no more English

Hello, as there are no comments on English version of my blog mom decided to stop transtaling it into English. Since we are two squakers now, she does not have enough time for it.

However you can still catch up with my stories on my Czech blog as long as you do understand Czech of course :-). It is http://www.krikloun.blogspot.com/

Thank you for your time so far!

Squeaker in action

Today we had a lot of fun. In the afternoon it was quite hot but in the morning we decided to cut our hedge. Ája and I were ready to help of course.

Daddy took the scissors and started working. Ája liked the cut leaves a lot and she decided to use it to color her hair. I think her goal was to have her hair streaked with green.

When all hedges were cut in correct high daddy ordered to retreat. We started packing tools and stuff. Daddy took off his working overalls and shook off all leaves from it. I was being a good boy and sat inside on the stool waiting for my mufflers. When dad cleaned everything, he examined closely Ája. He did not like her streaked hair so he took her back outside to clean it. I was supposed to keep sitting and waiting… but well… you know how it is… I was bored and curious… I wanted to see how much green would Ája have left.

As it was so hot outside, I decided to close the door so hot air would not get inside. Than I went to have a look. But… among others daddy had already put the keys back inside and our door does not have handle from outside. Also, daddy already had on only a t-shirt and underwear. He was just to give me a lecture on good manners when he heard the neighbors leaving home. They got on the car but daddy had observation like Tom Cruise in Mission Impossible. He run to them, stopped the car and borrowed a cell phone. He called our granny and she came to rescue.

It all would be just a funny story if there was not for the little fact, that our daddy has a very good memory. Unfortunately he remembered well that I was supposed to sit inside and I was not supposed to go outside and close the door. He also called me not to close the door but I was faster. For the whole event I was awarded with ban of cartoons :-(

I was robbed

I got a lollipop. It was nice and it was yummy. Well it took me a while to find out what to do with it but than I realized it was nice thing to have. Ája envied me I could see that very clearly but there are no dog lollipops and I did not want her to lick mine.

I took it with me outside to the garden and unfortunately it was now the best ever idea. When I tripped and fell my lollipop turned into sand stick. Daddy took it away from me and washed it for me. However it took him a while and therefore I did not have enough time to finish it outside. Soon mom called me home. Our mommy is like a hawk and immediately she saw plastic boxes I hadn’t put back in the drawer before we went outside. She ordered cleaning and I had to put all boxes back.

To have both hands for such demanding task free I decided to take a small box and put the rest of my lollipop into it. I placed the box on the higher place so to make sure Ája would not see it and went for cleaning. When I got back to pick my lollipop up I was really disappointed. It was gone!

All I was an empty box. I looked desperately at my mom who was cutting vegetables for dinner but she knew nothing of the case. The second suspect was Ája. Mom and I went to look at her at her bed in dinning room. She was there – curled like a ball of yarn with her nose pointing to the corner (she usually does this when she is sulky) and she was enjoying something. There was a short white stick sticking out of her mount. It was the same white stick which was on my lollipop too.

So the wrongdoer was discovered but unfortunately it was tool late and I didn’t manage to make mommy to give me another lollipop. Poor me! I was simply robbed by my own hairy sister!

Without a trace

I have found out that it is always good to be able to clean the traces. This may save you many troubles. Recently I have also verified this simple thing in reality.

There is very interesting system of shelves and drawers in our kitchen. There are also some shelves, which go full out the furniture and you can reach them from two sides. Mom usually stores things such as flour, salt, sugar etc. There but sometimes you can also discover something more interesting – for example biscuits Ája and I simply love and also other treasures.

Last time mom opened the shelves was when she needed to put some spices into vegetable salad. I discreetly approached to the shelves from the opposite side to not be seen and started examining its content. After a casual inspection my attention was caught by small red package. I tried to keep on low profile… reached for the package and disappeared behind the corner.

The package and I moved to dinning room. Ája has her bed there behind the corner so mom cannot see it directly. That is exactly where I parked myself and started careful inspection of the package. It contained some gummy bears. I carefully tested one of them and found out it was not bad at all. At that moment Ája appeared and to keep her silent, I had to give her one too. She sat next to me on her bed and enjoyed it as much as I did.

In a while gummy bears were safely transferred in my tummy and I realized there was one little problem. I was holding an empty corpus delicti. What now? I looked around confusedly and than I got an idea. The simplest thing would be to put it into waste basket. I walked to the kitchen and made sure mom was turned away when I opened the waste basket and disposed of the empty little red package. When mom turned back, everything was all right again – mission fulfilled.

The whole operation, which was like from books by Ian Fleming went smoothly and without results… :-)

My second birthday

Have I told you that I had already celebrated my second birthday? I am a big boy now. I can see everywhere, I can reach everywhere and if there is somewhere I could not reach to, I simply take a small stool. Mommy had to increase number of locked drawers and chests and daddy started to lock his work room.

I also learned many new words. However, my parents cannot understand me sometimes but it does not matter. I keep practicing as much as possible and especially daddy seems quite tired by that and sometimes he says I take a lot after my mom. I don’t know why, because my hair is light such as his while mom is a brunette.

The birthday celebration was quite fine. I like celebrations because there are plenty of sweets and other good stuff to eat – especially cakes. If the celebration is for your birthday you also get presents. I have more cars and books now and also new picture cards.

The most important present for my birthday was my cake. It looked like a teddy bear and there was everything I like – cream, chocolate and especially little chocolates called lentilky. Unfortunately when you have a celebration there are more people coming and it means you have to share your cake :-(

Happy Easter!

And Easter came... so HAPPY EASTER to all... have successful Easter Egg Hunt (or Pomlázka, if you live here in CR) and enjoy finally coming spring!

All best from your Little Squeaker!

Newspeak

Recently I have been thinking about simplifying Czech. This language is really unnecessarily too difficult. I would prefer something like Newspeak. Well, I would take off some words and make declinations and conjugations easier. Why should we keep thinking about it.

I thought it would be a good idea to try this on my parents first. I carefully started to make sure they would understand me. Starting talking too much at once would be difficult for them to get. Therefore I take it step by step.

For example this morning when I woke up (I was surprised to wake up in my bed and not in my parents bed :-) and when I looked around I found out mom was bundled under the blanket but daddy was gone. I started in shy manner. “Daddy not”. Mom lifted her head so I went on “daddy bye”. It took some time until mom understood the meaning and importance of what happened.

When she finally got it (she boots a bit slowly in the morning) she gave me a big smile. “You are right. Daddy went for a walk with Ája…” That was the moment I understood that my newspeak won’t help to make the conversation faster – before a man (or my mom) translates it into old Czech, it would take even more time than regular speech.

I gave mom a few days before I tried it on her again. I know you surely understand much faster than she does in the morning but just to make sure I added also the translation into parenthesis.

Recently I got much into drawing. I sort of terrorize my parents because I make them to draw me a bear, a car, or some other picture to have something to draw over. Drawing on a white paper sheet is boring. Sometimes I need some other assistance and I must admit that mom got this part of my newspeak pretty quickly. “Pen down” (Mommy, my pencil fell down, you should probably get it back for me, what do you think?)

Other small talk we had was in favor of Ája. Mommy started closing a gate on the stairways to protect me from walking steps up and down on my own. “Pat, pat Ája” (Look, Ája is coming on the stairs. Somebody should go and open the gate for her, should he not?” I said and gave mom a significant look. Mom got it quite fast although she was a bit faster with the pencils.

Most of my conversation with parents goes on in the same way. I use simple connections they are supposed to understand and usually I also use the same words.
„Birdie not, birdie bye“(I want to see some birds, why do they keep flying away?).
„Bounce“ (Hi hi, mom has dropped something again, may be it is broken – what fun!).
„Pat, pat“ (Mommy, why do you think I have two legs… you don’t believe I will let you tie my into the stroller when I want to walk, do you? I don’t care much that you are in a hurry. )

Daddy tries to take an advantage of my conversation skills development and keeps teaching me words such as “please”, “thank you” etc. He uses the technique of “cuckoo words”. He keeps repeating words I know “grandpa”, “grandma”, “Ája”, “mommy” etc. and tries to insert among them for example “please”. I like playing this game with him. All I have to do is to be careful and not let him confuse me. When he says “please” I say “grandpa” instead. We try it a few times and that daddy ends the game – I win.

The only thing I am not sure much about is that my parents will ever learn to simplify the language as well as I do.