samedi 25 octobre 2008

Twilight

We've just started to 'teach' Amy baby sign language. No, she's not gone deaf . . . but it's a way of gettting them to express themselves without all that unpleasant creating and shrieking that they are all prone to do. Put your hand to your mouth when they're hungry or eating and make an eating noise for 'I am hungry.', hands open in supplication for "All gone.", Wiggley hand for "Bottle." Hands stroking chin for "What are you playing at parent?.", that kind of thing. The one above is "O no not another photo." We're trying to teach her to shake her fist and growl when she hears the word "Sarkozy". The possibilities are endless. And confusing on from the baby's perspective. How are they supposed to know what the hellfire's going on? "You did that sign before when I was outside and now again when I'm eating! Make your dumbass minds up. Anyway how am I thinking this without having learnt this wretrched language?" Philosophy is bad explanations for things we already know. But I don't know the sign for that load of Wittgensteinian nonsense.

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