How we had our facade isolation made

There is lots of movement at home again. On Mondays a big new action started. A group of four men came with lots of tools and tubes wooden boards. The motto is “Demolish and destroy!” At first the chief told my mom that they would work from early morning to late night (i.e. from six a.m. to four p.m.) but the reality is a little different. The first day the boss arrived at around eight and the rest of the group was even later. I don’t know exactly when because at that time I was in the tax office with my parents (I have already written about it before – my second story with blackmailers). At two p.m. they were gone again. Next day they came an hour earlier so they are getting better :-).

The workmen started to work with the tubes and wooden boards. They made scaffolding. It all had to be very heavy because they had to finish it next day. My dad could not look at it and left for St. Petersburg. No wonder, the workmen started to make terrible noise when demolishing the old facade.

They have been demolishing it for third day already. They keep taking down the old asbestos facade, siding and wooden boards. The strokes are so loud that they woke me up several times and two or three times I was even afraid they ploughed inside. Luckily the house is still standing all right. It just looks very sad – it is like naked.

Aja also does not really like the works. She tries to sleep a lot but sometimes she startles, jumps and starts barking. Oh yes, Aja also know how to bark! Unfortunately she sometimes also barks at night. She probably does not like the scaffolding around the house. One night she even stressed mom so much that she took a fire-hook and went around to check the house. As Aja had already waked her up at least twice before, mom kept walking around with big dark sacks under her eyes the next day.

Already the first day mom let the workers know very clearly that the job at our house won’t be so easy. One of them smoked at ten when they were taking the first coffee break (first of many). Mom saw it so she gave him an old tea cup she usually gives to the smoking visitors instead of ashtray. The others were laughing at the smoker saying it was cleaver of my mom to do it as he would otherwise keep throwing the fag-ends around the garden. I am quite curious how many of those fag-ends is mom going to find when they are finished because they left the cup in the back garden but started to work mainly in the front.

I am also a little worried that when I start walking I won’t have any place to play. My parents got me a small but very nice garden where you can run around the grass, crawl into the flower beds and jump on the sandpit. Well… you could. Now there are old boards everywhere, huge bags with waste, tools and dust. It looks here like on a battle field, the grass is beaten down, there are nails dropped into the flower bed and the sandpit is gone. Aja is unhappy that she doesn’t even have a little space where to go and mom cannot look at the havoc any more. Daddy will be shocked when she is back. I wish it was all over soon!

Blackmailers all around

And there it is again. Do you remember one of my last stories about the blackmailers? Finally I started to feel safer regarding my toys as it seemed all problems were solved. My dad even received a letter from the lawyer confirming that the whole thing was a mistake.

The feeling of the safety was gone very soon. There was another blackmailer letter delivered. This time the envelop with a red strip was delivered to my grandparents. It was addressed to my mom and it again threatening with execution. The blackmailer was not the Czech Tv again but this time it was the tax office.

My grandmother felt very nervous. She said that she would never expect such threat because of my mom. She scanned the letter and sent it to mommy so she would have something to think about over the weekend.

And that is what she did. She kept thinking about it whole weekend. On Monday we all went for a walk to the tax office. Mom, daddy and I took a few rides in an elevator, visited a few offices and spent at least an hour with the woman who had sent the terrible letter. Finally everything was explained and the blackmailer woman did admit that the letter was a mistake and that there is really no debt on my mother’s account. Another twenty minutes my parents spent arguing with her asking for some written confirmation. The lady thought she had it on the hook and that she wouldn’t for sure give any confirmation. But she was no match for my father. He silenced her idle talk about no confirmation with a calm face of Charles Bronson as given by law my parents had a right for something called “Oral Proceeding Record”. Finally we left for home with this record in my mom’s bag. The record said literally that the tax office requested the money based on false claim and that my mom does not owe anything to them. The controller lady must have sleeping problems now and I guess from time to time she keeps hearing harmonica in her nightmares… :-)

We arrived home at the last moment – just on time to give me something to eat. I started to announce the hunger already on the way.

Than daddy just took his two bags, waved us and he was gone. Luckily at leas my mom stayed with me.

Television – my good friend

My parents are usually quite fain and they for sure love me but sometimes I cannot understand them at all. For example yesterday. Mom was feeding me my afternoon snack and she turned the TV on to watch some news. We have a new box under the Tv set – my parents call it satellite – and unlike the old one this box allows us to watch also more Czech programs like ČT24 etc.

So mom watched the news on ČT24 and she held me to not be able to watch it too. I don’t understand why can’t I enjoy the movable pictures when she can watch it.

I tried to wrick my neck, I was not interested in the bottle any more, and I was kicking my mom for so long that I really managed to take a glimpse of the box with movable pictures. Unfortunately my mom is quite sensitive and she understood what I was up to very soon. She simply switched the TV off. Instead of both being satisfied we both didn’t watch.

We have already had the similar fight with my daddy. Colorful Olympics circles, lots of musclemen and musclewomen who looked like the men, music, shouts and other noises … that all was on TV and daddy was watching it. Mom was running around with iron and was working on my clean wear. I was lying therefore on my daddy’s lap trying to suck on my fingers. Daddy is even worse than my mom. He also doesn’t let me suck on my fingers and he even hides my hands so not to be able to put it into my mouth. In a while I got bored with the fight and than I realized why I was lying with my back towards the TV. The TV was on and I was going to miss the fun.

So the new fight started. At first I kept turning but daddy realized what I was about to do. Than I tried to change my strategy. I behaved as if I was interested in a toy and as soon as daddy started giving it to me, I turned. It is not easy but I made it. And what do you think daddy did? Of course he turned me back in a way I really had no chance to watch the TV. Luckily my neck is still very flexible. I almost wringed off my head but I could see. Well, just for a while. Daddy turned me back again and when he saw I was not giving up, he simply took to another room. Such a life! :(

Growing fast

Today I went to see my doctor again. She had to make sure I was growing and developing well.

At first we visited mom’s office in the town and she tried to download some anti-virus program to one of the computers. I am afraid we will have to go there again. Mom was actually a bit angry with the computer and she almost forgot I should get something to eat. I had to remind her loudly.

When we arrived to the doctor’s, there were many people already waiting. Next to me there way a pretty chick parked with many toys around her. She made lots of noise and kept kicking her mother or crying. I guess she didn’t like waiting too. To be honest her mother paid much more attention to my pretty eyes than to her daughter’s cries.

Besides the girls, there was also one boy but I pretended I was not interested in him. I kept looking at him only a little… he was already 6 months and could sit! I have to admit, I envied him a lot. I wished I could do that too. My action radius would be much wider :).

Finally, it was our turn and we got into the office. The nurse took my weight and height as usually. I am 6,25 kg and 61cm. I already knew I was growing, because I could not fit into some of favorite clothes.

My mom also complained of me putting my fingers into the mouth. The doctor smiled and she advised my mom to give me some toy instead so I would forget the fingers. Well, it is easy to say but all the toys are too heavy!

Than the doctor just said I was all right and that the next visit would be some torturing again. I am going to have another vaccination. Poor me!

On our way home we also stopped by in some store and mom got me a new toy – it is a rattle and it looks like a big safety-pin. It is quite light so I can handle it all right. Sometimes I stick it into my eye or bump into my head but I just need to practice a little. The only thing, which troubles me now is that I don’t know what to do first – Shell I stick my finger or the toy or actually the dummy into my mouth? I don’t really know – the fingers taste best but mom and dad keep watching!

Starting to be dangerous

I am really very skillful but my mom says I’m slowly starting to be dangerous to myself. It all started last week when I held my bottle with tea myself and alone for the first time. I don’t like that tea much but I had lost of fun with the bottle. There is some special nipple on it so I should not spilt the tea but nothing is perfect so finally I was all wet. Besides, this nipple is great to point with it not only into your mouth but also into your eye. I just must train my arms because I get tired very soon.

However I became much more dangerous to myself on Friday. I started to roll! Mom was just working on some boring translation and I was lying next to her on the big working table trying to tear off one ear on the small plushy dog. It got bored with this activity soon and so I threw the dog under the table. Mom saw it and bended under the table to get it back. I used this moment and started to roll. When mom got back I was laying on my side, lower part of my little body was already rolled and the only thing (unfortunately quite significant thing) which was in the way was my lower arm. I could not get over it. Also I could not have looked down from the table as mom places me unnecessarily too far away from the edge… I will have to learn how to crawl.

I keep training to roll diligently. Already on Saturday I showed it to my dad. I am getting quite good at it. Everything goes well but one “insignificant detail”. I can not understand why babies have two arms. One is quite enough to roll around and the other one just stays in the way. Otherwise it is very easy – I bend in my back like a bow, I throw the legs over each other and than I bend my head as if I wanted to break my neck. I just cannot get over that arm. Usually I lose my temper in some while and start to cry. Mammy helps me and I finish rolling to my belly and I am satisfied for a short while.

Yesterday I even tried to do my first “double-roll”. Mammy helped me to get to my belly and I immediately continued to get to another spin. Unfortunately my support team did not count with anything like that and there was not enough space around me so mom had to push me back a little. That completely destroyed my concentration and rolling was over.

I understand that my achievements are not sufficient enough fort he Olympic golden medial yet but if I spend more time training may be I will be able to do pirouettes too. Mom and dad are having lots of fun right now when I show them my new skills. I thing they still don’t realize that after rolling babies start to crawl and than I will be the one having a laugh :).

My first meeting with blackmailers

Today there was a lot of upheaval. In the morning a post woman came and she brought some interesting envelop. My dad was deeply interested in it. He kept looking at it and examining it from all possible sides. It was an envelope with confirmation of delivery. When he opened the envelope, he went through all documents, which were inside and than he just kept shaking his head in disbelief.

Mom borrowed it from him and than she also kept shaking her head and she repeated a few times “I can’t believe this”. Unfortunately they did not allow me to slobber it.

Are you curious what were inside? A blackmailer’s letter. The only thing is that it was not written by some kidnappers but by a lawyer and on the top of it it was written on behalf of the Czech TV. It said that my dad was due and that he had to pay a penalty of more ten thousand CZK and register among the other ratepayers. But it was for businessmen only and my dad neither repairs nor sells any TV sets and he pays the concessionary fee as everybody else.

Daddy spent a day trying to reach the lawyer by phone to make him send us a confirmation that the letter is just a mistake and that my dad does not owe any money. Finally he reached him and let’s hope the confirmation will come too.

Today’s world is strange. Even the statutory TV ranks itself among some smuggling blackmailers. And they do it voluntarily… and for the money of all of us! I start to fear for my plushy friends and teddy bears. What if some strange guy with yellow stickers (with words “distrait of debtor”) rings our bell one day and I lose everything? Where will I sleep? With whom will I play and what will I use to bath in?

My new dummy

Although I still don’t have any teeth I have already managed to get rid of two older dummies. My jaws are strong like of a big and angry crocodile. Poor mammy had to go and get me same new dummies.

We went through a few stores before mom realized it won’t be so easy. Finally she bought me quite nice orange “town” dummy. I call it “town” because there is a picture of a dragon on it and the dragon is a symbol of our town. It cost quite a lot of money and looks cool. We will see how long it is going to survive before I chew it up.

Just a few days later we saw some other dummies in another store. They taste quite good but the design is nothing special. One is red and one is blue. Especially the blue one had been troubling mom for a few days. When she bought them they were both packed in one package and the blue one was covered with the red one. Therefore she couldn’t have seen that there was a big red five-pointed “socialistic” star. She found out too late. Mom was watching me to suck on it just for about two days and than she gave up. Now there is a pretty sticker with a bear wearing a stocking hat over the star.

Originally my mom had the idea to give me a dummy as little as possible or not at all. I helped to change her mind :). About two weeks ago I started to chew on my fingers a lot. Sometimes I almost get my entire fist in mouth or I stuck two of my fingers so deep that it looks like I am trying to commit suicide. Mom neither likes my soaked fingers nor does she prefer listening to the whooping noises. Therefore she gives me the dummy – voluntarily and without any restrain.

As you can see I fight my mom with my own resources. I also spit dummies to all possible directions and I try to lie on them so mom couldn’t find them. I also learned to put my point finger underneath the dummy and take it out of my mouth – I can also use my second hand too. When I am really good, I just wave my hands once or twice and the dummy is gone. Last time Aja who was running around my bed helped me. She lay on the dummy and although mom was crawling around she couldn’t find anything. Aja was just happily smiling and wagging her tail. Good girl!