My first tooth

Today I grew my first tooth. Finally! Recently I had been having some strange feelings in my mouth, saliva pouring… The only thing that helped from the unpleasant feeling was to rub the gums on different toys, sticks fencing the bed, hands – my own as well as of my parents, blanket and other similar accessories. Once I saw my parents carefully cleaning their hands it was clear that they were going to stick their fingers into my mouth.

This morning I was doing the regular morning hygiene with my mom when she saw a spot on my lower gum. She immediately went to clean her hands and there we go – I had her fingers in my mouth. In a minute she touched the little bulge, which I had been rubbing my tongue already for a few hours.

When daddy came for a snack, mom announced him the news. He immediately went to clean his hands and there we go – I had his fingers in my mouth. And again I could hear agreeing nodding. I hope this will come with every new tooth. I think there should be nineteen more coming :-).

A strange woman

A few days ago my mom disappeared. At one moment she was there, giving me my snack. Than granny and granddad came, short while after that my dad came home and than suddenly mom was not there. I didn’t even register her leaving.

I was at home with my grandparents, sometimes daddy came to say hello or Ája put her nose into my bed. It was OK. In three days I moved with my grandparents to their home. I didn’t sleep in my bed, I got different blanket to play on… I could play with other toys.

And as soon as I finally got used to it, there was another change. I was lying on the blanket on the floor, sucking on an ear of my toy giraffe. My gum keeps itching and the ear is a good help. And than my daddy came with some strange woman. Immediately I started crying – well I am not ashamed to admit I was crying like a little baby :). I was crying so heartbreakingly that granny had to take me to her arms to quiet me. It calmed me down a little but as soon as the strange woman came closer, I started to cry like a crocodile again.

It took me at least half an hour to accept the information that the strange woman is my mom so I stopped crying. I still watched her suspiciously but I let her hold me in her arms. And than it was all clear! She was really my mom – surely she was – she smelled good like my mom and she also had such smooth hair – suitable for pulling – just like my mom :)

And of course I was right!

So as usually I was right, when I felt uncomfortable about today lunch. Mom did not forget. I have to admit, she tried hard but the result was the same – completely spoiled lunch.

Already before lunch mom had some sneaky smile on her face when she was cutting some orange stick to small pieces. Than she put it into a pot and added a few drops from a tall square glass. I expected, and I was right, that she had again been preparing my “lunch”. When mom was my curious looks, she explained that she was cooking carrot with a drop of olive oil, which is important to release vitamins from the carrot. I hope I won’t be overmuch healthy :(

Recently mom has been in trouble with time so I had to watch the cover dancing on the small pot alone from my bed. It took some time till I could smell something strange. In one more minute my lunch started to send some smoke signals to the surroundings. That woke my mom’s attention too and she stopped running around the dinning room where she had been cleaning and went to save my lunch.

Mom had to ventilate kitchen properly, as the smoke signals were quite strong.

Daddy was laughing a lot. He explained that this had already been sort of tradition here. Mom always burns meal when she cooks or bakes something for the first time. My daddy loves cinnamon cookies. When mom baked them for the first time, she burned them properly so daddy managed to eat only one or two pieces and the rest had to be thrown away. It took mom whole year till she made herself to bake the cookies again.

This gave me some hope. May be it meant the end of the experiments with my lunch. But the hope disappeared soon. I found out that mom had whole package of carrot in the fridge. This seems I can expect very “happy” childhood :(.

Maryša, where did you buy the mash?

There it is. The fight has just started – fight for my dear life. My own mother decided to poison me.

It all started quite innocently. I was placed into my seat as usually at lunch time and was looking forward to the upcoming rice mash with banana flavor. I got used to sweet banana taste very fast, although at the beginning I pretended I was not very keen about it. That is just because I was expected to act like that.

So I was in my seat and not expecting anything wrong I opened my mouth. And just after that the hard fight started. In a second I could feel something very strange in my mouth. It was orange and did not taste like my favorite mash at all. There were some very strange pieces on my tongue. Before I could do anything there was new portion of this disgusting stuff. Than I realized mom planned it all already yesterday. She gave me before lunch about three spoons of some orange liquid with some trace rests of milk flavor. I was not very keen about it but I still sort of ate it to make her happy.

Before mom managed to stick the second spoon of the orange stuff into my mouth I started to choke the first one out. The next moment the orange mash was everywhere. I guess mom didn’t need to clean the floor yesterday so carefully.

Than she tried to mix little bit of this orange thing in my rice mash. It completely damaged the taste of the mash and it could not cover the orange stuff. Grrr… slowly and carefully I poke it all from my mouth with my tongue and spitted it all around me. Ája, who kept watching under my chair hoping for something GOOD to eat jumped and run away with orange hair on her back. Mom tried to squeeze from the stuff she called “good carrot, just take a bite” at least some juice and mix it again into my mash. Well, she couldn’t bluff me. She could not make me to eat it - not even when she promised that if I ate the carrot, I would be healthy and would not have to wear 4 eyes as my daddy does.

The end of the match was sad. I ate just the bites containing my mash – and I was very careful doing so. Mom tried to sneak in my mouth sometimes little carrot but I always found out and kept spitting it back. The result was quite good- dirty dog, I got my clothes changed and I think mom is going to change her t-shirt too. She maybe also has some carrot in her hair. I don’t, but that is only because I don’t have any hair.

Mom was knocked down completely. I have beaten her and the carrot one to nil. Now I am just terrified what will come tomorrow.

A journey to Hell

I have already visited Hell. This Hell is unusual, there are many devils living in one cottage, but I think nobody is really afraid of them.

This Hell can be found near town Nové Město nad Metují and we decided to make a trip with my grandparents, parents and Ája of course. We left our car near a small bridge by the river Metuje, which is about 4 km far from Hell and from there we walked (well some of us were actually driven :-)) to Hell. Trees around already changed their coats into Autumn and so we saw many different colors on them. Metuje, which does not have much water there went on very slowly past high cliffs and only rarely speeded a little and made some whirlpools.

Ája was very happy. She kept jumping into water and she didn’t care at all that the water was very cold and sometimes she had no place to climb back to the bank. When she got back to the path, her hair was like a hay-stack.

In the middle of our journey we saw some ducks on the river. The birds were enjoying nice weather and calm water but only by the moment when Ája saw them too. She jumped into water and run directly to them. Her hunting instinct woke up, water splashing everywhere and suddenly the ducks took off. Ája accelerated immediately too trying to catch them. Unfortunately she still cannot fly so the ducks soon disappeared. Only after this Ája realized that she was a retriever and retrievers were supposed to bring hunted birds to the hunter and not to hunt them alive.

When we arrived to the village Peklo (= the Hell), it was lunch time so we all had something to eat. Just the poor dog didn’t get anything. The dogs were not allowed into the restaurant so she had to stay outside. Daddy spent most of the time there with her as she would be able to leave with some strangers.

The restaurant in Hell is a bit strange. It is full of devils, demons and satans. The only thing which is not like in Hell is, that it was not very warm inside. I was OK, as mommy wrapped me in my sleeping bag but others had to wear their coats. The waiter too looked like some devil. I could not see if he had a hoof but his behavior was very devil like.

After lunch we set off back round the river. Daddy tried to talk Ája into not jumping into water so her hair would dry. She seemed to get it but as soon as mom and dad didn’t pay attention, she jumped into water again. Well, we arrived home well, I was relaxed, my parents and grandparents a little tired and Ája… Ája was very wet :-)

Little black balls

Indian summer came on Friday. Unfortunately it disappeared on Sunday but still we really enjoyed the two pretty days. Mom and I went to the grandparents’ garden to pick up some rowan and to catch some sun light.

On Friday we went alone. As we went by car, I could spend the time sitting in my removable car seat on the loan. I was looking around through the small meshes of the mosquito net and kept happily “singing”. From time to time a wasp tried to get under my net but without success. My protection shutter was perfect. The black-yellow fighters had to leave. They probably went back to look for some forgotten plums, which could hide somewhere behind flowers in the flower beds.

Mommy diligently picked the little black balls of rowan. She was standing on old unstable stepladder and kept putting the balls to a small bucket underneath. Sometimes I could hear the balls running on rubber pavements between flower beds because mom didn’t always send the balls to bucket. Soon her hands were all red from the juice and her hair was all slatternly from the branches and wind.

The sky was beautifully blue, just the wind blew with strong breath. It reminded me of a kids poem “Blow, blow the wind…” and than, suddenly, the wind did really blow and almost did put down a little pear like in that poem… actually - no, not a pear because there are no pears on the garden…but my mom. Mom caught on the tree and was swaying in the rhythm of the wind. Luckily both my mom and the tree survived, the stepladder did not break and mom did not break any arm or hand either. We left for home with three buckets of rowan, some tomatoes and flowers. In the evening mom made cider from the juice of rowan and the will also make liqueur from the juice.

On Saturday we went to the garden again. This time I was in my pram and mom kept pushing me. We also took Aja with us and sometimes it looked like she was walking alone without us. When mom called on her she did as if she did not hear. Aja does this from time to time but usually it ends with her being belted on the leash again and having some wind in her fur. After this she usually does not talk to my parents for the whole afternoon.

Just before the last hill we met my granny. She was cycling to the garden too. There was some rowan left and it had to be picked before the birds would do it. Mom parked my so I could watch her and granny and than she took the stepladder again. Aja helped a lot. She kept walking around and picking the balls which fell on the ground.

Than, Aja got tired of looking for the missed balls of rowan and she went around the garden to have a look at the flowers and I guess she also met some wasps. Than she found out there was a whole bucked of rowan on the grass. Why to pick sole balls when you have the whole serving prepared in from of you… But mom saw her and she retrieved the bucked and hid it. Poor dog! Aja tried to find the bucket again and than she lied down next to my pram and she was probably digesting the vitamin C she ate.

We all came home tired but happy and relaxed. The sun makes miracles.

When I grow up

When I grow up, I would like to be a workman. I would work for medium size construction company, which builds isolation on small houses and I would have a perfect life like in clover.

Well, such workman has to wake up early in the morning to be on spot at six a.m. but the supervisors are kind at work so he always gets a few first days to get used to it and those days he starts work much later. Anyway I don’t mind getting up very early (unlike my mom who has quite troubles to keep up with me :).

When I come to work I will always have a cup of coffee to wake up properly. Some little work in the morning always heats one up but you have to be careful so I will also take lots of brakes. I will take at least two snack breaks and one or two more breaks to have some more coffee… well and of course there is also the lunch pause. Another thing I have to think over is smoking because if I start smoking I will get at least three more breaks to smoke. It is surprising how fast the day runs. I will work from six a.m. to four p.m. and I will go home at around three and on Fridays I will leave earlier – lets say at two – to enjoy my family, you know…

What I for sure don’t want to be is a programmer. I can see it at home. My dad gets up also very early to be by the computer at six a.m. But he never takes a cup of coffee before work. He takes some snack only when mom brings it to him and he eats it while working. He takes only very short time for lunch pause and than he keeps working by late afternoon. You can hear him clapping on the keyboard or talking on the phone. Sometimes he also leaves home for some meetings but that is even worse. I am surprised he still remembers he also has Aja, mom and me and that he still finds some time to walk Aja or to help mom with shopping bags.

No no … I will definitely join the great group of workpeople…