)

Drawing on Shelby's art easel. Notice how well they're sharing :)


Of course, riding in the baby doll stroller is always the favorite...


Kathryn on the "roller coaster"


The guys got to play a few holes of golf while we girls sat around and talked. It was such a relaxing day. Many thanks to Jeremy and Jessica for having us, and especially to Jess for cooking all the meals :).
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Take 5,439

And I still didn't get the whole thing :-/

Wednesday, August 01, 2007

Already Saggin'

This is a special shot for PawPaw, since this is his favorite "style" =D
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