Thus, I decided to do a solo performance. One that I started practicing already a year and a half ago. Pole dancing!
Antonia totally doesn't get pole dancing.
But I think she's just jealous of my abilities and annoyed about being too small.
Friday, June 26, 2009
Graduation entertainment
I found the songs and dances we performed at the graduation ceremony a bit dull. Much too conventional for my taste. 
Thus, I decided to do a solo performance. One that I started practicing already a year and a half ago. Pole dancing!
Antonia totally doesn't get pole dancing.
But I think she's just jealous of my abilities and annoyed about being too small.
Thus, I decided to do a solo performance. One that I started practicing already a year and a half ago. Pole dancing!Antonia totally doesn't get pole dancing. But I think she's just jealous of my abilities and annoyed about being too small.
Summer graduation
A couple of weeks ago, we had a very traditional graduation ceremony at the American ambassador's residence. The big kids in the Fish class graduated from preschool for real and were dressed appropriately. 
The rest of us were well-combed and in our best outfits, which was a good thing as we were all called onto stage to shake hands with the teachers and receive our diplomas.
The audience of parents was sheering and crying and filming. 
Siblings in the audience didn't cry as much as the parents did.
But they did sheer. At least Antonia did. 
Difficult to say, though, if the sheering was for us students and the songs we performed or for the fun of playing with dad's glasses.
This is my class. Alas, Florence, who's next to me in this pic as well as most of the time in real life, is about to move to KL. Very sad.
And these are my teachers: Pani Ewa, pani Kasia and pani Danuta.
The rest of us were well-combed and in our best outfits, which was a good thing as we were all called onto stage to shake hands with the teachers and receive our diplomas.
The audience of parents was sheering and crying and filming. 
Siblings in the audience didn't cry as much as the parents did.
But they did sheer. At least Antonia did. 
Difficult to say, though, if the sheering was for us students and the songs we performed or for the fun of playing with dad's glasses.
This is my class. Alas, Florence, who's next to me in this pic as well as most of the time in real life, is about to move to KL. Very sad.
And these are my teachers: Pani Ewa, pani Kasia and pani Danuta.
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Ok, Toshia, you're the sun. But the sun too has its spots.
Or at least, there's a good chance the sun will get some spots of its own. 
I'm just hoping you'll be as lucky me, and get a mild version. One that keeps you fit to play and just makes you look a bit polka dotty.
I'm just hoping you'll be as lucky me, and get a mild version. One that keeps you fit to play and just makes you look a bit polka dotty.
Who's the family's sun right now? Take a wild guess!
Who in our family do you think fits in neither of the following cathegories: having chicken pox; having pneumonia; having a huge event on July 1 to organize on top of a portfolio that's already filled to the brim?
You're right! It's me!
Me! 
Me! 
And as all the other ones fit in to one of the above chathegories, I'm left to entertaining myself as best I can. Because they're not a fun bunch to be around these days, I'm telling you! 
Good thing, I'm pretty good at self-entertainment. At least for a minute or two at a time.
You're right! It's me!
Me! 
Me! 
And as all the other ones fit in to one of the above chathegories, I'm left to entertaining myself as best I can. Because they're not a fun bunch to be around these days, I'm telling you! 
Good thing, I'm pretty good at self-entertainment. At least for a minute or two at a time.
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
To relalalaxa
It can be quite exhausting to be me. So many things to learn, so many things to reach for, such high pace of playing to keep up with. The good thing is that I don't think twice about doing something about it if I get tired. When Grandpa is here, I use his lap and arms. That's luxuoury relalalaxing. 
However, if I have to share lap and arms, which is the normal case, that's ok too. I call it standard relalalaxing.
However, if I have to share lap and arms, which is the normal case, that's ok too. I call it standard relalalaxing.
Monday, June 22, 2009
Calling Houston
Houston, we have chicken pox! Do you copy? Chicken pox.
Ah, of course you copy, Houston! Those poxes are virtually impossible not to copy.
Over and out.
Ah, of course you copy, Houston! Those poxes are virtually impossible not to copy.
Over and out.
Sunday, June 21, 2009
But first, the Polish version of Swedish midsummer!
Every midsummer, the Swedish community of Warsaw gathers at Jan and Ewa's, eh, house(?) to more or less nostalgically celebrate roots and traditions. Antonia and I chose to disregard the nostalgia and instead focus on the features of the, eh, house(?). Specifically, on one of its fountains. 
The water was spectacularly wet and the appeal of the fountain absolutely overwhelming, in case you wonder why my clothes keep changing in the pics that follow. Toshia, on the other hand, didn't manage to get herself soaked, despite valiant attempts. I tried to be of assistance, but alas, she remained relatively dry throughout the night. 
The past couple of years (ok, my only couple of years), I've celebrated midsummer in Grönhögen. There we're talking bigtime traditions and active folklore. But you know what? I bet the singing and dancing around the pole was even more enthusiastic here in Warsaw.
And here, it's not only people with small kids who join in the singing. Actually, I think most of them (mom definitely) may have just used us minors as an excuse to get to jump around the pole like little frogs. That kind of behaviour is otherwise not necessarily a socially acceptable among adults, or so I gather. 
Another guy who totally was a child at heart was the piano player, one of Polands best. Whenever he didn't play the piano, he played with us kids. Actually, even when he played the piano, he played with us kids. I had no idea I was that good at Chopin, but really, I have to say I totally rocked, in a classical sort of way.
The water was spectacularly wet and the appeal of the fountain absolutely overwhelming, in case you wonder why my clothes keep changing in the pics that follow. Toshia, on the other hand, didn't manage to get herself soaked, despite valiant attempts. I tried to be of assistance, but alas, she remained relatively dry throughout the night. 
The past couple of years (ok, my only couple of years), I've celebrated midsummer in Grönhögen. There we're talking bigtime traditions and active folklore. But you know what? I bet the singing and dancing around the pole was even more enthusiastic here in Warsaw.
And here, it's not only people with small kids who join in the singing. Actually, I think most of them (mom definitely) may have just used us minors as an excuse to get to jump around the pole like little frogs. That kind of behaviour is otherwise not necessarily a socially acceptable among adults, or so I gather. 
Another guy who totally was a child at heart was the piano player, one of Polands best. Whenever he didn't play the piano, he played with us kids. Actually, even when he played the piano, he played with us kids. I had no idea I was that good at Chopin, but really, I have to say I totally rocked, in a classical sort of way.
Thursday, June 11, 2009
Upholding pics
As you may have guessed, we're a bit off right now. The Sweden trip was less than relaxing and in terms of sleep, we haven't seen much of that good, either one of us, for the past month or so.
Having said this, there were some highlights up north worth mentioning. Like seeing Petra's apartment in Copenhagen. Or so Antonia claims, at least. She was the one to go there. (She was also the one who got to sit next to Bosse, when we went to visit him and Signe in Malmö.)
And feeding the sheep at Grandma's was a favourit, of course! Those of you who followed me back in the babyboyaulin days know that I'm no newbe when it comes to lamb feeding. This time, however, the sheep were a bit weary of me. Whenever I'd apporoach them, they'd move away. Quickly. I'd grap a handfull of grass, run after them and hollor: "Wait up, lambes! Wait for me! Tome back, lambes!" (Vänta lammarna! Lammarna, vänta på mig!) But the lambs didn't seem to care about my grass and they wouldn't come back. Perhaps it was my heavy panting? I don't know. 
Oh, well. With grandma's assistance, ...
...I did get to pat one of them in the end, an old, once bottle-fed one.
Grandma's 60-year-birthday-bash was fun too. And Antonia and I looked smashing in our pink RL outfits.
Perhaps the very best thing on the trips was meeting Theodor and Ludwig at Öland, though. Despite what you see in the photo, Antonia was quite smittened by Ludwig, who's a month younger than her. And Theodor and I hit it off, like we have every time (ok, both times) (scroll down to the end of this post from last summer) we've met so far. 
More is to follow. Here are a few cliff-hangers for you:
Having said this, there were some highlights up north worth mentioning. Like seeing Petra's apartment in Copenhagen. Or so Antonia claims, at least. She was the one to go there. (She was also the one who got to sit next to Bosse, when we went to visit him and Signe in Malmö.)
And feeding the sheep at Grandma's was a favourit, of course! Those of you who followed me back in the babyboyaulin days know that I'm no newbe when it comes to lamb feeding. This time, however, the sheep were a bit weary of me. Whenever I'd apporoach them, they'd move away. Quickly. I'd grap a handfull of grass, run after them and hollor: "Wait up, lambes! Wait for me! Tome back, lambes!" (Vänta lammarna! Lammarna, vänta på mig!) But the lambs didn't seem to care about my grass and they wouldn't come back. Perhaps it was my heavy panting? I don't know. 
Oh, well. With grandma's assistance, ...
...I did get to pat one of them in the end, an old, once bottle-fed one.
Grandma's 60-year-birthday-bash was fun too. And Antonia and I looked smashing in our pink RL outfits.
Perhaps the very best thing on the trips was meeting Theodor and Ludwig at Öland, though. Despite what you see in the photo, Antonia was quite smittened by Ludwig, who's a month younger than her. And Theodor and I hit it off, like we have every time (ok, both times) (scroll down to the end of this post from last summer) we've met so far. 
More is to follow. Here are a few cliff-hangers for you:- Me getting my hands dirty OR the blue collor reality of babyboyaulin;
- The visit of Rosie and Henry; and
- Graduation at playschool
Crazy Calle
This one should have been posted a long time ago. Seeing Calle and Ingelina again was no fun at all, as you can see.
Of course, I don't care a bit for being carried around on someone's shoulders. Who wants to be high above the ground and have a total overview, when it's possible not to?
Or to run high-pace when it's possible to sit still or trott around in a two-and-a-half-year-pace?
And can you imagine how boring to be on a run that ends up at a great big playground? Boooring!
Calle and Ingelina will have a baby in just a few weeks from now. Poor child! I feel for him or her! No entertainment in sight!
Of course, I don't care a bit for being carried around on someone's shoulders. Who wants to be high above the ground and have a total overview, when it's possible not to?
Or to run high-pace when it's possible to sit still or trott around in a two-and-a-half-year-pace?
And can you imagine how boring to be on a run that ends up at a great big playground? Boooring!
Calle and Ingelina will have a baby in just a few weeks from now. Poor child! I feel for him or her! No entertainment in sight!
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