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rivka ([personal profile] rivka) wrote2006-06-08 11:56 am
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Alex was in another research study yesterday. This one was apparently tons of fun.

They're studying short-term memory. Previous studies have found that babies Alex's age have a short-term memory of about three items. So if you hide three items in a box and let them retrieve two, they'll keep searching for the third - but if you hide four items and only let them retrieve two, they may not realize that there are more in there. Adults' short-term memories can be assisted by "chunking" - grouping the information to be remembered in larger units. For example, it would be hard for most people to reproduce the letters

NYCFBILSDFDR

after only being exposed to them for a couple of seconds, but it would be relatively easy if the letters were presented as

NYC FBI LSD FDR

Babies are the same way. If they're presented with four identical toy cats which are then hidden in a box, they're more likely to keep searching until they find all of them than if they're given four totally different toys. The similarity of the items lets them chunk them together so there's less to remember.

This study was looking at the middle ground, where items are similar (four different toy cats, four different toy cars, or two cats and two cars) but not identical. The experimenter had a black box with an opening at one end shielded by two strips of Spandex. Alex could reach between the Spandex strips, but couldn't see in (although she certainly tried, by pulling one strip of Spandex way out and then peering in). The experimenter showed her the toy cats or cars, put them in the box, and then pushed the box forward to let Alex retrieve them. Unbeknownst to Alex, the experimenter was secretly holding two of the toys at the back of the box so that they were unretrievable. So she'd get the first two out, no problem, and then there would be a little pause to see if she kept searching.

Alex found the whole thing very exciting. She bounced and pointed when the toys were shown, reaching eagerly for the apparatus. After enough repetitions of the experimenter's rigid script ("Alex, look! Look! See this? See this?") she started pointing and saying "Look! Look!" herself. She also tried her best to re-hide the toys after she took them out of the box. (Hey, the experimenter kept putting them in the box, so obviously that was how you played with them!) I couldn't really tell how diligently she was searching for the unretrievable ones, and how the different experimental conditions affected her searching - that will be a matter for videotape coders.

She got a T-shirt and a fancy award certificate for participating. I was sorry to hear that they won't have any more studies for her until she's 28 months. Apparently they've found that research participants in the early toddler years are more trouble than they're worth.



New books she asks for by name: Where's my cow? ("Cow cow!"; a current obsession which may be demanded ten times a day), Splash! ("Spass!")

New words: cereal, bottle, truck, tree, squirrel, grapes, strawberries ("s'raw"), go, jeans (seems to apply to any pants or shorts with a fly front), shirt, down, yes, dark, yogurt, cracker, water, head, barrette, house, food, Cheerios, night (for "good night" or going to sleep), Zoe, neck (seems to specifically mean "necklace," applied both to my flaming chalice pendant and my parents' dog's collar), hot, thank you ("daysoo"), clap, Bill, pen. "Cow" and "splash" are also new words, but I don't know if she realizes they have any meaning beyond book titles. Mostly multisyllabic words are expressed as a single syllable, so yogurt becomes "yo" and barrette is "b'reh.".

New word for which I am probably going to hell: Tie-tie (meaning "tired"), courtesy of Cute Overload. I did not intend to deliberately teach Alex baby talk, I swear, but one day after her nap I couldn't resist saying, "Poor Alex, she's still so tie-tie." She immediately grinned at me and said "Tie-tie" - I think she's heard enough English that she could kind of tell that it wasn't a real word, just silliness. (The ability to recognize whether something is likely to be a word in your native language develops before actual understanding does.) And then she remembered it. A couple of days later she got me up very early in the morning, and I told her, "Mama's tired." "Tie-tie," she said, and grinned like a fool. Oops.

Edited to add: Here's the picture that forever added "tie-tie" to my vocabulary.

[identity profile] kip-w.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 04:02 pm (UTC)(link)
That's not a cow! That's a hippopotamus.
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[personal profile] ailbhe 2006-06-08 04:09 pm (UTC)(link)
Heh, I still say "mafu" to mean tomato, because one of my big sisters used to say it as a toddler. I *still* think my mother is the greatest.

(Though my family can be unintelligible to outsiders; conversations like

-Where did I lost them, John?
-sur la table.
-oh right. Bainne, bitte.
-We have no klim, but there's mafu juice...

They make perfect sense to US. But it did confuse the hell out of Rob, first time my little sister came to stay.

[identity profile] kightp.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 04:11 pm (UTC)(link)
*grin* You just got Lesson No. 1 in Parent-Child Language Transmission: No matter how you struggle to teach Baby the words you want her to use, she will instantly pick up the one you'd just as soon she didn't.

Or so it was explained to me by my friend Tori, whose 2-year-old, Max, learned to shout a hearty "fuck!" after a single exposure when mama stepped through the theretofore undiscovered rotten floorboard in their laundry room.
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[personal profile] melebeth 2006-06-08 04:47 pm (UTC)(link)
Bwahahahahaha. I knew cute overload was going to take over the world... one cute child at a time.

My "oops I taught a child a word" was "stuff." There was a toddler wandering around my mom's house and she asked what was in the cabinets and I said "oh, just stuff." and... stuff became apparently not only the word of the day, but hte word of the week.

[identity profile] geekymary.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 05:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Adults' short-term memories can be assisted by "chunking" - grouping the information to be remembered in larger units.

Is there a name for that, besides just "chunking"? That really applies to my line of work (Information Architecture) because often software needs to give users a lot of information and we encourage this chunking to help that along. It's always nice to be able to pull out a psychology reference. Lends what we're saying a little more credence.

[identity profile] jinian.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 05:55 pm (UTC)(link)
Because I was laughing over your mishap throughout my car trip this morning, I will mention as penance that it took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out what "tie-tie" was supposed to mean. I had to see it on two or three CO posts before I got it.

Alex is really impressive at language!
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[identity profile] therealjae.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 05:58 pm (UTC)(link)
She also tried her best to re-hide the toys after she took them out of the box.

Okay, this is *hilarious*.

Also, 'Spass' means 'fun' in German. Thought you should know. :-)

-J

[identity profile] hobbitbabe.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
I love that research-subject story.

But strawberries? Does that mean that already Alex can eat things that you can't eat?

[identity profile] mactavish.livejournal.com 2006-06-08 07:39 pm (UTC)(link)
I love watching them learn to categorize then narrow down. Four-legged animals are all cows or dogs or whatever, then they start to work out dog and cow as separate beings, then dalmatian vs. poodle, etc. Then they become a bit fussier. I said something to a bright four-year-old yesterday about her pants, and she replied, "Maaary! These are CAPRIS." I said, "And capris are a kind of . . . ."
"[massive sigh of endurance] . . . pants, pants, yes, I know."
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[identity profile] juthwara.livejournal.com 2006-06-09 04:16 am (UTC)(link)
New books she asks for by name: Where's my cow?

Clearly a child of taste and discernment! It's never too early to become a rabid Terry Pratchett fan.

I can certainly see how how after ten times a day, even Pratchett could start to pall, though. :)

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(Anonymous) 2006-06-12 01:21 pm (UTC)(link)
My daughter used to say "What kind of chicken is this?".