Masopust - mardigra or carnival in Czech is also a Czech surname. Funny, he?
Friday, February 20, 2015
Saturday, February 14, 2015
The little guy asked me the other day: How did you come across dad as your husband? What a funny thing to say! One would not make up such a question, it is a real life question, a real kid question. I tried to remember. Of course, I can remember. And then the little guy said: And who came up first with getting married? He is interested in these things since they are discussing such stuff at his school during the breaks. Who loves who and who admits it and who does not. It is still fun, even for me when I listen to it later in my kid's interpretation.
The necklace is made out of straws, as you can probably tell, we all got one, plus a toy dinosaur, panda and penguin got one too.
Wednesday, January 21, 2015
The little guy is back from hospital and he is staying at home. I like it, less crazy ideas that get in his head at school and less unfulfilled dreams back at home. Or this is how I see it. He is all cheerful, jumping around and happy. He went to school today to get a couple of his notebooks for his homework. "Everybody surrounded me," he announced coming home. I like the legs of the horses he drew. They are actually unicorn Pegasuses. Other than that everything is too much Lego around here.
Sunday, November 30, 2014
Sunday, November 16, 2014
17 November, 1989, so it is 25 years now. I am trying not to think too much about things that haven't changed. These things are probably not a matter of living under communism but of something deeper, reaching far back to the history, as many people say, towards the Thirty Years War that ended up in 1648. But there are many positive things that weren't then, let's not forget. The little guy, my Czech-American little guy, has no idea what was going on 25 years ago and before. Sometimes I tell him little bits of here and there, what the life was like and such. He likes to listen to it, because it sound like tales from other planet. Every day life was absurd enough to last for fairy tales through out his childhood. I might take him for some piety meeting tomorrow to the street where the events took place. I took him out three years ago when Havel died and people were out to put candles to the memorial. He already doesn't remember he was there with me. But now we watch this fun animated series about Czech history narrated to kids (click on the green arrow to start). We like it.
View towards the erstwhile iron curtain in Šumava