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11:32 am: early impressions (back-dated)
Teddy greeted his aunt on his first morning in her apartment:
"Mommy getting crusties out of my nose, Teta Helča!"

I don't think they learn "crusties" in English class in the Czech Republic. I hope not, anyway.

In any case, Teddy was still sick. He wasn't nursing much because he couldn't breathe that way. For a while, Peter and I thought he might wean, but he made up for his low intake early in the trip by gobbling like a wee ravenous beastie later on.

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Peter and I went to the supermarket, where there was no pasta or rice to be found (the larger supermarket in town does have both). The vegetable offerings do not merit an aisle of their own - more like a kiosk. The available vegetables were onions, peppers, iceberg lettuce, and carrots, as well as what turned out to be horrible frozen mixed veggies. And potatoes, of course. Lots of potatoes.

There was, however, an entire aisle of cheese and sausage.

Thank goodness I brought some food. I had several boxes of Annie's mac and cheese, organic munchies of various sorts, and Ramen noodles (which were intended as a gift for my in-laws, who love them, but were consumed by Teddy). 'Cause other than french fries and yogurt and the occasional piece of fruit (and lots of chocolate), Teddy wouldn't eat the food there.

:sigh:

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We went to the kindergarten where Peter's mother (aka Babi) works. It was outside time for the kids (they get an hour every day; I wish it were like that in the U.S.), so Teddy got to meet and play with some of them. Not that he cared. He liked the sandbox. Did he ever like the sandbox.*

He played side by side quite amicably with other boys in the sandbox (and later, one girl... why don't girls like sandboxes?), until one took away the boat he was playing with (oh! the tragedy!). He tried to order them around, but they didn't cooperate. He did say "thank you" to the kids who filled his wheelbarrow with dirt, but they didn't say "you're welcome" (or "prosim").

Apparently one kid said "oh, he doesn't talk yet!" (in Czech).

I'd love for Teddy to have the opportunity to play with Czech kids here in the U.S., so he could pick up more of the language. By the end of our trip, he was saying "ahoj" (hi/bye), "děkuji" (thanks), and "prosim" (please/you're welcome) quite regularly.


* Interestingly, sandboxes in the Czech Republic don't have sand. They have dirt. Or at least what looks like dirt to me. It's not fine, like the dirt you buy for potted plants, but it's not sand like the kind at the beach. Maybe because it's a land-locked country.

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