She is amazing!
Daisy just spent hours "reading" by herself on the floor of her room, narrating the books as she goes along. Sometimes she gets it right-- I can hear her pointing things out in the books and naming them, and she'll say "cat," and "keys" and other things that are correct--"hat," "puppy," "pot"--and every now and then she'll do one of her funny mistakes. For some reason, she calls a picture of ice cream "pasta." And I have no idea what she's saying right now but it sounds like "Sight! Sight!"
She can also name some of the characters in the book--"Mickey" in the Night Kitchen, "Mak" for "Max" in Where the Wild Things Are, and "Dicka" in Flicka, Ricka, Dicka. (Just today she also said "Betty" for the girls' deeply-annoying-in-her-perpetual-optimism Aunt Betty.)
Anyway, though, just now I heard her working on her language skills, and it was so amazing to watch her trying to figure things out. She was saying what sounded like "kite," but she finally had it narrowed down to "cake" and I realized she was pointing out the pie in Amelia Bedelia (she also says pie, but lately she has been on "cake" because that's what Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka bake in their endlessly boring tale that she makes me read over and over and over again). Then, after working on her pronunciation of "cake," she lifted her leg and said "kick" and made kicking motions. I think she was working out how these two words that sound so similar can mean different things.
EDIT: Here is the plot synopsis of Flicka, Ricka, Dicka Bake a Cake. "Three little Swedish girls bake two cakes for their mother's birthday surprise, one a burned catastrophe, but the second a golden success." These books were written in the 50s and have beautiful illustrations and quaint stories, and Daisy ADORES them. But it strikes me as quite unfair that the greatest source of tension in the girls' story is whether or not they will burn two cakes. On the other hand, Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr--the three identical Swedish boys who are counterparts to Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka--have exciting adventures involving almost drowning and riding into the snowy wilderness on sleds and encountering wolves. I'll admit, however, that one of the Snipp, Snapp, Snurr books revolves around buying their mother a pair of red shoes with gold lining-- but they have to get into exciting adventures in order to obtain them, unlike the girls. Oh well. How shocking-- women faced domestic cliches in the fifties! You'd think I was just learning this.
Actually, it is mostly just amusing to me that Daisy loves the cake burning book so much. She has very interesting taste.
She can also name some of the characters in the book--"Mickey" in the Night Kitchen, "Mak" for "Max" in Where the Wild Things Are, and "Dicka" in Flicka, Ricka, Dicka. (Just today she also said "Betty" for the girls' deeply-annoying-in-her-perpetual-optimism Aunt Betty.)
Anyway, though, just now I heard her working on her language skills, and it was so amazing to watch her trying to figure things out. She was saying what sounded like "kite," but she finally had it narrowed down to "cake" and I realized she was pointing out the pie in Amelia Bedelia (she also says pie, but lately she has been on "cake" because that's what Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka bake in their endlessly boring tale that she makes me read over and over and over again). Then, after working on her pronunciation of "cake," she lifted her leg and said "kick" and made kicking motions. I think she was working out how these two words that sound so similar can mean different things.
EDIT: Here is the plot synopsis of Flicka, Ricka, Dicka Bake a Cake. "Three little Swedish girls bake two cakes for their mother's birthday surprise, one a burned catastrophe, but the second a golden success." These books were written in the 50s and have beautiful illustrations and quaint stories, and Daisy ADORES them. But it strikes me as quite unfair that the greatest source of tension in the girls' story is whether or not they will burn two cakes. On the other hand, Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr--the three identical Swedish boys who are counterparts to Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka--have exciting adventures involving almost drowning and riding into the snowy wilderness on sleds and encountering wolves. I'll admit, however, that one of the Snipp, Snapp, Snurr books revolves around buying their mother a pair of red shoes with gold lining-- but they have to get into exciting adventures in order to obtain them, unlike the girls. Oh well. How shocking-- women faced domestic cliches in the fifties! You'd think I was just learning this.
Actually, it is mostly just amusing to me that Daisy loves the cake burning book so much. She has very interesting taste.
posted by Sarah Goss at 10:23 AM
3 Comments:
Put it this way--Flicka, Ricka, and Dicka are home in a cozy warm safe place, waiting for Snipp, Snapp, and Snurr to weed themselves out of the genetic future.
Ha ha ha!
I've never met you, Marguerite, but I like you!
Lee
Heehehehehe!!!
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