Martin – the joker

Today I had lot of fun again. It all started in the morning. Mom and I had much to do in the town and as it looked like it would start to rain, we took the car instead of my pram. Aja, poor think, had to stay at home.

First we went to the office of the healthcare company. Mammy was literally excited because she found a great parking spot right in front of the main entrance. But the happiness had vanished when she realized the entrance was blocked and there was only a tiny note on the door saying that you should use the “back door” instead. It was luck that we didn’t have the pram because there is quite a long stairway into the building. The pram would not fit in the for sure.

Another surprise was expecting us when we arrived to the third floor of the building. On the door of the office of the healthcare company there was a fresh new label with changed working hours. Just a few days ago they started at 7:30 a.m. but now it was postponed to 8 o’clock. We had to wait for 15 minutes. Usually I don’t mind waiting but this time wind blowing through the building made me a little nervous. Outside it started to rain quite heavily before we settled all the matters but we managed to get to our car in a short window, which opened between two periods of rain.

After this episode we set to the road. The next stop was the doctor. The third check of my hips was waiting. But this time we didn’t go to the hospital where my first check took place. We went to another doctor where I have also already been. It was about a month ago and the unpleasant doctor with cold hands had my medical record ready before I even entered the office.

This time I was old enough to receive my first dose of X-rays. At first we waited in the waiting room of that unpleasant doctor. A nurse came out (different than last time) and sent us to the basement to X-ray office. There was a man who told my mom to undress me. My diaper had to go too. Mom got some long heavy apron to protect her from unnecessary x-rays, because she had to hold my legs in correct position. It took just a few seconds and the picture was taken. Mammy started to put my diaper and clothes on again fast but the man came out from his room to tell her there was some failure and the picture had to be taken again. Well, I didn’t mind too much, the room was comfortably warm and my diaper was gone… Mammy held my legs again and the picture was taken in a second. Good one this time. The man said she could put my things on again. But I was faster …. and wet :).

I wetted the table and my mom. Well, to be exact I wetted the long heavy apron she was wearing. Mom promptly hid her shoes so it all went to the floor. I have to stress that she had warned the guy that I sometimes did such things. Therefore when he saw what happened he just gave my mom without word some tissues to dry my and than he cleaned the mess around himself laughing out. He said he had not had such patient yet and that I was a real joker :).

We took the roentgen picture and went back to the waiting room upstairs. This time there was another doctor, much younger and more kind. Unlike the other doctor this one checked me really carefully. He even took off my socks to see my feet. Than he checked the hips, but mammy told him what happened so he took off my diaper for just a little while. You could hear his laughter to the waiting room when mom explained what happened just a few minutes before. Well, I didn’t have any ammunition left anyway :). The doctor said my hips were all right and that I didn’t have to visit them again.

This could be the end of my day today but there is one more story I would like to give you. I know it just out of hearing; I was present but asleep.

After we visited the doctor, we had to go shopping too. Mum didn’t take too much food but she had to get me some diapers. Everything went quite well until we got to the cash desks. Only three of ten cash desks were on and there were long queues at each of them. We had already been waiting for about ten minutes when some older woman with very self-confident look in her face started to jump the queue – right in front of us. There were about ten other people behind us so mom very politely told her that the queue went on behind us between the two long refrigerators. It was like pricking into the wasps' nest. That woman started to shout at my mom that she was old and so she had the right … she almost hit my mom with the walking stick. She also screamed she would miss the bus if she went to the end of the queue etc. Mom just told her, that she is sorry but the other people also have to be somewhere – hurry to work, to the doctor or are just tired and need to go home… but if she was at least little polite and just simply asked her to let her go first because of the bus, she would let her go without any word. To be at least little polite makes wonders but nobody likes to be shouted at for no reason. That women started the laments again, told my mom to shut up etc. Nevertheless she backed out and pushed her cart behind us. The lady standing behind us didn’t have the guts to act as my mom did so she let the crazy woman to get ahead of her.

There was quite chaos because of the woman. A new queue started to create behind her so in a minute there were two long queues standing by one cash desk. But we got out of the store fast. When we drove away mammy saw the old hag sitting on the bus stop with another woman chatting happily. She didn’t seem like running to catch the bus.

My first day without parents

The beginning of last Saturday was very promising. I woke up as usually at six am and it didn’t take me too long to wake mammy to change my diaper and get me something to eat. After breakfast I supposed we would go back to bedroom so I could wake also daddy and mammy could go back to sleep immediately. Well, my dad can sleep over my jabbering but not too long :).

Although we went back to the bedroom as usually, mammy surprised me. Normally she falls back asleep in five minutes after she gets to bed but this time, she stood awake. We all – including the dog - were out of bed again before seven. I started to smell some adventure.

On the table in the kitchen there were four bags (three of those contented my stuff) and some work wear (not for me, luckily). After my parents had breakfast, daddy took Aja for a walk and I assisted mammy with taking the things to the garage. Mammy struggled for about ten minutes with my pram before she managed to get it into the car but finally she succeeded. The back door was not closed completely but there was only little whole. This is a clear proof of victory of spirit over substance :).

Step by step mammy filled the car with not only my pram but also all the bags, work wear, a bag with provender and finally also me in the car seat. Daddy got on and that was it. Aja had to stay at home, there was no more space for her inside and we didn’t have anything which we could have used to fix her to the roof.

I was very curious where we were going and what we were going to do there but my parents spoiled it all. We just got to grandparents and most of the stuff (including my pram) was unloaded. I was given to my granny and the parents have left me without looking back to enjoy the fun alone.

I spent the whole day alone at my grandparents. I behaved very well because I thought it was not my grandparents’ fault I was left behind so early at my age. It was my first day without parents. It was such a nice but still day.

Mammy and daddy returned late the afternoon. Mother was full of stains (looked like a Dalmatian I see often in one garden when we go for a walk) and I could smell used-up oil. Daddy, on the contrary, looked unmarked with work. But it was just the first sight. He had his dungarees with him and when I checked it carefully, I could see green color of freshly cut grass.

They re-loaded quickly all the stuff – me included – to the car and we speeded home. Daddy was driving in the morning and my mammy kept talking to his driving. Well, he is used to cutting curves so of course the almost closed door of the boot opened before we came to grandparents’ house and he had to stop and close it again. But it was a nice change for me because I usually go by car with mammy driving. This time, mammy drove back. She, on the contrary drove very carefully, almost too slowly I would say but the back door opened in a few minutes, much earlier than in the morning. Of course daddy commented upon in. I said to myself I should take revenge for being left by my mother for the whole day and as I cannot talk yet, I at least let slip some of my afternoon snack. I do this all the time, lying in bed, being carried around or sitting in my car seat but this time, I chose the right moment and the association was clear :).

But otherwise I was quite sad. I could have enjoyed so much fun with them, stick my hands to oil and put it all over myself and my mammy, get in the way to daddy mowing and spread grass all over the place. Instead I spent a day smiling at my grandparents. It was not bad, they took very good care of me, but immediately when I grow up, I won’t let my parents leave me like this. I will definitely go with them and enjoy the fun.

My dad likes passwords

My dad really likes passwords. He has them everywhere. I somehow cannot understand the complicated system of creating the passwords so I am afraid I will newer be able to hack his computer. That is sad :(

On the other hand, it has also some positives. Not so long ago my mammy and I were having lots of fun thanks to one of dad’s passwords. We were sitting in the “work” room and I was just having my dinner. Dad was sitting by his computer and had some very strange expression in his face. He was also using that strange “computer” language he usually uses when the work does not go so well. That was all just because he was trying to open some file he had locked with a very complicate password a few days before.

My dad is a real genius in making up passwords. He is so good, that sometimes he cannot puzzle it himself. And so he was sitting in the work room and didn’t feel happy. My mam was laughing. You know, she has her own experience with passwords. Luckily, her bank supports unblocking the account on the phone when you block it with a wrong combination :)

I was already well fed and was just getting ready to go to bed and my dad was still sitting in the work room and trying to crack the top secret code. Fruitless effort, I must say…

Following two days I didn’t get to see daddy too much. He spent lots of time in the workroom and I think he didn’t get much sleep those days. I just caught sight of him during lunch. Aja was very sad, sitting under the hanger where here leash is kept. She loves being walked by dad, because he takes her to some splendid places. With mammy she just gets to walk around the town where we can go with the pram. Bud daddy didn’t see it.

Finally the third day daddy succeeded. Mammy and I were already almost asleep – I in my crib and mammy over some book - as usually. Daddy entered the bedroom with a dance step and crow so Aja even raised her head. Daddy was calling: “I got it… I got it!”

The battle was won, my dad was the winner… but… one won battle does not mean a victorious war. Look at Napoleon… he was so happy after the battle of Austerlitz… I think daddy will need that file again soon :)))

My dragon

Today, I learnt a new prima trick. I was practicing with my hands for so long, that I managed to grasp with both hands one of the toys hanging above me ��� a little zebra. I held it for a leg and kept pulling it a little. Mam was watching it for a while with amusement but than she freed the poor animal because she was worried that I would tear the leg off. However the zebra hangs in the kitchen and I play with it every time when mummy prepares my food or cooks for her and dad so I suppose there will be lots of opportunities to keep practicing it later.

To not forget my newly gained skill, I tried it also on a rattle, which my aunt Jarka brought to me ��� it has a shape of little dragon, it is green, and I hadn���t spent much time playing with it yet. But today it came in handy. I wrapped my little fingers around one side and crabbed it tight. Than I shot my arm up ��� and I hit my eye��� It hurt a lot so of course I started to cry. I stopped in a minute or two and than mammy showed me, how to hold it right. So I grabbed the dragon once more and started to move it up and down. That was much better. Sometimes, it fell down ��� usually on my belly, but mammy helped me to get it back. It took some time till I lost my interest and focused on the linen I have under my head.

Oh.. and I almost forgot��� hands are also great to put in your mouth, chew on them and slobber on them. Much better than some dummy��� but I have already told you before, haven���t I?

Visiting day

Recently I am too busy. I don’t event manage to keep my blog up to date. The thing is, I have to keep a watch of my parents. Sometimes it is quite hard work to do. I cannot understand how the guardian angels manage their work.

Look for example at the last weekend. I was very busy. At first I had to do the building supervision. The cottage and my grandparents’ garden was being painted. Grandma and grandpa had done most of the work but the most dangerous parts had to be left for my dad so he was balancing on high ladder. It was something! Nevertheless, daddy was quite careful so I am not an orphan yet.

I was even more worried about my mom. To be precise - about her fingers. She was cutting the hedge using the big electric cutter. Once she had a narrow squeak but luckily it all ended well. At the end she even cut the hedge also at the neighbors’. I am talking of the neighbors who are not living there for more than a year. Mom wanted to cut our hedge on the top from their side as it was not possible to do it at our side. The hedge was so overgrown there that first she had to cut it all from the side. Except a few mosquito bites and some nettle stings she came back all right.

I have to keep watch of Aja as well. On the walks she is quite independent sometimes and she nozzles where she should not to. The other day we went for shopping. Well, mom did the shopping and Aja and I were waiting for her in front of the shop. On our way back we took the longer journey so Aja had her fun too. We had to pass some sports areal. The gates are opened all day long and there were notices by every gate that “It is not allowed to bring the dog here”. We always just walk around and pass the sports areal. Although my parents always clean after Aja, they don’t want to bother with somebody who would be angry with them.

However, this time Aja put her head behind the gate. I guess there had been some other dog there before her and she just wanted to read the messages. But as soon as she put her head behind the gate, we could hear some vituperation. I didn’t really understand much of it. Some older gentleman was using the strange language my father usually uses when he is sitting by the computer and something goes wrong. Mom always tells me not to listen to it because this language is not suitable for children. I suppose it must be some very hard computer language. So far I have always forgotten most of what I had heard. I will have to pay more attention to it next time.

That man kept pointing out the notice. Aja, as soon as she heard him, took her head out from behind the gate and came back to us to the pavement. Mom tried to explain him that Aja was a very cleaver dog but although there was a dog (in one of the children stories) called Maxi-dog Fik, who could read and play chess, Aja still didn’t know what the letters on the notice ment. Unfortunately he didn’t understand it and kept using that strange language… so we just went on.

Aja still didn’t have enough and not far away from our house she went alone for a visit. A few months ago, I was still in my mom’s belly, Aja saw a handsome golden retriever – Monty. They kept running along the fence of his house for a while and Monty was whining so much, that his “daddy” looked out of the window and invited mom and Aja to their garden so the two dogs could run together. Aja liked this visit a lot. She came home dirty like a little pig and I guess she remembered this visit well. Every time we passed this fence, she sniffed it carefully. This time the gate was opened and Aja immediately went in. Mom had to park my pram on the pavement and than go for her. Monty was sitting behind the entrance door. As the door was partly glassed I could see Monty sitting behind the door at home whining sadly. Mom had to try hard to get Aja out of there. Aja didn’t want to go at all but at the end the force won :).

Otherwise Aja is a quite good dog. As far as she is not pretending to be a gardener (she likes to prepare holes to plant new bushes but my parents don’t really understand her passion for gardening) she keeps lying at home and sleeping. She loves to be on the garden or on the balcony and watch the world too. Sometimes she barks a little or she comes to lick my legs when there is a chance… and of course she guards our home. I am looking forward to running and playing with her when I am older. We will for sure enjoy being naughty :) together.