После посещения логопеда

Проходим медкомиссию для детсада. Логопед оказался самым смешным, нестрашным доктором для Таисии. Тётя показывала картинки, просила назвать что нарисовано и просила спеть ля-ля-ля.
Нам был дан совет больше обращать внимание на правильность окончаний и предлогов, на четкость произнесения: на столе, под столом, за спиной, над головой...
А еще тренироваться перед зеркалом дифференцированно произносить гласные, не "баятина" а "бу-ра-ти-но".
Я рассказала о нашем английском. Меня не удивило, когда врач сказала, что второй язык замедляет развитие речи. Только я не могу полностью с этим согласиться, я вижу примеры билингвов, прекрасно успевающих в обоих языках для своего возраста. Стишки у нас пока не звучат, не заучиваются. Бабушка полностью приняла это на наш счет, что это наша вина, мало занимаемся, не читаем стихов. Вообще, бабушка, похоже, была шокирована тем, что у Таи обнаружилось отставание в речи, она уже называла внучку вундеркиндом. В тот же вечер после логопеда она села с книжками, стала читать стихи для внучки :)
Я несколько спокойно восприняла оценку доктора. Ничего нового я не открыла, я замечаю высокие темпы у детей своих подруг, уже не раз удивлялась их перлам. Я замечала так же что и в два с половиной детки способны заучить все песни из Бременских музыкантов и петь их вместе с мультфильмом. Вряд ли мамы ставят перед собой цель учить эти песенки, это происходит само собой. Вот и я не ставлю. Она не смотрела бременских музыкантов. Вообще, мы телевизор запретили на время. Из разрешенных мультфильмов остались лишь некоторые на планшете, и они английские. Например, Dora. Но Тася не поет из них простейшие песенки, а если поёт, то небольше одной строчки. Надо ли работать над этим? Уже прибегать к учебе? Я как-то не тороплю время. Настанет еще учеба в нашей жизни. Но уже замечаю: нужно развивать внимательность. Ведь не запоминает она потому, что не обращает внимание на детали, спела, к примеру: I know that we can do it! - Мама узнала песню, уже подпоёт, а остальные слова можно не учить.
А в целом я довольна Тасечкиным развитием, вот размещаю еще одно Видео с Тасей
Оно было снято когда мы читали Сандру Бойнтон. Я его не выкладывала, т.к. сочла неудачным: ничего от книжки не взяли, Тая играет в совершенно другие игры, по мотивам Пеппы. А сегодня я умилилась этой непредсказуемости и решила поделиться.
Тася залезает в палатку, застревает в ней, я её вытягиваю за ноги, она ломает ногу, просит наложить гипс и нарисовать на нём мяч, лягушку, лужу..
A moose who broke her leg: http://youtu.be/lw3HdbXlavU

Stories of Winnie-the-PoohTigger comes to the forest.

I have already told before how much I Love this book. Today we read and play along the chapter in which Tigger comes to the forest.
Having a passion for style, I just do not dare to put it in my words, as it would go so boring, I can not but quote all the key phrases, and it is not easy to make the story shorter, so prepare to read lots of A.A.Milne's text, which is a remarcable reading.

Winnie-the-Pooh woke up suddenly in the middle of the night and listened. Then he got out of bed and lit his candle, and stumped across the room to see if anybody was trying to get into his honey-cupboard, and they weren't, so he stumped back again, blew out his candle, and got into bed. Then he heard the noise again.

At this thrilling moment Tasya can not help getting up and playing along.
She comes to the bookshelves with a torch in her hand saying the words:
What is it? What a strange noise! Who can it be? Is that you, Piglet?
I am very impressed by her play, so I get the candle, light it and let her hold it.

"Is that you, Piglet?" Winnie-the-Pooh said.
But it wasn't.
"Come in, Christopher Robin," he said.
But Christopher Robin didn't.
"Tell me about it to-morrow, Eeyore," said Pooh sleepily. But the noise went on.
"Worraworraworraworra," said Whatever-it-was, and Pooh found that he wasn't asleep after all.
"What can it be?" He thought.
He got out of bed and opened his front door.
"Hallo!" said Pooh.
"Hallo!" said Whatever-it-was.
"Oh, there you are! Come here."
So Whatever-it-was came here, and in the light of the candle he and Pooh looked at each other.
"I'm Pooh."
"I'm Tigger"
"Oh," said Pooh, for he had never seen an animal like this before.
"Well", said Pooh, "it's the middle of the night, which is a good time for going to sleep. And to-morrow morning we'll have some honey for breakfast. Do Tiggers like honey?"
"They like everything", said Tigger cheerfully.

From this moment we swap the roles, now I am Winnie-the-Pooh, and she is Tigger, and it is needless to say that it is just because she is very bouncy.
I take my gown (which serves us a tablecloth here) and put it on the stool to make Pooh's table. We are going to have honey for breakfast here.

"Excuse me a moment, but there's something climbing up your table", and with one loud WORRAWORRAWORRA he jumped at the end of the tablecloth, pulled it to the ground, wrapped himself up in it three times, rolled to the other end of the room, and after a terrible struggle, got his head into the daylight again, and said cheerfully: "Have I won?"

Yeah, she plays well this struggle with my gown, all children love rolling, don't they?

"That's my tablecloth" said Pooh as he began to unwind Tigger.
"I wondered what it was," said Tigger.
"It goes on the table and you put things on it".
"Then why did it try to bite me when I wasn't looking?"
"I don't think it did," said Pooh.
"It tried, but I was too quick for it."

And here comes my favourite epsode, may be because my daughter happens to be very fastidious about her food. She loves this episode too, because she likes to use her mimics and to produce different sounds.

Pooh put the cloth back on the table, and he put a large honey-pot on the cloth, and they sat down to breakfast. And as soon as they sat down, Tigger took a large mouthfull of honey... and he looked up at the ceiling with his head on one side, and made exploring noises with his tongue, and considering noises, and what-we-got-here noises... and then he said in avery decided voice:
"Tiggers don't like honey".
"Oh!" said Pooh, and tried to make it sound Sad and Regretful. "I thought they liked everything".
"Everything except honey", said Tigger.
...So after breakfast they went round to see Piglet, and Pooh explained as they went that Piglet was a Very Small Animal, who didn't like bouncing, and asked Tigger not to be too bouncy just at first. And Tigger, who had been hiding behind trees and jumping out on Pooh's shadow when it wasn't looking, said that Tiggers were only bouncy before breakfast, and as soon as they had had a few haycorns they became Quiet and Refined.

And here we play Catch My Shadow game. I move all ways trying to make my shadow difficult to catch and Tasya chases it.

So by-and-by they knocked at the door of piglet's house. (We use a baby toy as Piglet)
"Hallo, Pooh," said Piglet.
"Hallo, Piglet, this is Tigger. They like haycorns," said Pooh, "so that's what we've come for, because poor Tigger hasn't had any breakfast yet."
"Help yourself" said Piglet and moved coser to Pooh and felt much braver, and said, "So you're Tiger? Well, well!"
I put the baby toy next to my side and press it tight to show how scary little Piglet is.

But Tigger said nothing because his mouth was full of haycorns.
Again Tasya makes her exploring noises and what-have-we-got-here noises and says:
"No! I don't like haycorns!"
"But you said Tigers like everything except honey!" - I exclaim.
"And haycorns" - said Tigger.

And Piglet who was rather glad that Tiggers didn't like haycorns, said,
"what about thistles?"
"Thistles," said Tigger, "is what Tiggers like best!"
"Then let's go along and see Eeyore," said Piglet.

And I pick up a toy, Tasya's black-ship toy, which looks rather gloomy and it plays the role of Eeyore.
"Hallo, Eeyore!" said Pooh. "This is Tigger."
"What is?“ said Eeyore.
I play Eeyore part, so I let the black ship "walk" around Tigger one way and the other way with the words: "what did you say it was?"
"Tigger, he's just come." explained Piglet.

And the next phrase produced by Eeyore is sidesplitting:
"When is he going?"

“Dear Eeyore, the thing is my new stripy friend had not had any breakfast yet. And as Tiggers always eat thistles we have come to see you." Pooh explaines.
"Come this way, Tigger", Eeyore led the way to the most thistly-looking patch of thistles that ever was, and waved a hoof at it. "Help yourself, Tigger,"
"Are these really thistles?" Tigger looked anxiously at Pooh.
"Yes" said Pooh.
"What Tiggers like best?"
"That's right", said Pooh.
"I see," said Tigger and took a large mouthful and he gave a large crunch.
"Ow!" said Tigger. He sat down and put his paw in his mouth. "Hot!" mumbled Tigger.
"No Tiggers do not like thistles!"
"But you said that Tiggers like everything except honey and haycorns." - said Pooh.
"And thistles".
"What are we going to do?" asked Piglet.
"Come along, we'll go and see Kanga. She's sure to have lots of breakfast for you".

Tasya likes to play kangaroo, he usually takes a teddy and tucks it in her tights as if it is her joey sitting in a pouch.

Kanga offered Tigger to look in the cupboard and see what he would like. But the more Tigger put his nose into this and his paw into that, the more things he found which Tiggers didn't like. And when he had found everything in the cupboard and couldn't eat any of it, he said to Kanga, "What happens now?"
But Kanga was standing by the Roo, watching him have his Extract of Malt.
"What is it?" asked Tigger.
"Roo's strengthenig medicine, he hates it".
So Tigger came closer and suddenly he took one large gollop, and, with a sudden jump of surprise Kanga said, “oh, Tigger, dear!" - but the malt had gone.

"He's taken my medicine! He's taken my medicine! He's taken my medicine!" sings Tasya happily for Roo.

Then Tigger looked up at the ceiling, and closed his eyes, and his tongue went round and round his chops, and a peacefut smile came over his face as he said. "So that's what Tiggers like!"

Mommy, speak nonsense!

My daughter is 3+3.
This time I want to tell about Tasya's preferences when reading and playing with her mom. When she is with me she switches to English which is an important achievement for me. But it was suggested to switch to Russian when there is daddy around not to make him feel out-of-the-way. Tasya could not accept this rule last time. She insisted on going on reading in English. She kept asking me questions in English but I answered in Russian trying to switch to Russian together. She protested then and cried: No! No! Don't speak with daddy! Speak nonsense! - I was in a little shock. This was a perfect prase she could produce in her age.

My husband asked me to translate, as the words seemed familiar to him. He said that she could say nothing of the kind in Russian. Yes, he was right, she could never say: "говори бессмыслицу" no child of three could speak in these words in Russian. But please, do not suspect me in unbalanced education with English predominance, it was not the point. The point was that she had watched too much of Peppa Pig, and there was an episode where the daddy Pig picked up the phone and it spoke French, and as daddy Pig knew no French, he said: The phone is speaking nonsense!

I analysed the situation and worked out that Tasya had difficulty to ask me to speak English. Or not to speak Russian. She could not name the languages. And this was a perfect example how kids could express the ideas in their own way.
Now I think I should pay more attention to naming languages.

Winnie-the-Pooh rescues Piglet

While I was sitting and writing my last post about Star-Belly Sneetches Tasya was involved in some game.
I often sit in the armchair with my legs lifted, resting my feet on the arm of a sofa, which makes a bridge for Tasya to play. It was only when she climbed up my lap that I paid attention to her. There she was sitting on a bridge, dangling her legs. And there was a collection of different jars on my lap too.
What are you doing, Tasya? - I asked.
- I am sitting on the branch like Winnie-the-Pooh and this is my honey.

Whooosh! I was taken away in her game! Yes, she played on (up) the last chapter of Winnie-the-Pooh that we had read just before her nap time.

"Let's start from the beginning. It rained, and it rained, and it rained.
And here is Piglet in his tree house all surrounded by waters." - Tasya climbed up on a chair and cried "Help! Help!" Then she grabbed a piece of paper - the message! (Missage - originally). I had to find a bottle with a cork urgently. A little bottle with large mouth decorated as a vase served well for it. And we used a piece of paper which I winded with elastic round the mouth - this was how we corked the bottle.
"You may throw it now and watch it floating away from your house."

So she threw it on the carpet.
”...splash! - and in a little while it bobbled up again on the water; and he watched it floating slowly away at the distance , until his eyes ached with looking (...) and then suddenly he knew that he would never see it again and that he had done all that hecould do to save himself."

Then I made the "bridge" between the armchair and the sofa again. We recollected all the jars on my lap and there she was sitting on the branch of a tree, dangling her legs, eating honey jar after jar.
"There is no more honey left by your side, what should you do now?    look around, what do you see?"
"Honey!" - shouted Tasya, and plunged into the water.
"what is it? A bottle, an empty bottle?
”"Bother!" said Pooh, as he opened it. "All that wet for nothing. What's that bit of paper doing?"

"Message" - said Taya
"Yes, but can you read it? No, you can not, you sould go to meet Christopher Robin then. But how?
"If a bottle can float, then a jar can float, and if a jar floats, I can sit on the top of it, if it is a very big jar."

We took not a jar but a ball, Tasya tried to balance with her belly on it.

"All balls have to have a name, so I shall call mine Floating bear."
...For a little while Pooh and the Floating Bear were uncertain as to which of them was meant to be on top, but after trying one or two different positions, they setteled down with the Floating Bear underneath and Pooh triumphantly astride it, paddling vigorously with his feet.“

Pooh arrived at Christopher Robin's place and they dashed into each other's arms. - We rolled for a while cuddling on the sofa, Tasya's favourite part!

"How did you get here, Pooh?"
"On my boat", said Pooh proudly. "I had a very important Missage sent me in a bottle, and owing to having got some water in my eyes, I couldn't read it, so I brought it to you. On my boat".

"The message is from Piglet! He needs a rescue! We must rescue him at once!"
"But your boat is too small fot two of us. It is too small for three of us with Piglet when we shall be going back. What shall we do?"

And Pooh said, "We might go in your umbrella".
"What a good idea!"
We got seated on a big cushion. And travelled across the room to Piglet's house. There we picked up a teddy bear who played Piglet's part this time:)
"Hooray! piglet is rescued!"

”And as that is really the end of the story, I think I shall stop here.”

Star-Belly Sneetches

Sneetches
Мне очень полюбилась книжка Теодора Гейзеля "The Sneetches and other stories". Впрочем, сначала мы набрели на мультфильм, а не на книгу. Мне очень захотелось поиграть в этих существ с Тасей. Я вырезала из картона звездочки и приклеила одну скотчем к футболке Тасе на животик. Ей эта звездочка очень понравилась. Now you are not a plain Sneetch any more, you are a Star-Belly Sneetch!

The Sneetches is a book about 2 different types of Sneetches:  Plain Sneetches and Sneetches with Stars on their bellies.  The Star-Belly Sneetches think that they are better than the plain sneetches and often exclude them from playing ball and participating in marshmallow roasts.

Мarshmallow - a new word and a new taste for Taya. She will know them well from now on.
It works better if other sences are engaged in learning.
We took marshmallows and picked them with salty bread sticks to roast them above the pretend campfire. Only Star-Belly sneetches were allowed to join in. We stuck the stars to her favorite toys and had our Marshmallow roast party.

#drseussweek, #drseuss, #seuss, #sneetches

I can read with my eyes shut.

I can read with my eyes shut.

One more weird book by Dr.Seuss. We tried to read it today and to play along reading. Everything went fine in the begining, page after page. And when we went to "I can read in a circle and upside down", I grabbed Tasya's ankles and let her swing upside down with the book in her hands. Can you read upside down? - Yes, I can yeed upsidom (this is how I spell Taya's pronunciation).
Now it is your turn, mommy! Yeed upsidom (read upside down).
I lay on the floor and lifted my legs. -ohohoh, this was her favourite trick to climb up my legs and to perch on my feet and to sit there. Usually she used this tricky position to reach for the upper shelves where she could not due to her little height (we did it in a tight space in our room). I never liked it, she could grab anything and then drop it on me.

Do not try to do it at home! We have the years of practice on the couch and on the grass, and Taya is perfect at balancing on top. And I am good at feeling her weight, I even did not support her with my hands. I grabbed the camera and took this weird picture with Taya perching on my feet with The Cat In The Hat book (upside down). So Dr.Seuss is weird and let the picture be weird! Happy Birthday, Dr.Seuss at a giddy height! We like reading your books like this!

Never give up

Тае 3+2. Я очень давно не делала записей тасиных новых выражений. Просто перестала вести этот онтолингвистический дневник. И словом-то каким сложным свои записи назвала, едва вспомнила его сейчас. Последняя запись в октябре. Вот уж вся зима прошла, а я не записывала. Может, это вполне объяснимо тем, что первые смешные словечки всегда замечаешь, помнишь напересчет, первые длинные фразы принимаешь с восторгом. А потом реже удивляешься, ждешь нового качественного прорыва, наверное.
А может, это объясняется еще и тем, что я затаила какую-то тревогу, мне кажется, тасина речь замедлила своё развитие. У подруги дочка такого же возраста уже выдает гениальные мысли: - Мам! У меня есть мысль в голове хорошая, но я тебе не могу ее рассказать, потому что она в голове запуталась!"
Жду пока распутается=))

Моя такого не выдаст. Конечно я знаю как оправдаться: я воспитываю билингва, а значит многое усваивается в два раза медленнее. Но это никак не проверишь.

Сравнивая разные ситуации в семьях, где родители пытаются дать ребенку второй язык, как родной, я не только нахожу для себя стимул двигаться дальше, но и нахожу оправдания нашим не очень быстрым темпам развития. Вот, к примеру, у Насти Борисовой они оба, и папа и мама, хорошо владеют английским, поэтому нам за ними не угнаться, и средства выделяют на любые материалы, необходимые для обученияи игры. У нас же папа далек от иностранных языков и то, что дочка заговорила по английски, это полностью моя заслуга. Он даже не представляет, какие передо мной задачи стоят каждый день, он думает это так просто: говори с утра "good morning" , а перед сном "good night" и в течение дня какие-то фразы - и будет результат. Он недоумевает чего это я пропадаю в интернете и вечно хочу что-то приобрести?! Разве не достаточно того что есть? - нет, говорю, не достаточно, прежде всего, моего уровня недостаточно, я должна расти, чтобы быть готовой любой разговор поддержать на английском и всё-всё объяснить, ведь скоро наступит период Почемучки! А он мне: не переусердствуй, достаточно того, что ты уже делаешь, если она будет говорить по-английски так как ты - это хорошо. Нет, для меня этого мало, я сначала подумаю, а потом скажу, а нужно сразу говорить, жить на английском!
Когда мы остаёмся с Тасей одни она сама переключается на английский. Сегодня я включила песни из советских мультфильмов и аудио сказку про трех поросят - её это ничуть не вернуло к русскому, она продолжала играть: can you hear? It is wolf blowing! Run away!

Особенно порадовали меня такие фразы: Do you understand?
I want to grow big and big like mommy to reach for the shelf. (where the toys are)
На данный период моё внимание обращено к её грамматике, пытаюсь добиться появления глагола to be in present continuous. Она пока говорит только смысловую часть, to be опускает постоянно:
I (am) washing. You (are) sleeping.
Вопрос "что ты делаешь" у неё приобрёл вот такую форму: What is it you doing? - я поправляю её, хотя мне и эта форма не кажется неправильной:
What are you doing? Она же может оветить примерно так: I doing picnic.
Конечно, это пройдет так же, как прошёл вопрос, который она задавала раньше: This is what?
А так же необходимо учить её прошедшему времени, вот что она уже говорит:
Do you yemember yesteday I have (had) a scooter?
Do you yemember this song?
Suzana! Suzana! Suzana! - a man singing very loud. (мы стали почаще включать эту песню в машине, Тая охотно подпевает)

Сегодня она перевоплотилась в птицу. Look, I have wings! I can flap my wings, I can fly in the air!
This is my nest.
Я подключилась к игре:
Let me help you to arrange a good nest on the bed. Let's use the blanket and set it in a circle. It's so cozy, take your place. I am your mommy bird, I will bring some food for you in my beak.
Эта игра ей очень понравилась, когда я ртом брала какие-то предметы, например, карандаши и кормила её клювиком в клювик :)
This is a beetle, chomp it.
-I do not like it, it is not tasty, bring me some bug.
- you do not like it, this is strange, we birds always have this kind of beetles for lunch. O.k. try this butterfly then.
- I do not like this butterfly. It is not good. I do not eat butterfly.
- How about a coacrouch?
- No,  bring me a long long bug.
-A worm?
- yes! A worm! Yummy!

Примерно так мы и играем. Еще играли по одной книжке Rainbow rabbit. Это история про выпавший зубик у зайчонка, который с друзьями отправляется к дантисту в лес. Вся инициатива её, видно книжка усвоилась, хотя мы давно её в руки не брали.
Where is the dentist? It is under the pillow? No, it isn't. Come here and ask a robin where it is.
Я помогаю ей, близко к тексту книжки: let's look for someone with a red fluffy tail who lives in the forest. But it can't be a fox. We are afraid of the fox. We are going to throw acorns into the fox who is chasing us.
Кидаемся воображаемыми желудями. Встречаем белку.
I am a dentist, open your mouth, show me where does it hurt?
В стоматолога она готова играть каждый день, очень артистично открывает рот и показывает: It hurts here, I have a wobbling tooth.

Особенно радует меня её дисциплинированность в языках, в одной фразе не встречаются русские и английские слова, она не смешивает языки. Я уже не раз замечала, как она пытается узнать у меня неизвестное ей слово по-английски, в тот момент, когда мы говорим об этом по-русски. Например, если ей папа даёт финик, она скажет: о, финик! What is it I eating? - You are eating a dime.

Вобщем, картина не такая уж печальная, играем, развиваемся день за днём. Главное - не cдаваться. Never give up.