This is actually really good for babies’ brain development. You’re laying the groundwork for conversation, teaching them through example that people take turns talking and listening.
Did you know that babies from affluent families hear an average of thirty MILLION more words before age 5 than babies in families below the poverty line? For context, Les Miserables is about 650,000 words and it looks like this:
So it’s like reading this book 46 times.* And that’s not the total number of spoken words, that’s the GAP between affluent and poor babies. And these are the years in which the brain undergoes the most development. It’s mind-boggling.
So what I’m saying is: keep doing the thing. Do it to all babies, all the time. Narrate your day. Ask them for opinions. (“Should we buy the large bag of potatoes or the small bag?” “Gaabooglagje.” “Yes, just as I thought.”) Point out colors and shapes and letters. Let them scribble outside the lines and treat their babble like talk. Sing them nursery rhymes and Raffi songs and songs from the radio. All of these things are going to build their brains to prepare them for kindergarten and beyond.
*Please do not read Les Mis 46 times to an infant. They don’t even care about the Parisian sewer system.
quick gabe piece i did today! haven’t worked a whole lot in digital for the past few weeks, so i figured i’d do a little warmup piece. the outfit design is based on a cosplay by @sunny-sunshine7 who ALSO happened to base that cosplay on designs i’ve drawn!?
Just because angels were higher beings didn’t mean that they didn’t feel anything.
Sure, most of the feelings were from the humans that they used as their vessels, but they felt things, none the less.
Gabriel saw that angels had relationships. Some angels always joked that Gabriel would find someone sooner or later, but when Gabriel looked at anyone in a romantic type of way, Gabriel felt nothing.
He didn’t like girls. He didn’t even like guys.
He didn’t feel that way for anyone.
After looking and studying the humans down below, Gabriel quickly realized that he was, what the humans called, asexual.
Gabriel looked around at the angels around him, the ones with relationships, and the ones who joked that he would find the ‘true one for him’ within the millennium, and Gabriel panicked slightly, thinking that because he was ace, that they would find it funny, or think it was a joke.
Gabriel disappeared into a private area of Heaven, only to find Lucifer there.
“Lucifer…” Gabriel said softly, looking at his older brother.
“Hey, Gabriel. What’s wrong?” Lucifer asked, looking over at his brother with concern, seeing the discomfort settled in Gabriel’s face.
“Nothing….” Gabriel murmured, shrugging his shoulders.
“I know when something’s wrong with my baby brother.” Lucifer scoffed. “So, seriously, tell me what’s wrong.” He said, moving over to Gabriel and settling down on the grass with him.
“I’m asexual.” Gabriel said.
“What?”
“I’m asexual.” Gabriel repeated. “I don’t like girls or guys….not like how others do. I don’t…feel that way. I’m asexual.”
“Why is that bothering you?” Lucifer asked, sincerely.
“What if….” Gabriel started, before cutting himself off, looking down at the grass they were sitting on. “What if the others make fun of me?” Gabriel asked softly, and when he glanced up, Lucifer saw that he was crying.
Lucifer moved over, and wrapped an arm around Gabriel, and pulled him close while Gabriel cried.
“What if they think that I’m stupid or something and they-”
“Hey, enough of that talk. No one’s gonna make fun of you for being asexual.” Lucifer said. “Seriously.”
“How do you know?” Gabriel asked.
“Because everyone is different. Even angels. And if they do make fun of you, who the fuck cares? It’s your life, not theirs. They can’t dictate you around and make you do shit you don’t want to do.”
“Yeah…”
“Besides, if they try to, I’ll kick their ass for you, Gabe.” Lucifer grinned.
Gabriel smiled up at Lucifer, and Lucifer returned the grin.
“I got you’re back, baby brother.” Lucifer said. “No one is going to make fun of you. I promise.”
I hate never knowing what kind of day I’m gonna have until I wake up.
I hate never knowing what’s gonna set me off and trigger my anxiety and/or depression
I’m bitter and whiny cause I had a shitty dream that left me awake at 4 am and feeling totally meh and here I am 3 hours later and I’m still pretty meh and I had so many plans for today and now I don’t know if I can get any of them done and should I try going back to sleep?
Karate, SPN Demonic Octopus Guardian 