Showing posts with label Social Skills. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Social Skills. Show all posts

Wednesday, November 3, 2010

Our Adventures with Baby Sign Language

Hunter at 14 months, signing "please" and "ball" while simultaneous verbalizing "ball"

I look back and our journey with baby sign language with great fondness and appreciation.

It was long before we heard about Doman, or many of the other early learning topics I now am familiar with, but it nonetheless found its way into our lives in an unexpected way and I now can't imagine how his early toddlerhood would have been without it.

Before Hunter was born and during his early infancy, I had never heard of the concept as this was back in 2005 and in the very beginning of the "trend". When Hunter was four months old, with my mom's prompting I ordered the book Baby Signs: How to Talk with Your Baby Before Your Baby Can Talk from a catalog.

How thrilled I was for the exciting possibilities!

At five months I started teaching him some sign language. I don't remember how many signs I tried to teach him in the beginning, but at seven months I was ecstatic when he finally reproduced his first sign:
more.



Thereafter, he discovered the power of this type of communication and began using the sign "more" for pretty much everything. It seemed like the sign evolved to mean "I want" more than its actual definition.

Perhaps because of the versatility of this sign, he didn't mimic any more signs for what seemed like an eternity. Until finally, at eleven months old, he had some sort of signing breakthrough.


Within a month, he learned to sign "all done," "eat," "drink," "hot," "up," (his was slightly different) and "night night."

At twelve months he learned the ever-popular "please," followed by "hair brush", "phone", "toothbrush," and "hat".

By thirteen and fourteen months he learned "down," "come," "thank you," "water," "book," and "bath," followed by "milk," "dog," "ball," "outside," and "Cheerios" (which he made up - would pinch his thumb and forefinger together).


And then, it seemed like just as soon as our signing adventure had begun, it was over.

At fifteen months he began talking a great deal - within that month he learned to say almost two dozen words, whereas before he could only say a handful. He still used sign language, and that month picked up the new signs of "yes", "car", and, some things I never got a chance to get a picture of - "no", "hair", "listen", "headphones", and "iPod" (yes, he made up the sign for iPod too - it involved him sticking his forefinger and thumb in both ears as if he were putting in earbuds).

Then, the next month, he started really talking. In fact, even to a mother who had religiously written down every single possible milestone since he was born, from "first visit to the mall" to "first bandaid" to, well, pretty much everything, he had me beaten. He was learning to say new words at a rate that even I couldn't keep up with, and things just set off from there.

And that was about it.

For a long time he continued to often use his signs along with the spoken words, as you can see in the above video of him signing and saying "ball" and "please". In fact, certain signs, such as please, stuck with him until he was probably two and a half - he would always rub his stomach while saying "please"! But from that point on, he didn't really learn any new signs, simply because he could pretty much say everything verbally, and preferred communicating that way. And in spite of my intention to keep them in our life (as sort of a foreign language experience), they ended up falling by the wayside and fading into the past.

I was definitely surprised, and a little bit saddened, when it ended so soon. I had so many signs that I wanted to teach him, and it was all so much fun! But the experience definitely enriched our lives, and as I said, I couldn't imagine his early toddlerhood without it.

Giving him the tools to communicate without whining was so incredibly priceless. He could say if he wanted up or down, if he was thirsty, if he was tired, if he wanted to go outside, even talk to me about what he saw or wanted, such as a ball or the dog. It's so hard to imagine how this period of life would have gone without him having these tools, and thankfully I don't have to.

And even though it was hard to see it go, it served its purpose, and that's what counts.

Looking beyond the temporary benefits of tools of communication, another thing I am thankful for is the benefit it served him for the rest of his lifetime. As this study showed,

Results of the study revealed that 24-month-old babies using baby sign language were on average talking more like 27- or 28-month-olds, representing more than a three-month advantage over the non-signers. The babies using baby sign language were also putting together significantly longer sentences. In addition, 36-month-old signers on average were talking like 47-month-olds, putting them almost a full year ahead of their average age mates. At 8 years, those who had used sign language as babies scored an average of 12 points higher in IQ on the WISC-III than their non-signing peers.

That is another reason I look so fondly on it, as it was one of our first "early learning" endeavors. And I know that even just in that short time period, it gave him a boost for the rest of his life.

It was definitely a fun adventure.

It didn't always go as expected. It ended a lot sooner than I thought it would. He started talking a lot earlier than I was prepared for. He surprised me by making up his own signs, or by his funny interpretations of the signs I taught him. He never did sign a lot of words I taught him for months, such as "mom" or "help." He even did something I never anticipated, and started signing in two- and three-word sentences, such as "drink water please".

But all in all, isn't that how all parenting tends to go? Not exactly how we expected?

I'm very thankful to have had this wonderful chance to learn together with my baby. And I can't wait to start with the next one!


"And it shall be for a sign unto thee upon thine hand..." 
Exodus 13:9

What about you? What was your experience with baby signs?

Tuesday, August 31, 2010

We Play... with Cardboard Blocks

"We don't stop playing because we grow old; we grow old because we stop playing." 
George Bernard Shaw 

A construction session with cardboard blocks...


Wouldn't be complete without an innocently dastardly two-year-old

Trying your patience every sixty seconds.

But of course...


Knocking down your structure can very well be the best part.


So let's steamroll and stack and do it all over again.



We Play

"And the LORD came down to see the city and the tower, which the children of men builded." 
Genesis 11:5
Hunter is 5 years, 5 months old

Tuesday, August 24, 2010

We Play... with Leaves


Hunter and friend he met at a campground, making "leaf soup".

Which later turned into autumn-in-the-summer time leaf pile jumping.

Followed by accompanying sticks which became swords, then guns.

And a later adventures in the "jungle" getting the "bad guys" (or "lions", which apparently live in jungles).

"For he shall be as a tree planted by the waters, and that spreadeth out her roots by the river, and shall not see when heat cometh, but her leaf shall be green..." 
Jeremiah 17:8


We Play


Hunter is 5 years, 5 months old

Thursday, August 19, 2010

Socialized to Adulthood

Hunter with my father-in-law, whose side he was glued to for a week
"One of the great modern myths is that children need other children to become 'socialized.' The exact opposite is true. The notion that little children learn how to be civilized from being with each other has little to recommend it. What can a three-year-old teach another three-year-old? Answer: How to behave like a three-year-old." 
-Glenn Doman
Hunter likes adults.

And, in fact, as far as I've seen, he prefers adults to other little children.

Whenever there's another adult in our house, whether it's a visiting relative, a friend come by for dinner, a maintenance man, or a visitor from the office, Hunter tends to flock to them like moths to a street light. He will show off his books or toys or latest invention or drawing, chit-chatting incessantly, often to the point of us having to send him off to give our guest a break from his undivided attention.

Sure, he likes other kids.

He always enjoys leaving mom behind and running around the neighborhood when all his friends get out of school. He has buddies that he looks forward to going over to their house. He has thoroughly enjoyed going to vacation bible school, going to kids programs at the youth center, making friends at the pool, and the list goes on.

But what really caught my attention today is that, Hunter likes and prefers, one-on-one time with adults.

And isn't that the way it should be?

After all, that is what he is learning to be, right?

When I think about my choice to homeschool him, and I think about all the innocently ignorant parents out there badgering me about the infamous What-about-socialization question, I kindly say, thanks but no thanks.

Because I really don't have a lot of faith in a herd of five year olds teaching my son too much about how to be a man. 

I would rather have Hunter learning from those whom he is trying to grow into (an adult), not those whom he is trying to grow out of (a five year old). 


Does it go against the status quo?

Of course.

But I'm used to that by now.

"My son, give me thine heart, and let thine eyes observe my ways." 
Proverbs 23:26

Hunter is 5 years, 5 months old

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

No Comment

"Call unto me, and I will answer thee, and show thee great and mighty things, which thou knowest not."
Jeremiah 33:3
Hunter is 5 years, 2 months old

Monday, April 19, 2010

Coach's Pitch, Competition, and Potato Chips


When did sports and competition become unrelated terms?

I'm really not that big on competition. Really. But Hunter's first baseball game last Saturday was, how can I say it, perhaps just a bit over the edge?

I know they're young. But,
  1. There were no outs. No tagging out, striking out, nothing. 
  2. The kids could swing until they hit the ball, first with the coach pitching to them, then if they couldn't do that they would hit it off the T. No strikes or fouls. 
  3. After the last kid from his team had a turn to bat, they would simply switch sides, and whoever bat last just ran all the way home (all the kids on the bases just ran home too).
  4. The game was on a time basis, meaning that one team batted twice and one team batted three times. So, as you can see from the rules above, no one really won or lost.
I know they're just little kids (5-7 year olds), and I know that the point of the game is to have fun, but is it just me or is all this perhaps just taking it a little too far?

Maybe you're reading this, envisioning me as one of those crazy, blood-thirsty mothers who screams at their kids from the sidelines and gets in a boxing match with the referee for a bad call. And I can promise you, nothing is further than the truth. I am probably one of the most mellow, non-competitive people you will meet, especially when it comes to games and sports. I am passionate about some things, but I have always believed that it's just a game and I really don't care much about winning or losing.

But rewind back to my little rant about the thought of this maybe being just a little too far. Am I just naive about organized sports at this age? Please comment and let me know if I'm just crazy. I mean, I used to play soccer when I was his age but we definitely kept track of goals and knew who won or lost the game. Have the times just changed?

Maybe it's just now that I'm raising a boy, I'm a little more aware of this whole "evil competition" philosophy and it kind of bothers me. I have read, in a wide variety of articles and books, how the whole "feminizing" of education is hurting boys. One of the big ways they do that is by removing competition and focusing on "collaboration", "feelings", etc.

I really don't think competition is evil. I mean, isn't the thrill of Yahtzee or the fun of basketball or so many millions of other things from the idea of winning? It's not about putting other people down or having a victory or death mindset. Just some good old fashioned battles of skill, wit, or luck?

And... After all that about Mommy's over-analyzing the philosophy of competition, I will say that Hunter wasn't bothered by a thing, had two great hits (he was actually able to hit the coach's pitch and didn't need the T) and played third base tagging two [non-counting] outs. And was super excited about the potato chips he got after the game.

"Yea doubtless, and I count all things but loss for the excellency of the knowledge of Christ Jesus my Lord: for whom I have suffered the loss of all things, and do count them but dung, that I may win Christ"
Philippians 3:8
Hunter is 5 years, 1 month old

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Kids Love it Here




"They came upon me as a wide breaking in of waters... they rolled themselves upon me."
Job 30:14
Hunter is 4 years, 11 months old

Friday, November 27, 2009

Teaching Buddies




"What man is he that feareth the LORD? him shall he teach in the way that he shall choose." 
Psalm 25:13
Hunter is 4 years, 8 months old

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Chess Club



"Teach me good judgment and knowledge: for I have believed thy commandments."
Psalm 119:66
Hunter is 4 years, 7 months old

Saturday, July 4, 2009

Playing in the rain (mobile blogging)

Playing in the rain (mobile blogging)

Hunter is 4 years, 3 months old

Wednesday, June 24, 2009

Toad habitat (mobile blogging)

Toad habitat (mobile blogging)

Hunter is 4 years, 3 months old

Tuesday, June 23, 2009

A Fun Day at the Pool

We had an awesome time going swimming today. It was the same pool that we swam in last summer, and we did a lot of the same exercises, too.

Hunter did really good swimming. As expected, he was a little timid at first, but very quickly warmed up to it and was jumping in and out, in and out, in and out, swimming around like a little fish.

I was hoping that, this summer, he would learn how to swim above water (he still swims exclusively under water, which isn't very helpful safety-wise). We didn't really get that far today but, he had a really fun time, got a really good "work out" and build up a good deal of confidence about the water.

For exercises, we worked mostly on jumping in off the side and off of the diving board, swimming to the surface, climbing out of the pool independently and using the hands and feet to paddle. He's built a little bit of a "handicap" in swimming with his hands because, when he is at his Grandma's house he uses a sort of life jacket to swim, which he only needs to use his feet for in order to move. So it was a little bit hard to get him to use his hands but he was getting it after a while and was getting his head above water a few times.

But, other than the few exercises we worked on, we just had a fun time splashing around, playing with sand toys, and even occasionally relaxing on this warm summer day.










































After we were done swimming and were starting to load everything in the car, Hunter made this little bed for himself out of Jordan's disassembled playpen. He was worn out!





"...Whosoever drinketh of this water shall thirst again: But whosoever drinketh of the water that I shall give him shall never thirst; but the water that I shall give him shall be in him a well of water springing up into everlasting life."
John 4:13-14
Hunter is 4 years, 3 months old

Sunday, June 14, 2009

Summer






























"O taste and see that the LORD is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him."
Psalm 34:8


Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old

Monday, June 8, 2009

Back Porch Games

Playing dominoes with his new best buddies: Avery, 4, and Alanna, 6.


"How excellent is thy lovingkindness, O God! therefore the children of men put their trust under the shadow of thy wings."
Psalm 36:7

Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old

Tuesday, June 2, 2009

Buddies

Hunter has made really good friends this spring with our neighbors, Avery (4) and Alanna (6).

They have lived next door to us for several years, and last summer they got acquainted a little and played a few times, but it has just been this year that Hunter has really made close friends with them.

Just about every day they have been coming over and knocking on the door, asking to play outside with Hunter, which they then proceed to do an hour, half hour, two hours sometimes.

Today Hunter and Avery played while Alanna was in school. They jumped on the trampoline, played in the sandbox, colored with chalk and carried on some imaginary adventure with a fishing net, stuffed animal, and other interesting props.

It's fun to see Hunter continuing to grow more and more social and develop stronger friendships with children with a variety of ages and backgrounds, even without the "help" of institutional socialization.








"A man that hath friends must shew himself friendly: and there is a friend that sticketh closer than a brother."
Proverbs18:24

Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old

Thursday, May 28, 2009

Motherly Love


I make it a point to look Hunter in the eyes and smile at him many times a day. It's important for me to connect with him, to continually let him know that he has my heart and goodwill, that I am interested in him and love him deeply.

Of course, we demonstrate our love, goodwill, and interest to our children in more ways than one, including our actions, our words, and our attitudes towards them (and around them: they pick up on more than we probably realize). But facial expression is so important. The Bible calls it "countenance". Some of my favorites:

"The LORD lift up his countenance upon thee, and give thee peace." (Numbers 6:26) God's countenance gives us peace.

"There be many that say, Who will shew us any good? LORD, lift thou up the light of thy countenance upon us." (Psalm 4:6) God's countenance in us shows the people that there is good in the world.

"For thou hast made him most blessed for ever: thou hast made him exceeding glad with thy countenance." (Psalm 21:6) God's countenance makes us glad - exceedingly glad!

"Why art thou cast down, O my soul?... hope thou in God: for I shall yet praise him for the help of his countenance." (Psalm 42:5) God's countenance is our hope and help when we are "cast down" or discouraged.

"Blessed is the people that know the joyful sound: they shall walk, O LORD, in the light of thy countenance. In thy name shall they rejoice all the day: and in thy righteousness shall they be exalted." (Psalm 89:15-16) People who "know the joyful sound" - who are joyful - walk in the light of God's countenance! Not only that, but they rejoice all the day and are exalted in his righteousness!

I love these verses. Reading these and the many others with that word has taught me so much. Even though I'm not always perfect, I try to always have a joyful, loving, interested countenance towards Hunter. If God's countenance is so important to his children, certainly the parent's countenance is important to theirs.

But what made me think of writing about this is Hunter's recent displaying of affection and endearment towards me. Over the last few weeks, he has been very frequently returning the favor of random smiles, kisses, hugs, and kind words of encouragement towards me. He will just walk up to me out of nowhere and give me a big hug, or smile the most precious smile towards me, or tell me that he loves me. Granted, he's certainly not perfect and is not always full of hugs and smiles, but it is so encouraging to see his recent display of not only affection but genuine appreciation for his mother. Being a mother certainly has it's blessings but it is things like these that make each day the most wonderful of days in the world.


"Her children arise up, and call her blessed..."
Proverbs 31:28

Hunter is 4 years, 2 months old

Monday, April 20, 2009

Listening to a Story


This is the boys (Hunter and my nephews), sitting quietly on the alphabet mat, listening to Danny and the Dinosaur being read aloud.

And I'm wondering to myself, How on earth did they all get so big?



"Hearken unto me now therefore, O ye children, and attend to the words of my mouth."
Proverbs 7:24

Hunter is 4 years, 1 month old

Saturday, March 14, 2009

Look Who's Four!

Hunter had his much anticipated birthday party at Chuck-E-Cheese today.

We had been planning it since November (when his cousin Anthony's Chuck-E-Cheese party got canceled) and it was a big hit.

Started kind of early - at 10 am - because the kids get double tokens if you reserve it at that time. And the hidden benefit? WAY less crowded.

Even with almost exclusively family (and we only invited part of them) there were a lot of people and a lot of presents.

This birthday's theme was trains. Last year we did the theme of jungles and monkeys, the year before it was Tonka trucks. He is really into his train set so I thought that would be a good theme, although by the content of his presents you would have thought that the theme was cars and Spiderman (almost every gift he got had to do with these things). But those are two things that he likes equally well, so he was really happy with all of his gifts.

I got him the Eyewitness book, "Train", which will be a great resource. I ended up ordering it online because the bookstore didn't have any good books about trains, and I am really happy with it. Eyewitness makes some really good books on all sorts of subjects, and I really like all the pictures they have (often dozens of various pictures on each page) with information that is exciting and interesting. The train book has 63 pages of information about everything train from the first trains to how railroads are operated to diesels, subways, and future trains, facts about royal trains to mail trains to track-making to model trains. It is loaded with fun history, and I know Hunter is going to enjoy it a lot.











These are the birthday cakes he had, I made the vanilla one and Katie made the chocolate one.

Hunter loved the Chuck-E and was very eager to get his picture taken with him. He had a lot of fun playing all the games and climbing in the tunnels. We will have to go back sometime on a day that is not as busy.

All in all, Hunter handled the whole thing really well. I will have to say that he was a bit overwhelmed while we were opening presents - and who can blame him? - but he nonetheless smiled the whole way through, posed for a great many pictures and gave dozens of hugs and thank-you's (even though he really wanted to get back to those games).

It was a fun day. A little bit hectic and slightly (but not extremely) expensive, but something he will remember for a long time to come.

Pictures of the big day, with Hunter and all of his guests (only one of the group pictures is a non-family member! And we only invited a small portion of our family):


















































































































"And my soul shall be joyful in the LORD: it shall rejoice in his salvation."

Psalm 35:9

Hunter is 4 years, 0 months old