Оксана Петряшова-Овчинникова – About babies. Polya and I (страница 2)

“Oh, it has been half an hour…” Mommy says.

“See? We are such good girls, we’ve been coping so well and done so much! Mommy praises us!”

And we smile broadly.

Chapter 5. Porridge and I

Mommy’s cooked us mil-ty-gra-in milk porridge. Polya and I just love it.

This morning we’ve got vaccinated and Polya is out of spirits… I have to do something, and fast.

Papa holds me (I am allowed to sit in his lap sometimes). I hold the plate full of porridge. Polya sits beside me, in her chair, and watches me, full of anticipation.

While the spoon is flying to my mouth I swat on porridge with all my fingers (why, that’s all mine, eat the way I like it). Meal spreads on me, on papa, on the floor…

Silence. Polya is gawping, but I do have fun.

I slap papa’s cheek with my whole palm. And that is the moment he starts whistling, as teapot from cartoon.

“Take her ple-ase…” Papa shoves me to my mommy, then he shoves to her a spoon and only after that starts cleaning the mess.

But because of all this Polya smiles!

Chapter 6. Camera and I

I do have a space busy cube. Pretty thing it is. Rubber wires sticks out of it, and there are key with matching lock, and bunny spaceman rotates. And it is round-shaped! I spin, I twirl – and jump up! I have an idea!

“Polya, come here: I’ll take your picture!”

I place her in a toy chair. M-m-m, no, it won’t do, too dark. I turn on the light (doesn’t matter that it’s daytime) and drag a chair to the window.

“That’s it. Say cheese!” I insert the toy kea into the keyhole and it makes a click sound.

Chapter 7. Toilet paper and Polya

Polya and I walk down the hall. There is a light in the toilet, but door is locked. That’s interesting. I am knocking.

“Mommy, you there?”

Silence.

“Papa, you there?”

Silence.

Polya is already out of her temper and banging on the door.

The door opens slightly and a piece of toilet paper comes out of the crack.

Ransom it is.

Polya grabs the paper and we run. We tear it into tiny pieces and make a snowfall in the nursery. And where does it go after? Melts, I suppose…

Chapter 8. Potty and Polya

I play in the nursery – throw balls into dry pool. One bounces away. I go looking for it and what I see?..

“Ay-yay-yay, Polya, one should not play with potty.” I take the ball from toy potty. “It’s for wee. Let me help you. One should take pants off (I help her with an extra), sit on it straight (with quite an effort I bend Polya’s legs and sit her on the potty with all her backside, because she likes to sit on the very edge, I know it for sure) and wee…” Water streams from baby doll.

“Good girl!”

Chapter 9. Illuminator and Polya

It’s evening. I’ve brushed my teeth and already in my bed.

There are lots of toys in the nursery. I see them clearly in the daylight but at night they hide. In the dark. And I don’t like that I can’t see them any more.

“Don’t be afraid, Polya.” I say as I turn to face her (she is under her pink blanket in her rocking bed beside my bed). “Mommy told me there is going to live astronaut in the nursery, with us, from tomorrow evening and that he’ll show us all that’s in the sky and that it will be bright in the room.”

One hundred million years after (but mommy says it’s been only one day) it is evening and time to go to bed again. Mommy pulls out of the box an astronaut . It’s little, white, with big bubble on its head. Very odd. Mommy puts him in the nursery, on the cupboard. She plugs the plug into the socket and presses some buttons. And turns the light off…

Now it is bright and beautiful in here, and light flickers all over the ceiling.

“That is how star sky looks at night. Astronaut will be doing this some time every night and then go to sleep, too.”

“Now we can see all our toys!” I tell Polya while both of us are looking up.

Chapter 10. Tent and Polya

Polya and I are playing on the floor.

I want to build a house, but all the chairs are occupied. I open my closet (I can do that, yes) and get a sheet out of it. It is a big one, in animal-pattern, and it crunches.

I place Polya in the middle of the room and hug her.

“Now I’ll do this…” I say and cover myself with my head. Our new home is pretty much like zoo. There is a tiger, a cockatoo, even a crocodile in here! Polya has never seen such a thing and her lashes tremble.

“Koo-koo!” There is papa’s voice outside and he looks into the tent. “Wow, you are a magician, too!”

Chapter 11. Boots and Polya

There is a cupboard in the hall. All our shoes and sneakers are in there. Mommy says all of this is footwear, but I prefer shoes and sneakers.

Sometimes, while in a hall that leads to the kitchen, Polya and I stop to watch. There are a lot of shoes. And why is it that they are so different? What for? Why not wear the most beautiful?

Papa came from work. He washes his hands and rustles with his clothes inside the closet.

“Polya, look at these big-sized boots!” I place her left foot (and I already know where the left one is and where the right one, papa told me) into left boot and her right foot into right boot. Now she looks funny. “When the time is right and you are grown-up you can wear papa’s boots as well!”

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