Author Archive for Mark Lencho

Slovak in America: Week I

Ahoj Slovakia took on new meaning last Wednesday, when I greeted Tomaš Trnovec at the international arrivals gate A at Chicago’s O’Hare airport.  LOT 1 from Warsaw had arrived at 3:30 PM, but it wasn’t until 6:30 PM that Tomaš emerged from customs, wearing a black “I Love NY” T-shirt, and new blue Nike Airs basketball sneakers. He was carrying only one suitcase, but apparently the customs official had examined its items piece by piece, trying to determine the larger context of Tomas’s trip, from these bits of circumstantial evidence. It seems like a critical discussion point was an explanation of Tomas’s contacts in the US, and as a result my name made it into the documents included in his passport.  On Friday, when we went out to by some work shoes, Tomas explained to me his reason for traveling light: work related clothes would make the customs officer suspicious of this 20 year old Slovak with modest English skills traveling alone to the US without a work permit.

So the first week has been spent outfitting Tomas with the essentials: including a cell phone, toiletries, insurance so he can drive our cars . . . . Tomas’s first discretionary purchases have included a California Angels baseball cap, UW-Whitewater shorts and shirt for working out at the University weight room, cigarettes, (yes, an apparent non-sequiter that I have been trying to get to the bottom of)  and a case for holding his I-pod.

I bought Tomas a summer membership to our University fitness facility so he could work out.  We have already worked out three times during this our first week, and so far Tomas has been for the most part a diligent student in following my directions of how to systematically move through the various muscle groups.  Our only disagreement is on the necessity of exercising legs and stomach, which I am a big proponent of.

It looks like crucifixion, but it's actually University fitness

Our work outs have quickly taken a practical dimension in my hurry to give Tomas situations where he could help-out.  We spent our second full day together raking, tilling, and then spading a plot of land that we hope to turn into a little family garden. The raking was the result of our late start: grass had already established itself before we laid tarp down last month to mark off a garden;  tilling was an exercise in futility because the roots of the grass made the surface impenetrable, so we shoveled by hand the entire garden, aerating it to a depth of almost one foot. The dirt, however, was too wet to crumble and spread, so our little plot is awaiting some dry weather in order that we may return with the tiller.

Building a garden late in the season

Dry weather has been somewhat elusive.  We have had more rainy days than dry since Tomas has arrived.  We are thinking now, a week after making our first attempt at the garden, that we will need to rake what we spaded before a second attempt at tilling, which may not come until the weekend.

Tomaš has worked now on two sites, both at a modest distance from home, weeding, mulching and planting.  The commute has given Tomaš the opportunity to practice driving, as have our trips to the fitness center (I prefer to go by bicycle, so Tomaš is using the car on his own).  

Tomaš learns how to drive the family car.

As my niece told my mother, it can’t be too appealing thinking about spending the summer with a 50 year old guy and his three-year old toddler. . . So far, Tomaš has not had much time to relax with others his age.  He has met both my sons, but so far there haven’t been any arrangements to hang out. He did have a chance to talk a couple of days to a college-age student, Laura, who is seeking to get a little Slovak before spending some of the summer teaching English in Slovakia.   The both seemed to enjoy their conversations, but now several days have gone by without follow-up.

Tomaš teaches Laura something about Slovak

So far Tomaš has been spending his free time in his room, watching American movies with Slovak dubbing and facebooking and skyping friends and family.  These outlets are very double-edged: the isolating effect of culture shock can be quite profound, yet the electronic umbilical cord that the computer provides Tomaš with his Slovak home deflects him from valuable opportunities to make connections in his new home.  Moving to a different country where you have neither language, friends, nor regular employment is a daunting task, and I look forward with both compassion and concern to the difficult road ahead.  Living in a foreign country is not an easy task in even much more favorable situations.  There is a special skill-set that is animated by the willingness to be open minded about things and a willingness to play the fool, which small kids can do so well and which accounts for their impressive feats of learning. Tomaš is a soft-spoken young man–which is a temperament that will put him at a little bit of a disadvantage. To his credit, he has shown every willingness to eat all of the nutritious, low-calorie, fruit and vegetable oriented cuisine that constitutes the daily diet of the Lima Center Lenchos.  Whether or not Tomaš will succeed in developing a truly nurturing routine here, so that he can give of himself fully, is something that remains to been seen.  Meanwhile we walk the line of offering aid and comfort while making every effort to foster Tomaš’s independence and sense of personal responsibility.

Happy Anniversary!

 

This entry commemorates anniversaries: it is the third anniversary of the “birth” of this blog. Daddy and Žofka were alone together for the first extended period: 48 hours, during which time Mommy had a vacation escape with her two sisters, Janine and Kim, in the little resort town nearby of Lake Geneva.

 

Daddy, who has been preoccuppied lately with his work for Educational Testing Service in Kentucky, and before that with the end-of-semester avalanche of activity, cleared off the planner, took a deep breath, and , gazing into the mirror, put on his game face, looking to go one-on-one with his daughter, throwing himself into it fully, and seeing what could be made up, what could be discovered.

 

Mommy, in her meticulous way with her child, left a minute-by-minute schedule of the day’s routine, and had also left the house fully provisioned.  Daddy is familiar with the park and the pool routine, the going to bed routine and the getting up in the morning  routine.  These things went with the custormary clockwork, and although mommy wasn’t mentioned, her shaping hand behind the scenes was indirectly revealed in all the great competence in our two year old: her ability to sleep well, eat well, and play in the moment: the fearless hear-and-now attitude as she goes through the day.  Mommy was never lamented, not once, but always manifested in the spunk and brio of our little girl’s engagement with everything in her world.  What makes an impression is that the toddler seems so well-adjusted . . . at least as much as you can ask from someone with just  29 months of experience on the planet.   Even during a brief sick period (breathing fitfully, our baby woke in the evening feeling hot, running a temperature) and despite her discomfort, she snuggled with Daddy and allowed him to do his best to console her.

 

 

            Daddy: „Ako  sa citiš, moja tepla zlatička?“

            Žofka:  „I‘m happy, Daddy”

 

 

Daddy pushed the envelope  a little to discover that his baby COULD drink white milk as well as chocolate, COULD eat bread crust with a peanut butter sandwich, COULD eat daddy oatmeal with strawberries and honey.  Daddy and Žofka watched four episodes of Matko and Kubko, then read the stories, and, when Žofka heard a new CD in the car on the way to the pool, she amazingly identified the musicians as the same responsible for her nightly lullabies, her „uspávanky.“  We danced together, listening to Prši Prši and Kolo, Kolo Mlynské, and Kukučka Kde si bola.  Hanging with Daddy, her language slipped into Slovak, even when talking to Mommy on the phone.

 

            Žofka: Ahoj Mamička, mam sa dobre!

 

 

Žofka teaches us daily new things.  We have learned that having a child can mean actually becoming a child once again . . . as the world becomes a new adventure in discovery.

 

 

Somewhat coincidentally, this issue of the blog corresponds with Mommy and Daddy‘s anniversary as well.  June 25, 2009: now we have been married 11 years.  I let myself think about what our daughter has to tell us in her way about our marriage . . . we have our roles that we vary and repeat and enlarge, and we learn, we stumble sometimes, and we get hurt, but, in the face of all the apparent fragility and vulnerability of life, we are prepared too and we overcome. . . . and we continually seize opportunities to reaffirm our love.

All About Žofia?

Happy fall to everyone! I’ve been thinking about a conversation that Mark and I had a few days ago that went something like this:

Mark: “Well hon, I got a message from Katka today saying that she’s sad that she won’t be reading your blog anymore.”

Me: (glancing guiltily at the calendar) “Why would she say that?”

Mark: Well, it’s almost the end of September. It looks like you’re going to finally end your two-year streak of writing every month. That’s really too bad.”

*Note: I’m still low enough on the evolutionary chain to be inspired by reverse psychology.

Me: “Hey! I still have lots of time! (I’d say this at 11:00 pm on the 30th.) I don’t know what you’re talking about.

Mark: “We’ll see!”

Me: “Uh-huh.”

Mark: And did you notice how the title of your blog doesn’t really fit with what you’ve been writing about over the past year or so?

Me: “Huh?”

Mark: “Well, you spend a lot of time writing about Zofka and very little talking about Slovakia. The title is “Ahoj, Slovakia, remember?”

Me: “Ummmm…”

OK, so I’m a procrastinating obsessive mother. Is there really anything unusual about that? I’d put all of Mark’s hard-earned money down and bet that a large majority of you moms out there could be described as such. Actually, there might be a suitable diagnosis available for us in the Diagnostic and Statistical Manual of Mental Disorders. Damn, maybe I do have a slight problem. I guess it’s time to get back in line. I’ve decided to pay homage to that lovely little Eastern European jewel criss-crossed by the mighty Danube and the spectacular Vah by stealing a bit from David Letterman. What follows is my Top Ten List of reasons I miss Slovakia.

Top Ten List of Why I Miss Slovakia

10. Bread

I’m sorry, but this one is just beyond understanding. We can put a man on the moon, wreck havoc on innocent civilians in far-away lands, discover vaccines for life-threatening illnesses, and put a completely illiterate moron in the White House, but we can’t make a loaf of bread remotely close to the quality of that found in Slovakia. I have a serious problem with spending billions on defense, but if that kind of money could be funneled into Slovak bread production plants, I’d be content. Believe me, war would be the furthest thing from all of our minds with bread like that.

9. TESCO

What can I say; I find it profoundly poetic and life affirming to see elderly men shoving elderly women aside in the produce line while threatening them with knuckle sandwiches. Now that’s grit!

8. Beautiful women

This one sounds bizarre, right? But think about it: if you had the chance to live in a place where you never had to look at cellulite, saggy boobs, tree-trunk legs, acne, and female facial hair (OMG! That hits a little too close to home!), wouldn’t you run there? After the initial feelings of wanting to off yourself with an ice pick to the jugular (only of you are a woman, of course) one begins to come to terms with the fact that we’ve been lied to all these years. You see, Adam’s Eve, and all those supposedly Greek Goddesses were actually SLOVAK!

7. Cemeteries

We could really learn something about honoring our dead here. Slovak cemeteries are like works of art.

6. Feeling special

Almost everyone we met showed real interest in us. We felt as if we had something special to offer. How cool is that?

5. Walking

This is a little crazy, right? I really do miss walking the two and a half mile round trip to the grocery store with an infant strapped to my front and a backpack full of groceries to the back. Not much of a carbon footprint there!

4. Buses

I love that we didn’t have a car over there. Some of my fondest memories of our time in Slovakia center on bus trips to and from Bratislava in the later months of my pregnancy. Zofka would make me acutely aware of her presence by jamming her little toes in my ribcage on those bus trips. We had a whole new life ahead of us in those days, and I will always treasure that innocent time of anticipation.

3. Language

Listening to a native Slovak speaker using her language is just plain beautiful. Zmrzlina, zmrzlina, ZMRZLINA!

2. Friends

Edita, Renata, Panis Hercova and Romanovska, Martin, Mirka, Elena, Andrea-the list goes on and on. I miss all of our Slovak friends more than can be expressed. If it hadn’t been for them I don’t know how I would have survived labor and the first several months as a new mommy!

1. Family

I’ve written about our Slovak family in previous blogs, so I think most of you have a sense of how important all of them are to us. They took us lovingly into their homes and cared for us in ways we can never repay. And man, I would just about kill for Anna’s special recipe French toast with spicy brown mustard, tomatoes, and green onions. Mmmm. You just have to eat it to understand it!

And now for you Žofka junkies:

Shake n Bake?

Shake n Bake?

Bookworms!  Like father, like daughter.

Bookworms! Like father, like daughter.

Little party girl (At Stania's party in Madison)

Little party girl (At Stana’s party in Madison)

Ready, set, JUMP! At Carrie's in Whitewater.

Ready, set, JUMP! At Carrie’s in Whitewater.

Family dinner during Gram's visit.

Family dinner during Gram’s visit.

Exciting, but Not Terrifying

I’m anxious as I start this entry because I know how much there is to tell about the many things we’ve been doing this past month, but I also know that I can be incredibly long- winded and hope I don’t spend Žofka’s entire naptime writing this. (Note: this ended up taking three days to complete!)

We’re all moved in here at the house in Fort Atkinson. Mark and I loaded the truck ourselves, which was quite an experience with an active toddler twittering around our knees. We were able to do the lion share of the work as she slept, and thank goodness she’s a decent sleeper or it would have taken a lot longer than it did. It also helped that most of our stuff was still packed in boxes from our move out of the Fremont house before we left for Slovakia. We had it all stored in our garage at the apartment in Whitewater. Now those same boxes are stored downstairs here in Fort. Thankfully, Steve Friedman helped get everything unloaded. Of course Zofka helped make the move memorable in her own unique way. While busy carrying boxes down to the basement we heard a desperate cry for help. We looked all around and couldn’t find Z. Following the sound of the cries, we found her wedged tightly under the moving truck. She had gotten herself stuck as she crawled under the truck in hot pursuit of an ant that she found extraordinarily interesting. Our little scientist!

Z chills at the apartment as Mom and Dad pack

Z chills at the apartment as Mom and Dad pack

It’s so nice here in the relative peace and quiet of the Rock River compared to the craziness of living below three college boys. Being able to sleep through the night and not having to try to cope with the pounding of rock music or the shrieking laughter of 20- something year old women at 2:30 a.m. is like a dream come true! Žofka has a nice bedroom all to herself and has been exploring the place with real joy. She has made friends with the little stone garden frogs and the swinging squirrel. She loves to help water all the flowers (though she waters mostly herself) and pick tomatoes. We’re still trying to impress upon her the importance of picking only the red ones, not those that are green! We’ve also become well-acquainted with the local parks and the library. On our way to those destinations we often take the circuitous route along the riverwalk in search of hungry ducks interested in graham crackers.

Enjoying the garden

Enjoying the garden

Making a new friend

Making a new friend

Just before the move, our good friend from Slovakia, Katka Fiserova, came to the states for her highly anticipated 2-week summer vacation. The four of us enjoyed a nice afternoon at the Madison Zoo followed by dinner at Ella’s Deli. A couple of days later Mark, Carrie, Katka, and I all went to Lake Geneva to see Peyton and his jazz trio play at the Red Geranium. Dinner was great, but the jazz really topped off the evening.

Now for the real excitement and the explanation for the title of this entry. While living in Whitewater we often enjoyed watching the hang gliders that gracefully floated down to earth after being cut loose from tow planes. The airport which is the starting and ending point for the gliders is tucked into a cornfield just across the road from our old apartment. We decided we’d give it a try while Katka was here so we could do something special with her. So with Žofka safe with Carrie and Mark’s Mom most likely worried sick, the three of us got down to business. Katka went first and had a real blast, as you can tell by the pictures. Next it was my turn. I was a bit nervous, but I have to say that given the opportunity, I would do it again in a heartbeat. It’s amazing how time seems to stand still at 3,000 feet. The air was cool and quiet, and the bird’s eye view was thrilling. The only thing that spoiled it a little was that I could clearly see the Wal-Mart sign from that height. You just can’t get away from it! Mark, I think, had the most exciting ride of all. First, as he was taking off with our guide, the cable that attached the glider he was harnessed to the tow plane with snapped. He and his guide made an emergency landing in the nearby cornfield! Then, as he was almost up to the 3,000 foot mark, the tow plane’s engine stalled. You can guess what happened to Mark and his guide. Yep, straight down, and FAST. The pilot got the engine going quickly, but too late for poor Mark who gets nauseous on a merry-go-round. No wonder he looked a little green upon landing at the suggestion of a Mexican dinner. Our glider guide had the perfect description for the experience: “Exciting, but not Terrifying”. I figure this is a good way to describe most of the things we’ve been up to lately.

Katka waits to go up, up and away!

Katka waits to go up, up and away!

My turn!  Talk about a monkey on your back!

My turn! Talk about a monkey on your back!

Mark takes off (for the second time!).

Mark takes off (for the second time!).

Katka stayed with us here in Fort the last few days of her time here in the states. Our good friend Allan, who Katka got to know while we were all living in Slovakia, and who is now back here in the states and running for Congress in Illinois, was also able to come and spend those days with us. We ate s’mores around the campfire by the river as Mark’s legs were eaten by gnats, canoed, cooked and enjoyed many meals, most notably the Slovak feast of potato dumplings with cabbage whipped up by Katka and Allan, and just enjoyed each other’s company. Allan and Katka were so sweet with Žofia. She got a little spoiled by all the attention and was sad to see them go.

Z teaches Allan the proper care of a stuffed dog

Z teaches Allan the proper care of a stuffed dog

Katka and Z wave goodbye to Mark and Allan

Katka and Z wave goodbye to Mark and Allan

How many Slovaks does it take to sink a canoe?  Maybe two?

How many Slovaks does it take to sink a canoe? Maybe two?

It's just not breakfast without a few good books!

It’s just not breakfast without a few good books!

Finally, last Saturday we hosted a surprise baby shower for our sister-in-law Dawn who is due in September. She and my brother John will welcome a baby boy into their brood of three. It was especially nice for us because my mom came for a visit the two days prior to the party, and my sister Kym and her husband Kim (yes, you read that correctly!) met Žofka for the first time. We also got to see our niece Tera, whom we hadn’t seen since before we moved to Slovakia. It was her first time meeting Žofka as well. Z thoroughly enjoyed playing with her cousin Charlotte who is only a month older. The two were quite a sight together; one a blue-eyed blonde, and the other a dark-eyed brunette. Two beautiful little dollies.

Two lovely toddling toddlers

Two lovely toddling toddlers

Mmm...more please!

Mmm…more please!

Brooke strikes a pose

Brooke strikes a pose

Kym, Dawn, and Grandma Weir enjoy a good laugh

Kym, Dawn, and Grandma Weir enjoy a good laugh

Ani and Tera in the foreground with JoAnn, Carla, Lauren, and Emily in back

Ani and Tera in the foreground with JoAnn, Carla, Lauren, and Emily in back

Old Mom (Me!), Young Mom (Jessica) and two little beauties

Old Mom (Me!), Young Mom (Jessica) and two little beauties

Now we are turning our attentions to the school year that lies ahead and the changes it will bring to our family. I begin my internship at Whitewater Middle School next week. I’ll be working under a professional school counselor learning the ropes for twenty hours a week. Žofka starts daycare at Miss Cathy’s then, too. Cathy runs an in-home daycare with just a few children. She and her husband live just across the street from us and after having already spent some time there getting acquainted, it seems that Z will fit right in. I’ve got conflicting feelings about the whole thing. Part of me is so excited about my own professional opportunities, but the other part is sad to see my full time stay-at-home status coming to an end. I’ll miss spending the days with Z, but I think in the long run this will be good for the three of us. Change is an inevitable part of the process of living, and to embrace this kind of change will be wise. That’s my inner counselor speaking!

Mark has already attended several meetings for the start of his semester. I’ve loved watching Žo and her daddy bond this summer. He’ll get to spend a lot of time with her this year as we juggle our respective workloads. Mark is usually a calming influence on all of us, and I know he’ll handle the new situation with his typical grace.

So that’s it for now. We’re wishing you all a happy end of summer and beginning of fall. Grandma Lencho will be staying with us for a couple of weeks in September as Uncle Bob takes his annual fishing trip to Canada with his son, Brian. I’m sure September’s entry will be filled with pictures of Z and Gram, as well as updates on how daycare and work are going for us. Until then…

This is a pretty hilarious picture.  Both Mommy and Z look a little fried.  This is just after feeding the ducks.  Hard work!

This is a pretty hilarious picture. Both Mommy and Z look a little fried. This is just after feeding the ducks. Hard work!

Goin’ To the Chapel

Well, we’re already married, but earlier this month we packed the car with lots of toys and patience, and headed down to Arkansas for Mark’s brother David’s wedding. The first night we drove to Mark’s Mom’s house in Mountain Home. Žofka was very excited to see Gram, UB, and the cuckoo clock, of course. When we woke up the next morning she made a beeline for that clock. We had to drag poor Gram out of bed in order to wind it up so Z could go crazy over that little birdie. It’s one of those things that will become a fond memory for her. I can already imagine her telling her friends someday that she loved to visit her Grandma Lencho because she had the coolest cuckoo clock, though she’ll probably use a much more modern descriptor!

After Princess Žofka took a nap, we all piled into Uncle Bob’s car and drove the three hours to Fayetteville for the wedding. We stayed at a beautiful inn which was a renovated all girls’ school dating back into last century. It was located right next to the university, which has a gorgeous campus filled with walking paths and massive shade trees. We spent the evening before the wedding out on the porch of the inn sipping champagne with the family, including the betrothed.

David and Rebecca were married the next day at a quaint little church at which her brother is the pastor. It was an intimate ceremony shared with close family and friends. Žofia was a perfect angel and sat quietly through it all. After the wedding, we all headed back to the inn for the reception dinner. After the reception, the family sat on the porch again and watched a storm roll in as David and Becky talked about their plans for their honeymoon trip to Cancun, which they were to leave for the very next day. David promised all of us that he’d send us pictures of him wearing a thong bathing suit. I’m not so sure his daughter Mabre would want to see those, but the rest of us are anxiously awaiting those little gems (no pun intended).

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“Will someone please tell me why I am still strapped in this thing? It’s been TEN HOURS people!”

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“Mommy’s head looks ten feet long! Please get her away from me!”

I wish I could include pictures from the wedding, but I’ve encountered technical difficulties downloading those that Uncle Bob sent into this blog. If I get it all figured out, I’ll put them in at a later date.

Here’s one of Z in her dress at the inn before the wedding. She’s a budding botonist!

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And here are some from the trip back to Gram and Uncle Bob’s house the day after the wedding:

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We stayed one more night at Gram and Uncle Bob’s because we needed a day to recover (really, it’s NOT because I insisted on watching the final episode of The Bachelorette!). And after another grueling 12-hour drive we arrived safely home here in Whitewater.

These lovely summer days pass by so quickly with the family routine we’ve established. Most mornings begin with our little bird chirping from her crib around 6:30. Then it’s cuddle time in bed with Mommy, Daddy, and Žofka until 7:00 at which time Daddy hits the gym and Mommy makes breakfast. By 8:30 we’ve all been fed and dressed and it’s time for play. Z and I usually walk to the park across the street (which Žofka navigates!) and play on slides and swings. We also hike to the top of the gravel piles, look for frogs in the huge rain puddles, and hunt for snakes in the tall grass. By ten o’clock it’s time to head home. Lunch is served at eleven followed by a Baby Einstein DVD, stories, and music until naptime at noon. Z has been large and in charge when it comes to naps and bedtime since we returned home from Arkansas. She now drags me into her bedroom and points to her crib when it’s time to rest. I think she’s come to appreciate her big crib after sleeping in her Pack n Play!

The afternoons are Žofka and Daddy’s special time. The two of them usually head to the pool in Fort Atkinson until around dinnertime, which gives me a chance to work out, shower, and make dinner. The two of them seem to really enjoy their time together. Mark always has a story to tell when they return about how Z interacts with others at the pool, or which slides she was brave enough to go down, or sometimes about how she fell into the water and went under. These last stories are the ones I’d rather he kept to himself!

On occasion our days are punctuated with special events. Last week we met our dear friends, Robert and Chiyo Stern and their two sons, Hugo and Leo, at the Milwaukee County Zoo. We became friends with the Sterns during our stay in Hawaii back in 2001 and have kept in contact over the years even though they live in Japan and we’ve moved around quite a bit. We all had a great time at the Zoo before heading back to their suite where Z napped and we ate lunch, played chess, and just caught up. Leo whooped me on the chess board, though Mark’s peanut gallary commentating didn’t help me much!

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This is a funny picture. Every person has a different expression, and Z is totally checked out! “Hey, I have a toe!” I also think Z’s legs look really long here for an 18 month old. I hope she ends up with her Daddy’s legs, not my foot long stumps!

And a couple of days ago, the three of us drove up to Franklin (a suburb of Milwaukee) to attend a Slovak-American picnic. Mark had a ball checking out all the great books and networking with other Slovaks there, while Z and I wandered around Croatian Park. We also pigged out on Kapusta (cabbage) and halušky (potato dumplings), pivo (beer…just one!), and kolač (dessert). We ended the afternoon there jumping in the giant castle. Z had so much fun, and believe me, she let us know it when we had to leave that castle!

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Slovenka malička!

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Tree hugger!

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What BIG EYES YOU HAVE!

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“Like this, Mommy!”

Finally, we are down to just a couple of weeks left here in the apartment. We moved much of our stuff over to Steve and Sue Friedman’s house last Saturday afternoon where we’ll be house-sitting for just over a year. We’ve much to look forward to in the coming month including a visit from our dear Slovak friend, Katka Fisherova. And of course we are excited about living in Fort and beginning the new adventures of my internship and Žofka starting daycare once a week. Big changes await all of us.

Thanks to those of you who posted comments last month. My sister in law, Carla reminded me that lack of comments do not necessarily mean a lack of interested readers. It’s my hope that those of you who do read the blog are enjoying it. I’ll be writing the next post from a new location. Stay tuned!

Two Years and Counting

Mark reminded me that it has already been two years since I first started blogging. I can vividly remember sitting in the den at our house on Fremont Street just a couple of months pregnant writing that first entry. So much has happened in those two years, and I’m proud that many of the highlights are chonicled here. Mark has been the driving force behind this thing running as long as it has. Every month he very delicately reminds me that my readers must be anticipating my newest blog entry. My readers? Has he been tracking how many comments are posted for these entries? I can only hope that more of you are reading than are posting comments! But now we’ve decided to make a hardcopy book of the blog as a gift for Žofia. So it is for darling Žofka, my motivational coach of a husband, and you, my dedicated fans, that I continue to slave over the keyboard once a month! I can’t imagine that we’ll live through as many life-changing events over the course of the next two years as we have for the previous two, but here’s to hoping that we’ll all be able to look back over the blogs to see for ourselves in the year 2010. At the very least you all will be able to track my deteriorating mental acquity, so why not tune in for the laugh?

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This picture of Žofia and me was taken at Rotary Gardens in Janesville. It was taken around June 1st, before Mark left for a week and half for Kentucky (HELP!), and before Rock County was declared a disaster zone because of the horrific flooding that occured there. When I took Žofia there after some of the flooding had begun, we couldn’t access parts of the gardens because they were under water.

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Kyle graduated from Whitewater High School this month. Grandma and UB drove up from Arkansas to help celebrate. Besides the fact that the gym was about 120 degrees, it was a very nice event. We were all proud to see Kyle strut across that stage and receive his diploma. After the ceremony, Carrie had us over to her place for a little party to wrap up the day. It was that weekend that the torrential rains that eventually lead to all the flooding began.

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Here are Chelsea and Kyle. They look like a couple on the top of a wedding cake. Could they be any better looking? Chelsea graduated with high honors (way to snag a great girl, Kyle!). She’ll be attending Eau Claire in the fall and Kyle will be here at UW-Whitewater.

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Chelsea’s mom and I have great taste in clothing, don’t we?

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This is Žofka’s good friend, Emerson Dunham. We were at their farm in La Grange having fun during our playdate.

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Here Žofka is trying to think of something clever to do with the miniature Louisville Slugger daddy brought home for her from Kentucky. So far she’s smashed her toybox with it and used it as a golfclub for her nerf baseball. We were both so happy when Mark finally came home. It was storming something awful, but with him home it felt like the most beautiful of summer days. I’ve always known that I’m a bit of a wuss, but man, I felt like I wanted to crawl into a hole and hibernate for a month after he’d been away those ten days!

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Z and Daddy “chillaxin” while they watch Baby Einstein’s Baby MacDonald. Mark likes to translate it into Slovak. What a great guy! He found a way to rationalize the way her mother allows her to watch TV! If he translates it into Slovak then they are both being challenged. You see why I adore this man? The picture really freaks him out because he thinks Žofka looks like me here. He said that when he looks at it he feels like he’s looking at a picture of him sitting with his wife as a one year old. I do have my toddler tendencies, and I think I look young for my age, so it’s not that much of a stretch of the imagination. She has much nicer skin than I do though-I’ll give her that!

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This is a shot of the gang on Father’s Day. We had a little cookout at our apartment to celebrate and honor Mark. Peyton and his girlfriend Laura brought their kitten for Z to play with. She LOVED it. The next day she kept dragging me into her bedroom and pointing under her bed. Dexter the cat liked to hide there when Žofie got a little too touchy feely. I think she thought the cat stayed under her bed all night! It was so sweet.

Next month holds a couple of major events for us. We’ll be heading down to Arkansas for Mark’s brother David’s wedding early in the month, and then moving to Fort Atkinson at the end of the month. Will we ever just settle down? Don’t count on it!

Love to all of you. And PLEASE, post a comment this month if you read this entry. I need to stoke my ego a little bit. No really, your comments will hopefully be a part of the book we’ll have made for Žofia, and it’d be great to have your words down on paper for her to treasure someday.

Getting Sentimental

I want to thank Mary and Bob for making the trek up here for Mother’s Day. It’s always so much fun to have you two around. We miss you and really wish you lived closer to us.

Thanks Kyle, for allowing us to be a part of your last official prom. All the girls looked beautiful, but Chelsea was the belle of the ball. And Kyle, you were so dapper in your white tux; tall, semi-dark, and handsome! I just can’t believe it’s already time for you to go off to college this coming fall. It seems like just yesterday we were all gathered in the basement watching you break dance on that big piece of cardboard you fixed up just for that purpose!

Thank you Peyton for coming from Waukesha for Mother’s Day dinner and for the lovely gift of flowers. You’re another one we wish lived closer. With little Z in tow it’s difficult for us to make many of your gigs. When she’s a little older we’ll bring her with us so she can watch her big brother jam out!

And thanks Carrie, for all the work you put into hosting over Mother’s Day, for the big garage sale, and for all the time you’ve spent with Žofka. You are a true friend and Žofia is incredibly fortunate to have you in her life.

I’m fully aware that I am not the gifted writer in this marriage, but I’ve been feeling sentimental lately for all kinds of reasons. I guess I just needed to get some of this out. Hold you noses!

A Love Story

This morning I listened to a story about a Mother.

There was a massive earthquake in China.

After several days digging

they found

an infant child-

alive.

His dead Mother crouched above him,

taking the blows of the falling debris.

She stayed there with him,

silent and strong-

even after she had died.

Before she did, she found her cell phone

and typed this message

to her child as the earth opened

and death swelled around her:

Dear Child,

If I don’t make it out alive

please know

that

I

love

you.

She tucked the phone next to his little body

inside his blanket

so he would know his Mother.

And now for the pictures! I hope all of you that read this are doing well. Please take a few minutes to post a comment so I know you’re still out there.

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What now, ma? (K and Z hangin’ out)

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Umm…try standing a little closer to Kyle and Chelsea there Bets!

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Say cheese! (Chelsea and Kyle with Grandma and UB on prom night)

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Žofka and Daddy on her name day

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Žofie and Emerson fingerpainting. They’re so serious!

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I can’t wait until my feet touch the pedals on this thing!

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Whoa! Mommy needs to start putting more suncreen on me. Look at my savage tan!

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Look Mom and Dad, I can use the stool to get whatever I want!

Mother’s Day

Two Stars in Orbit

Videnie hviezdy Seeing stars

Mamička je moje slnko, Mommy is my sun,

Obiehujam okolo nej. I orbit around her.

Ja som jej slniečko, I am her little star,

Aj obiehuje okolo mne; She too orbits around me;

Obiehujeme sa ako na kolotoči We spin like on a merry-go-round

V hlave sa nam toči, Around and around spinning together,

Lebo som Ja slniečko jej. Because her star is what I am.

Predsa len obiehujam okolo nej Still I orbit around her

Slnko moje bude vždy mama. Orbiting around me.

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The Long and Winding Road

Happy spring (I think). Actually, as I am sitting here writing this, it’s about 40 degrees outside, overcast and very, very windy. Yuck. Have I mentioned how sick I am of this weather? Yesterday was amazing. Sunny and about 65 degrees. Bipolar weather conditions-just what we need. OK, enough whining!

The focus of this entry will be our trip down to Mountain Home to see Grandma and UB for Easter, and also Mark’s 52nd birthday gathering.

We took off for Arkansas early in the morning the Friday before Easter hoping that we’d avoid the winter storm that had already gotten a headstart on us. Carrie and Kyle had already begun their treck down to Golf Shores, Alabama where they would meet up with several other families from Whitewater to enjoy spring break together. We drove through the snow until we reached the Chicago area where we had some relatively decent traveling weather for a while. Shortly after crossing over the border into Missouri, though, things got a little more complicated. Many of you are aware of the flooding that occured down south due to all the precipitation that fell in March. Well, we basically ran right into that. The route we normally take through Missouri and into Arkansas was completely flooded, so we had to take a more circuitous route on a two lane highway. Us and every other traveler that day, it seemed. What would typically take us ten hours took us FOURTEEN! Although Žofia slept very little, she was a real trooper and managed to stay in a good mood for almost the entire trip. I think she really enjoyed her lunch at the Cracker Barrel, but I could be wrong. I’m basing that opinion on the fact that she wolfed down a huge plate of chicken and dumplins-using both hands-in about five minutes flat. It was the highlight of the trip down there.

Once we finally got to Grandma’s house it was around 9:15 pm. Z was asleep by 9:30! The next day grandma helped Z get her Easter eggs decorated and Žofia spent the rest of the day chasing Holly (brother David’s dog who Grandma and UB are taking care of) around the house while we chased her. Holly is not a social dog and does not like children very much. Žofia is a very social child who loves dogs. You’ll have no problem visualizing the the scenario which repeated itself over and over again throughout our week long stay. Finally, by the end of the week, Holly began to tolerate Žo-kind of.

The highlights of the week included Žofia’s successful completion of her first official Easter egg hunt, Mark waking his mom, Žofia, and me up the day after Easter by whipping us with a homemade korbač and spraying us with a super soaker water gun (see previous blog entry for a detailed explanation), visiting Lurch at the animal refuge, our dinner out at the Mexican restaurant while Gerda babysat, Elks hamburger night, the near 80 degree day at the park, and finally our visit with all of Gram’s friends at the hospital. Now for the pictures:

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Today is Mark’s 52nd birthday, though he has the body of a twenty year old (NOT FAIR!)- still going for long runs and lifting more weight than ever before-and a mind still sharp as a tack. We helped him celebrate yesterday by having dinner here and just kicking back and talking. Žofia kept everyone entertained with her usual theatrical tricks. Mark spent much of the afternoon with Žofka at Trippe Lake while I prepped for the gathering. It was a perfect ending to a lovely day.

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I’ll leave you today with a pictoral answer to this question:

What happens when a toddler recognizes herself as a conscious being? Check out the look of wonderment on her face. Priceless!

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New Hairdos

The title of this entry pretty much sums up the most exciting events of the past month or so. You’ll understand if you choose to continue to read.

I think I’ll start with Mark first because he’s been one busy beaver (linguist, father, husband, language learner, etc.). Through some connections in Slovakia and family here in the states, Mark was able to get his hands on some incredible family heirlooms (that’s what I’d call them) from his Grandfather Jurai Lencho. They are copies of a series of letters written in Slovak by him to friends and family back in Slovakia from the years 1919-20. Mark put in many hours translating the letters into English. The main thread of the letters focused on his negotiations for bringing his future bride (Mark’s grandmother), Zuzana Debnarova, over to the US. It was not certain that she would actually come over or be bethrothed to him, but it was quite apparent in the letters that he was angling for this to happen. It was fascinating to read his words because now that we know much of the story of their eventual marriage and family it has almost been like finding missing pieces to a partially built family jigsaw puzzle. At the time he wrote these letters he was a widower and seemed quite lonely for a life companion. I think the thing that affects me the most is knowing that if he hadn’t been so tenacious, then Mark nor Žofia, the two people that I love most in this world, would not be. If you can read my mind somehow, thank you, Jurai Lencho for your dogged persistence in getting that dark-eyed beauty over the Atlantic to Blue Island!

Other than all this translation work, Mark has been teaching each day at the university and reserves most of his weekends for family time. We have recently implemented “family day” and try to do something extra special each Saturday or Sunday as a family. Last weekend we took Žofia to the zoo in Madison and to Ella’s Deli for dinner. We had so much fun. Her favorite animals were the kangaroos and the river otters.

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Peyton turned 23 earlier this month, so we all met up at his and Laura’s apartment in Waukesha and had a nice dinner at a Mexican restaurant there. Well, nice until about an hour went by and Z decided that the music was too loud and that sitting in one place for that long was not really what she would describe as fun. She decided to declare a moritorium any style of sitting and also went on a hunger strike. I won’t go into unnecessarily gory details, but the meal came to a fairly rapid conclusion for the rest of us. Poor Peyton! I hope she made up for that little Oscar worthy toddler performance with the lovely picture she made for her brother. She’s a serious scribbler, folks. Well, that’s when she’s not attempting to eat the crayons and colored pencils. Hey, maybe I should have brought those along to the restaurant. She would have eaten something!

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Kyle’s basketball season ended recently and was formally celebrated along with those of his fellow teammates at a nice family gathering here in Whitewater. Z and I were unable to attend (Yes, I have issues with her going to bed at what I define are reasonable hours!), but Mark told me all about it. The coach apparently told a funny story about Kyle and his extraordinary jumping ability. One of Kyle’s teammates-an African American-trust me, I’m being PC, his ethnicity is relevent to the story-was telling his friends about a “white kid that jumps higher than the brothers!” on his basketball team. He was referring to Kyle, of course. His jumping abilities are truly amazing. We can’t wait to go watch his track meets this year. Here’s a noteworthy statistic: Kyle can jump vertically (from the spot he’s in-no running start) a full 37 inches! That’s over three feet, people! I think he gets his jumping genes from Mark. I won’t expound upon that because he has a little private secret that must stay within the confines of only those who know him best. Let’s just say that he’s a “jumper” and leave it at that. I really wanted to include a picture of Kyle jumping, but this blog site won’t allow it. Here’s the link to a site that has some wonderful shots of Kyle making shots on the basketball court:

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Žofia, on the other hand, does not yet have a vertical leap, but I can assure you that she is working on it. Working on that and working on walking into cabinets, climbing on highchairs, falling off couches, and attempting to walk through glass doors (with very little success thus far). She got her very first professional haircut about two weeks ago at a place here in Whitewater. She got to sit on a little plastic elephant while she had her hair done and was such a good girl that she got to pick out her very first little sucker to eat, which she then proceeded to gag herself with! She also got her first molar and has several other teeth coming in at the same time. Her language development is coming along nicely. She is doing a lot of jargon talk in her own baby language that we have yet to really figure out, and she knows many objects in both Slovak and English. For instance, if Mark says to her, “Žofka, ja som had,” she will respond by making the ssssss sound that a snake makes. Later, I’ll say to her, “ŽoŽo, I am a snake,” she’ll respond with the sssssss sound again. So she knows snake in both languages. She does this for many animals and commands and questions such as, čo robiš? (What are you doing?) kde si? (Where are you?), or pod sem (Come here!). We still read to her in both languages and she listens to both Slovak and English children’s and adult music. Her specialty is making various animal sounds such as those for monkeys (she sounds just like one!), sheep, puppies, chickens, snakes, kittens, elephants, birds.

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Recently we have joined a library group called “tots lapsit” where the toddlers sit on the mommies’ laps (yeah right!) for a story followed by s couple fun activities. Last week we heard a story about chickens. Žofia was supposed to be on mommy’s lap, but she decided she’d rather go lay her head on the librarian’s knee as she read-just for dramatic effect ala Žofia. It was so cute. A local farmer brought in two live chickens for the toddlers to see. Žofia hung back making chicken sounds while another toddler decided to try his hand at chicken wrestling. People, it was like a scene straight out of One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest for babies. There is nothing more hilarious than a group of toddlers in the room with a few live chickens. Yep, we’ll be going back to that library this week!

We also joined a playgroup down at the old armory here in town. It’s good for Žofie to be around other kids and also for mommy to be around adults.

Speaking of mommy, she got a new hairdo, too. Yes, I am now a blonde. Don’t ask. It’s too complicated to explain. Wish I had a picture to share. Maybe in the next entry. Other than the hair, playgroup and chickens, the other exciting news for me is that I learned that I will be completing my internship as a school counselor here in Whitewater at the middle school. I’m looking forward to being back in the professional world and in a different role than I’m used to. Working with middle school kids will be an interesting challenge for me, one which I’m really happy about.

This Friday we are off to Mountain Home, Arkansas to spend the Easter holiday and our spring break with Gram Lencho and “UB” Uncle Bob. We’re really looking forward to the trip, spending time with family, and warmer weather. Mark is trying to get his hands on a korbač (willow branch whip) so he can celebrate like a true Slovak man by whipping his wife, mother, and daughter, and spraying us with water and perfume. Those Slovaks! I’ll tell you what, if I get abused in any way, Mark will be in for his own little Easter treat. A little something I like to call “The Italian Surprise”. It has something to do with maple syrup, super glue, and the toilet seat!

I’ll end with a few random shots of our lovely lilly Žofia Zuzana. We wish all of you a blessed Easter and start to spring.

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