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The Baby Language app teaches you the ability to distinguish different types of baby cries yourself. It comes with a support tool to help you in the first period when learning to distinguish baby cries. It points you in the right direction by real-time distinguishing baby cries and translating them into understandable language.
The Baby Language app shows you many different ways on how to handle each specific cry. It provides you with lots of information and illustrations on how to prevent or reduce all different kind of cries.
There were the drawings. Minutes you don’t keep in a notebook but scratch on the backs of receipts: a joystick with roots, a mother with cartridge eyes. There was the way our plants began leaning toward the console, as if it exuded a light they could not refuse. The mail stacked in neat piles—postcards she’d never sent, coupons she’d never used—each stamped with a pixelated heart.
We never saw the face of what was forming inside Mom. In the evenings she would cradle her stomach and speak to it in the names of extinct consoles—Atari, Dreamcast, Game Boy—as if reciting a litany. The voice that answered her sometimes was hers and sometimes another: a warped melody of startup chimes and static, like someone humming through a bad radio.
At first it was just the way she moved in the evenings: slower, like someone who had learned a secret rhythm. She hummed at odd times, paused mid-sentence as if listening for a cue only she could hear. Friends joked that the game had stolen her attention. I should have laughed too. Instead I started finding things—tiny, impossible things—that suggested the theft was more intimate than distraction.
Founder and Developer
UI/UX Designer
Dutch translator
and coordinator
Webdesigner my mom is impregnated by a delinquent game
Spanish translator
French translator
Italian translator There were the drawings
German translator
Indonesian translator
Portuguese translator The mail stacked in neat piles—postcards she’d never
Russian translator
3D Graphic artist
Arabic translator
Magazine
Thanks to Baby Language I really got to know my child better. I now know how to find out what is bothering him and more important; How to prevent his inconveniences. He hardly cries
Technology News Website
Baby Language one of the must have
if you are a parent with small
TechWibe
There were the drawings. Minutes you don’t keep in a notebook but scratch on the backs of receipts: a joystick with roots, a mother with cartridge eyes. There was the way our plants began leaning toward the console, as if it exuded a light they could not refuse. The mail stacked in neat piles—postcards she’d never sent, coupons she’d never used—each stamped with a pixelated heart.
We never saw the face of what was forming inside Mom. In the evenings she would cradle her stomach and speak to it in the names of extinct consoles—Atari, Dreamcast, Game Boy—as if reciting a litany. The voice that answered her sometimes was hers and sometimes another: a warped melody of startup chimes and static, like someone humming through a bad radio.
At first it was just the way she moved in the evenings: slower, like someone who had learned a secret rhythm. She hummed at odd times, paused mid-sentence as if listening for a cue only she could hear. Friends joked that the game had stolen her attention. I should have laughed too. Instead I started finding things—tiny, impossible things—that suggested the theft was more intimate than distraction.