The Daily Something

Born again sinner. mexican. twenty-two

[deadlypoetacademia]

[cosettefauchelevente]

masterpost of cooking, crafting, domestic, etc things i found

an introductory guide to watercolour painting

apple cookies

boss the basics - how to make bread

cherry pie pastry envelopes

cream cheese strawberry cookies

create your own hanging garden

crochet cat paw chair socks

crochet easy coin wallet

crochet strawberry coaster

cute crochet mushrooms

crochet wildflower coasters

dandelion and daisy cookies

diy chive vinegar

diy jewellery organisers

diy rose oil and rose water

easy homemade potpourri

edible glitter chocolate bars

floral bath salts

frog macarons

handmade floral gift ideas for any occasion

homemade deodorant

how to make daisy salve

how to make dandelion oil and ways to use it

how to make diy fairy wings with cellophane

how to dry herbs

how to make heart shaped pot holders

how to make an ocean diorama

how to make seashell string lights

how to make a terrarium

how to preserve flowers in resin

how to press flowers and leaves

how to sustainably tap a birch tree

how to turn wildflowers into crystallised candied sweets

lavender body oil

lavender cookies

lavender honey lemon cake

lavender lemonade

lilac honey recipe

map coasters

moon and stars baby mobile crochet pattern

painting an acrylic cherry tree forest

pinecone picture frame ornaments

rose ice-cream

sand art terrarium

strawberry and cream handbag crochet pattern

strawberry and orange personal pouch crochet pattern

strawberry butter

strawberry, elderflower, and dandelion wine

tanzhong milk bread

the art of japanese bookbinding

the free coffee that grows all around us

vintage floral nail art

white chocolate cherry fudge

wild violet vinegar

4 types of drawing clouds - acrylic painting

5 ways to grow food without a garden

8 cute and easy hairstyles from japanese fashion magazines

10 copycat cleaner recipes

10+ things to make with violets

12 homemade gifts for book lovers

13 crafts made from recycled jars

19+ flavoured butters

21 household problems you can solve with bicarbonate of soda

30 cleaning hacks

50+ dandelion recipes

[german-enthusiast]

In my L1-acquisition class two weeks ago, our professor talked about how only 9% of the speech a baby hears is single words. Everything else is phrases and sentences, onslaughts of words and meaning!

Thus, a baby not only has to learn words and their meanings but also learn to segment lots of sounds INTO words. Doyouwantalittlemoresoupyesyoudoyoucutie. Damn.

When she talked about HOW babies learn to segment words our professor said, and I love it, "babies are little statisticians" because when listening to all the sounds, they start understanding what sound is likely to come after another vs which is not.

After discussing lots of experiments done with babies, our professor added something that I already knew somewhere in my brain but didn't know I know: All this knowledge is helpful when learning an L2 as well:

Listen to natives speaking their language. Original speed. Whatever speaker. Whatever topic.

It is NOT about understanding meaning. It is about learning the rhythm of the language, getting a feeling for its sound, the combination of sounds, the melody and the pronunciation.

Just how babies have to learn to identify single words within waves of sounds, so do adults learning a language. It will help immensely with later (more intentional) listening because you're already used to the sound, can already get into the groove of the languge.

Be as brave as a baby.

You don't even have to pay special attention. Just bathe in the sound of your target language. You'll soak it up without even noticing.

[set-apart-path]

Return, my wandering heart, To thy dear resting-place; Nothing in nature, nor in art, So fair as Jesus’ face.

Henry Fowler, In Returning and Rest Shall Ye Be Saved

[gratitudechangesthings-deactiva]

“If all things fell but You remained, I’m good.”

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[onlinecounsellingcollege]

“So much of her time spent like this: dreaming up things to say and never quite saying them.” - Colum McCann

[carrionhearted]

Sorry for infodumping about my special interest out of nowhere, you said a keyword and it activated my unskippable dialogue

[manincaffeine]

[retro7wonder4reverie]

[wildspringday]

every girl should be assigned a random old woman that's not related to you to support you throughout your life

[godsfavoritedumpsterfire]

[woodsandhearth]

I always know when I am disobeying because I have a lack of peace.

[christmas-winter]

[remanence-of-love]

[starlightacademia]

“It's taboo to admit that you're lonely. You can make jokes about it, of course. You can tell people that you spend most of your time with Netflix or that you haven't left the house today and you might not even go outside tomorrow. But rarely do you ever tell people about the true depths of your loneliness, about how you feel more and more alienated from your friends each passing day and you're not sure how to fix it. It seems like everyone is just better at living than you are. A part of you knew this was going to happen. Growing up, you just had this feeling that you wouldn't transition well to adult life, that you'd fall right through the cracks. And look at you now, it's happening.”

[enennui-deactivated20230710]

Sorry for Christianposting on your post, it’s just our God is an awesome God, He reigns from Heaven above

[hannaoliviaway]

on motherhood ||| 7/2/15

what even is motherhood? you grow this tiny babe in your belly for the better part of a year and worry about it every single day. you try to eat healthy (even though all that baby wants is pickles and donuts) and stop drinking beer, you ask for all the advice that you can, you stock up on diapers, you read the books and take the classes, and you sort through tiny tiny clothes. and then, after so much work and the worst pain and most trying hours of your life, that tiny babe is in your arms. and you have no clue what to do. it’s surreal and weird and crazy and emotions are running rampant. but you’ve never felt as much love as you do in that second. that first second when you finally see his face and time literally stops and your heart explodes and says, “oh there you are! I’ve been waiting for you but I never knew what you look like but now I do and you are so perf!”

the next few weeks are spent learning constantly and it is hard. learning who this tiny person is and realizing that your life is completely changed forever. exhaustion sets in, you feel inadequate, you fight with your husband, and wonder if you’ll make it through the week, through the day even. motherhood is exactly like they told you it would be, except better and harder and completely different. there are just enough sweet moments to break up the hard ones – I’ve said it before and I still stand by it: I am positive babies sleep so much to give you a break from all the crazy and give you a minute to watch them sleep and then you fall in love with em all over again. those moments are so necessary. you cry a lot but also your heart explodes every day and you get through it all, on love alone.

then that tiny babe grows into a bigger tiny babe and starts smiling and making noises and eating food like a normal human. he crawls and laughs and claps his hands and thinks the world of you. he recognizes you and holds his tiny bit chubby arms up to you and gives you open-mouthed kisses. he becomes adventurous and curious about the world, and you get to show him. you are his mama. you are the one he wants when he is scared, you are the one he comes to for comfort and snugs, you are the one who makes him laugh, you are the one who gets to show him the whole entire world. you are his comforter, helper, protecter, adventure-taker, Hobbit-reader, butt-wiper, biggest fan, outfit-picker-out-er, keeper of the boobs, belly tickler, silly dancin partner, sneaker of ice cream, encourager, cleaner of all the messes, ouchie-kisser, listener of all the ideas, master snuggler, best friend. what a hugely significant role is motherhood. what a crazy beautiful hard learning process. what a precious gift.

[majoaqh]

This.