Tuesday, August 30, 2011

The Yesterday Tense

"Mamo, do you remember yesterday when we were in Punta Cana and we danced with the other kids and there was the sea and we slept there...? I want to go again to Punta Cana..."
"Mamo, do you remember when we went to the pool... in YMCA... yesterday... and Vale was there..."
"Mamo, do you remember when your car broke? Yesterday... And baba and diado were there... Why did it break?"
"Mamo, do you remember when we went to see the animals? And gave them food... Yesterday, mamo. Why don't we see them again?"

Sunday, August 21, 2011

Three Times the Love

This is how Martin parts with me for the night:
"I love you too! Y te quiero mucho! y... y...
и те обичам много!"

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

Music and Languages

As soon as I start the car and Vale hears NPR on, he starts 'Mama, mama, mama, mmmm...' which means he wants to listen to music.
As soon as I switch to music Martin starts:
'This song is in Bulgarian... This song is in Spanish... This song is in English...'
So, here comes Pitbull with 'I know you want me (Calle ocho)'...
Martin: 'Esa es de Simon.' - meaning Simon likes it. 'Habla como en Miami - como Simon.'
I: 'Como se habla en Miami?'
Martin: 'En Espanol y en Ingles.'

Soon comes some Tarkan music.
I: 'So, what language is this one in?'
Martin: 'Mmmm... Mmmmm... Ne znam (I don't know).'
I: 'Of course you don't! This is Turkish.'

Sunday, August 7, 2011

Pool Time

This was what made my day today:
- my nephew Simon's first jump in the pool for the day - he ran to get speed and splashed like a ball in the water. He is such a daredevil!
- Martin's increasingly brave jumps too (trying to follow everything his cousin does).
- Valentin's running like a borracho. For the casual viewer (and for me especially) it is a mirracle he is not falling on every step. And he is having the time of his life every time he runs.
- The almost 4 hour nap the kids took after the pool. At the same time!

Thursday, August 4, 2011

Wet Kisses

I kissed Martin good night and headed for the door.

Martin: Mama, you give wet kisses.

I used to call his 'wet kisses' back in the time he was teething and giving me slobbery kisses. Then Vale started doing the same (and still does) and that is how Martin knows the term.

Martin: Mama, you love giving wet kisses?
Me: Yes, very much!
Martin: I only love a little giving wet kisses.
Me: Do you want to give me one?
Martin: Yes.

It felt pretty dry to me, but still made my day (and night)!

[The conversation is translated from Bulgarian]