Felix do you want a chocolate? while Tilda is asleep, we can have a chocolate party.
Tilda is asleep starts to wake up and while Michael and I trty to pat he back to sleep.
Felix yells
Tilda we have chocolate and there is chocolate here for you!!!
She quickly wakes up and is awake. Tilda: where is my chocolate?
Wednesday, 18 June 2008
Chocolate Wake up call
Chocolate on the train.
Chocolate Wake up call
Chocolate on the train.
Felix do you want a chocolate? while Tilda is asleep, we can have a chocolate party.
Tilda is asleep starts to wake up and while Michael and I trty to pat he back to sleep.
Felix yells
Tilda we have chocolate and there is chocolate here for you!!!
She quickly wakes up and is awake. Tilda: where is my chocolate?
Tuesday, 17 June 2008
Broken Heart and Home Sick
Some quotes from Felix
"I can walk anymore mama my heart is broken because I don't have a home anymore"
"I am sorry I am sad I don't have my best friend Gus here in Poland"
"They don't have good toys in Poland I miss my trains"
"I miss my kinder and Robbie"
Broken Heart and Home Sick
Some quotes from Felix
"I can walk anymore mama my heart is broken because I don't have a home anymore"
"I am sorry I am sad I don't have my best friend Gus here in Poland"
"They don't have good toys in Poland I miss my trains"
"I miss my kinder and Robbie"
Monday, 16 June 2008
Foaming Mad
A children's day with the fire brigade and ambulance is exciting for all concerned and in more ways than one. We arrived at a yacht club in Włocławek to witness a fire fighter standing in the middle of a bonfire, fortunately he was clad in a "heat resistant suit" Hmmm not what I would expect at a children's day. Are the children of Włocławek mimicking this? Wrapped in foil and becoming baked potatoes?
Next jets of water in an array of formations sprayed the crowd pulse after pulse. We laughed as people scuttled like ants to avoid getting wet. Finally, thinking the best has been, the fire fighters rolled out a tunnel and started to pump out foam, a fire retardant. They did not stop. In fact they removed the barriers to actively encourage people to get closer to the foam. The foam grew and grew and grew, Suddenly you could heard irate parents coincide with excited laughter and the foam was speckled with children.
Felix was gob-smacked, we all were. They continued to pump out foam which rapidly engulfed parked cars. After a time the foam was switch off, restocked with detergent and after a few moments started again. You don't have to understand a language to understand anger. I glanced to the fire fighter who had a mother screaming at him to stop as presumably her small child has somewhere under the foam. Cross parents marched smiling wet foam covered children to the car where they were vigorously undressed and bailed into immaculate cars. A universal thing I noticed as these reactions would also be present in an Australian crowd too. Like in Australia, the parents who laughed and tended to say ok to their children's desire to swim in the bubbles sat back relaxed and happy as they watched their children being children.
Felix managed to strip, plunged into the foam announcing that it was snow, I wonder if he will take his clothes off the next time he sees snow at Mt. Hotham.
Next jets of water in an array of formations sprayed the crowd pulse after pulse. We laughed as people scuttled like ants to avoid getting wet. Finally, thinking the best has been, the fire fighters rolled out a tunnel and started to pump out foam, a fire retardant. They did not stop. In fact they removed the barriers to actively encourage people to get closer to the foam. The foam grew and grew and grew, Suddenly you could heard irate parents coincide with excited laughter and the foam was speckled with children.
Felix was gob-smacked, we all were. They continued to pump out foam which rapidly engulfed parked cars. After a time the foam was switch off, restocked with detergent and after a few moments started again. You don't have to understand a language to understand anger. I glanced to the fire fighter who had a mother screaming at him to stop as presumably her small child has somewhere under the foam. Cross parents marched smiling wet foam covered children to the car where they were vigorously undressed and bailed into immaculate cars. A universal thing I noticed as these reactions would also be present in an Australian crowd too. Like in Australia, the parents who laughed and tended to say ok to their children's desire to swim in the bubbles sat back relaxed and happy as they watched their children being children.
Felix managed to strip, plunged into the foam announcing that it was snow, I wonder if he will take his clothes off the next time he sees snow at Mt. Hotham.
Sunday, 15 June 2008
Foaming Mad
A children's day with the fire brigade and ambulance is exciting for all concerned and in more ways than one. We arrived at a yacht club in Włocławek to witness a fire fighter standing in the middle of a bonfire, fortunately he was clad in a "heat resistant suit" Hmmm not what I would expect at a children's day. Are the children of Włocławek mimicking this? Wrapped in foil and becoming baked potatoes?
Next jets of water in an array of formations sprayed the crowd pulse after pulse. We laughed as people scuttled like ants to avoid getting wet. Finally, thinking the best has been, the fire fighters rolled out a tunnel and started to pump out foam, a fire retardant. They did not stop. In fact they removed the barriers to actively encourage people to get closer to the foam. The foam grew and grew and grew, Suddenly you could heard irate parents coincide with excited laughter and the foam was speckled with children.
Felix was gob-smacked, we all were. They continued to pump out foam which rapidly engulfed parked cars. After a time the foam was switch off, restocked with detergent and after a few moments started again. You don't have to understand a language to understand anger. I glanced to the fire fighter who had a mother screaming at him to stop as presumably her small child has somewhere under the foam. Cross parents marched smiling wet foam covered children to the car where they were vigorously undressed and bailed into immaculate cars. A universal thing I noticed as these reactions would also be present in an Australian crowd too. Like in Australia, the parents who laughed and tended to say ok to their children's desire to swim in the bubbles sat back relaxed and happy as they watched their children being children.
Felix managed to strip, plunged into the foam announcing that it was snow, I wonder if he will take his clothes off the next time he sees snow at Mt. Hotham.
Next jets of water in an array of formations sprayed the crowd pulse after pulse. We laughed as people scuttled like ants to avoid getting wet. Finally, thinking the best has been, the fire fighters rolled out a tunnel and started to pump out foam, a fire retardant. They did not stop. In fact they removed the barriers to actively encourage people to get closer to the foam. The foam grew and grew and grew, Suddenly you could heard irate parents coincide with excited laughter and the foam was speckled with children.
Felix was gob-smacked, we all were. They continued to pump out foam which rapidly engulfed parked cars. After a time the foam was switch off, restocked with detergent and after a few moments started again. You don't have to understand a language to understand anger. I glanced to the fire fighter who had a mother screaming at him to stop as presumably her small child has somewhere under the foam. Cross parents marched smiling wet foam covered children to the car where they were vigorously undressed and bailed into immaculate cars. A universal thing I noticed as these reactions would also be present in an Australian crowd too. Like in Australia, the parents who laughed and tended to say ok to their children's desire to swim in the bubbles sat back relaxed and happy as they watched their children being children.
Felix managed to strip, plunged into the foam announcing that it was snow, I wonder if he will take his clothes off the next time he sees snow at Mt. Hotham.
A comment of Tilda 22 months
Tilda is growing with confidence by the day. He bright bubbly personality captures people's attentions where ever we go. She is universally appealing cute and attractive. She is hard to live with at her understanding of what she wants outstrips her level of communications thus we have emotional outbursts on a daily occurrance. Everything is MINE MINE MINE. We am positive that this obsession with object will pass as she matures and i hope for her sake that objects will not be the central focus in the years to come. With her interpersonal skills obviously highly developed for 22 months I think she will be ok.
Saturday, 14 June 2008
Taxi!
The day started with jumping in a taxi and ended played with a taxi. We have finally departed from Warsaw- a sense of relief. It is abundantly clear that inner city apartment living is not good for our family dynamics. After hopping into a taxi (just ask Michael about this :)) and via rail we travel north to Wloclawek to meet with Michael's family. A lovely couple Ella and Wlowek who have a backyard as big as ours. To our collective delight we are also introduced to a 2 year old chocolate labrador TAXI who reminds us of who we have left at home :(. She is beautiful and after a relaxed afternoon and evening Michael and I agree that we really love living with "dog" people they (we) are really a different breed, happy to go with the flow!
Wednesday, 11 June 2008
Felix tells Marta how he was a small egg
Tonight we caught up with old friends Marta and Peter for dinner. We enjoyed a wonderful summer evening at their garden 10 km from the centre of Warsaw. They have a block of land covered in fruit trees including a divine cherry trees complete with ripe plump juicy (YUMMY) cherries! Over the course of a picnic dinner conversation flowed as did the lovely white wine. From out at left field, in a matter of fact way, Felix described to Marta how he was an a very little egg before he was a boy. This egg grew into a baby in "Mama's" tummy and he popped out as a baby. I wish it had been that simple.
Tuesday, 10 June 2008
Montassori Kinder- Warsaw
On our first afternoon in Warsaw I randomly saw a sign avertising a montassori kinder just down the road from our accomadation. Lech rang for us that evening and arranged for us to visit with Felix the next day. I stayed with him for the morning until after lunch. I found the place really inviting and a beutiful space for children. I have always enjoyed reading about the phyliosophy of Montassori for childrens education and it now lovely to have Felix experience it first hand. Felix has enjoyed going each day and will continue to go for this entire week. He is still talking to everyone in English, although I did notice today there is a little more polish being spoken to Tata. One teacher who can talk to me in English remarked that he is very helpful and gentle with the children. Last Friday Felix apparently raved about his siter Matilda at the lunch table. The teacher said that is was a lovely expression of love unfortunaetly only it was only understood by Felix and herself.
Monday, 9 June 2008
Sunday, 8 June 2008
Wednesday, 4 June 2008
Impressions of Warsaw
We fly into Warsaw with the sun shining- a radical difference to wet cloudy London. Jumpers were quickly removed as we walked out of the aeroplane onto the tarmak. I think Felix and Matilda were relieved to only be on the airplane for 2.5 hrs rather than the 2 they had experienced 10 days earlier. Lech met us at the arrivals area and hailed a min-van taxi to take us to our accomadation. I forgot they drive on the RHS of the road. It feels a little back-to-front for the first 2 km. Warsaw is hot, sunny and in the thick of summer splendar a stark contrast to the Febuary 3003 experience last time.
Monday, 2 June 2008
Bubbenhall Visit
We traveled by train to to visit Uncle Philip and Sanna. After a claustrophobic week in London it was literally a breath of fresh air when arriving at their home. Felix and Matilda felt right at home, dogs Jess and Dora where immediately taken out to the wonderful Wendy house. We were fed so well. I don't think we will need to eat for a week. Aunt Elizabeth also arrived for lunch on the Saturday after which we went for a walk to the local park with the dogs. Felix and Matilda enjoyed the walk. Felix really enjoyed walking Dora, a nine month old "Westie", a perfect size for him to lead. After a week with an extremely limited toy supply (we even lost Matilda's only toy dolly "baba" on the flight) Philip and Sanna's house was a treasure trove of toy, books and activity surprises. The fresh air and the alcohol consumed meant that we all slept well in small very spongy beds. Sunday morning Felix and Matilda again enjoyed playing with Dora and a basket of naked "Barbies". We attended the Bubbenhall Church where Felix rang the bells cast 400 plus years ago. Thomas joined us for another very full lunch. A miniature railway ran rides in the afternoon, Felix managed to ride the steam and diesel engines with a permanent smile across his face.. Felix was extremely disappointed that we were to leave and return to London, pleading with us to just stay "another couple of long minutes more".
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