Back in focus
Fix it!
It’s been a month now with the boys and I already don’t know what I’m ever going to do when they leave. Every day there’s something new and it’s hard to think of where to start when Boj asked me to write an entry. About Owen, I can only say that I am absolutely amazed by the kid, he’s the sweetest baby one could possibly imagine. Being the younger brother I guess he feels he has to learn everything faster so not a day passes that he hasn’t some new look or action or wish. The best is his laugh when he’s amused by his older brother. If you can imagine a hearty laugh, that’s exactly it, but in miniature. It’s impossible to think of him as being only 7 months old then. Trevor is a box of surprises. Boj was worried that he is acting strangely since we came to Cres, and I suppose he has been a bit “musicav” (Croatian for fussy or something like that, I really can’t think of a better word) but being a big boy of 3 and a half I think he’s just stretched between growing phases, having a brother and all the boats and fishes and fire engines and trucks and crankies around here. Yesterday I think he regained some of his focus. Admittedly he did wake up at 4, had some pancakes and to my pleas was relatively calm and quiet for another hour and a half. So then we went for a walk, somewhere where he could play with his new toy dump truck and sing without waking up everybody in town. Which was actually quite a long walk for such a small boy. But as there were plenty of things to see on the way I don’t think he even noticed until we came to one point in the bay of Cres that he thought we’re going back to town from the other side (the bay looks like a lake from that point) and when I explained that the only way to get there is to head back he decided that’s ridiculous, sat down and for about half an hour built houses from rocks (now, that’s focus).
Focus on the fly houses
And since some fly decided it was a good hideout he decided those were fly houses. Which is just one of those adorable things he says. Like when he saw a little bird hopping around he called it a bunny bird, which I heard wrong and asked him why is the bird funny and got a slightly annoyed answer that it’s a BUNNY bird since it hops around. And my Trevor favorite I think is “get it for me!” whenever he sees a school of fish in the water. His progress on voluntarily speaking Croatian is slow but we’re getting there – sometimes he uses a word here and there without noticing it. Two words he has definitely adopted are “ribr” and “pecr”. Ribr being an anglicized version of the word for fisherman, which he decided to use for fishing ships, and pecr being and anglo-croatian construction referring to his device for fishing (a large bright orange piece3 of rope – bigger rope = bigger fish!), derived from the word “pecati” – to fish. Now, to get him into the sea…
Getting ready