I wish that our washing machine stopped doing that threatening squeaky noise. It did not do it before. I wish I did not buy Domik girlish winter shoes. Well, they are blue... What else do I wish? That the life would not fall in pieces.

Passion

This is for crazy knitters. I wanted to skip the intro but then the woman started to eat yarn and I got interested.

It is actually one of those nice stylish shops with knits but the intro would rather get those (of us) who have an affair with yarn. And therefore would not buy a ready made sweater. But what do I know, it is fun to watch the girl's passion anyway.

fish and knitting

The kid's sickness has been getting unbearable. Also for the parents. I am trying to deal with our spare time at best when we cannot go out or to see other kids. Although his games are getting more complex, still it is hard for me to embody mentally into a 3 years old. Luckily, we got some finger puppets, I like the choice of species, a beetle, a duck and a cat (I could not find the cat to make a photo shoot with) and we play our "talking game", one of a more demanding ones. I enjoyed drawing fish, Domik helped a little, too. these were props for another game that I did not have to play. Daddy had to.

I do not know If I like the knitting that I started. The yarn is great, the pattern doesn't show at all what it did in a magazine. 

Things with little Guy

I made Domík a bag, a shopping bag, he calls it. He was checking on mine to give me instructions how to make his. It needs to open, he said. He was nice the whole time I sewed, he knew I was making something for him and thus giving him attention. And so he played quietly along. But I give him attention all the time!

Christmas baking started. He made a picture that I could not keep.

By the way, more sickness coming up. I will see tomorrow, I am starting to get miserable. How does that happen?

Mushrooms

Atlas of mushrooms, I have a hard time finding good translation for that, I hope atlas  is right. This one is from 1831-1846, it is big, 38 x 48 cm and has 76 plates. I do not have it, these pictures were taken in a library and published in another book. So, imagine it big, otherwise you do not get the image. It is a piece of art. I am more of a mushroom admirer than a hunter. However, I have to admit, there is something about going to forest and wander around and finding and picking them.  

The title is VIncenc Julius Krombholz, Naturgetreue Abbildungen und Beschreibungen der essbaren und vedaechtigen Schwaemme, Praga, 1831 - 1846. 

And thank you for showing empathy on my last post, the kid is jumping and running again, oh my god. 

My bunny

Tonsillitis second in a row. It is crazy, this illness chain has started since he has been going to school every day. I am at home and cannot really do much for work. Fevers and crying. Fighting over taking antibiotics. I was actually going to write something different:

"When I was in my mummy's belly, it was dark. It was dark and I had a toy with me. It was a black airplane. It broke. Then the doctors took me out." I seriously doubt that this is a prenatal memory. I told him that he was in my belly. Maybe it was too early to tell him, it stuck in his head and he cannot imagine it nor understand it. What he said sound symbolic though. What broke? The plane?