tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70626235889127405632024-03-05T05:27:44.034+01:00Veliki doživljaji malog VukaUnknownnoreply@blogger.comBlogger17125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-24077646057629993362010-06-20T12:21:00.001+02:002010-06-20T12:23:32.760+02:00Veliki pišonja u maloj nošiNemoguća misija koja traje već 10 dana. Napredak je prisutan, ali sve mi se čini da će potrajati celo leto dok ne savladamo tu tehniku.<br /><br />Za sada smo naučili da se ne piški gde god se ukaže potreba, već samo na parketu. Da se gaće skidaju posle piškenja, jer je osećaj bljak i da je bolje obaviti zadatak odmah u noši nego sedeti na njoj beskonačno i svađati se sa ukućanima.<br /><br />Ponekad sadržaj noše uz pobednički osmeh prospe na pod i kaže - <i>Piškio.</i><br /><br />Poludeću.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-22031133456264534612010-05-28T12:47:00.005+02:002010-05-29T14:11:57.603+02:00Evrovizija 2010Ove godine nemam favorita. Nekoliko pesama mi jeste "ušlo u usi", ali nijednu ne mogu da izdvojim. Neke od njih su u finalu, neke ne (<a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ab9C0klYilw&feature=related">Litvanija</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KEcNfmuF4YA&feature=channel">Estonija</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WK0tV3m4Irc">Finska</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5P1neQKN-1k&feature=related">Švedska</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kghCqyMLPFA&feature=related">Slovačka</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=CkViSbSwD_0">Malta</a>), odnos pola-pola.<br />
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Prošlogodišnje pesme, par njih (među njima i norvešku) i dalje slušam sa zadovoljstvom, ove godine izbor je za moj ukus ipak lošiji. <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4xKeYFkB9Pw&feature=related">Našu pesmu</a> međutim ne doživljavam uopšte, kao većina toliko tragično. Što bi se reklo, može da prođe (u finale), tako je i bilo.<br />
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Čitam da se koplja lome između <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OU4AVBHjXgU&feature=related">Azerbejdžana</a> i <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QSgNM9yNjo&feature=related">Nemačke</a>, navijam za ovu drugu. Zanimljivija mi je, a i bilo bi bolje po sve fanove ESC da opet jedna sujetna zapadna zemlja pobedi. Neka smo mi istočni večito drugi, samo da ESC opstane. Kad bi <b>ukinuli</b> ESC, za mene bi to bilo jednako ukidanju: Slave, Nove Godine, Božića i Uskrsa zajedno.<br />
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Ostatak porodice nema ESCovske dileme i ovo je njihov izbor (klik na siva slova, da čujete i vidite) koji podržavam : Bora - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=buGOZExVf8o&feature=related">Jermenija</a>, <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a-IhsDVq-NQ">Rusija,</a> <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IGlKLUujURk&feature=related">Španija</a>, Baba - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=2bHgvOesfSc&feature=related">Kipar,</a> Ćus - <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8QSgNM9yNjo&feature=related">Nemačka</a>, Deda - izrod, dok se <b>Vuk</b> odlučio za:<br />
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Već ima neku rutinu, zna šta najčešće uzimamo i sam odlazi po robu i imenuje šta je uzeo, za koga je, čemu služi... Nekad se i malo zbuni, tako je pre par dana u prodavnici nameštaja tražio <span style="font-style: italic;">kilo kobasica.</span><br /><br />Kući nađe neku kesu, poređa igračke ili još bolje plen kao robu iz frižidera i počne:<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Dobaj dan, izvojite. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Ja bih jedno jogut od kajsije. Može batačić, kindel jaje, svadojed..? </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-87 dinala vaš jačun. </span>Inače uvek pazari u nekim "sve po 87 dinara" radnjama.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Može kesa? </span>Sve uredno spakuje. <br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Hvala. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">-Doviđenja komšija, Pijatno...</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-40362351258706651372010-05-15T15:39:00.001+02:002010-05-15T15:40:52.526+02:00Istrazivanje ADHD<b>Kako se razvija mozak u djece s poremećajem hiperaktivnosti?</b><br /><br />Godinama se postavljalo pitanje u medicinskim krugovima da li je poremećaj hiperaktivnosti rezultat toga da se mozak djece razvija sporije od mozga "normalne" djece ili se razvija drugačije? Istraživači sa National Institute of Health Study iz SAD-a pokušali su na to dati odgovor.<br /><br />Oni su nakon posljednjeg znanstvenog istraživanja zaključili da se mozak djece sa poremećajem hiperaktivnosti razvija sporije. Posebno se to odnosi na centre zadužene za djelovanje, pažnju i kontrolu. Zrelost u spomenute djece u prosjeku kasni oko tri godine. Ukoliko "normalno" dijete razvije zrelost do 7 godine, dijete s poremećajem hiperaktivnosti dostiže je u 10. godini.<br /><br />Poremećaj hiperaktivnosti pogađa 8 do 10% djece školske dobi. Češće se javlja kod dječaka nego kod djevojčica i nitko ne zna zašto. Djeca su hiperaktivna, djeluju bez prethodnog razmišljanja i imaju problema s pažnjom, odnosno ne mogu se dugo fokusirati na jednu stvar. Isto tako, teško im je sjediti za stolom i učiti.<br /><br />Kada su maleni, većina djece je hiperaktivna i ponašaju se na opisani način, ali problem nastaje kada krenu u školu i kada se ponašanjem počinju razlikovati od druge djece. To utječe i na njihov školski uspjeh, ali i na socijalizaciju s drugom djecom.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Što kaže novo istraživanje?</span><br /><br />Znanstvenici su pronašli važnu informaciju koja ih navodi na mišljenje da se mozak djece s poremećajem i "normalne" djece razvija potpuno isto, samo se mozak hiperaktivne djece razvija sporije.<br /><br />Taj podatak ranije nije bio poznat jer se u istraživanjima koristio isključivo uređaj za magnetsku rezonancu mozga, koji može istovremeno obuhvatiti samo jednu sliku. No za ovu konkretnu studiju korištene su višestuke snimke mozgova djece, snimane u pravilnim razmacima kroz njihovo odrastanje. Snimke su kasnije sakupljene i uspoređivane u Institutu.<br /><br />Snimke su mjerile promjene na moždanoj kori tj. u sivoj tvari kod stotina djece i tinejdžera, od kojih je polovica imala dijagnsticiran poremećaj hiperaktivnosti, a polovica nije. Rezultati analize su pokazali da se zrelost moždane kore razvijala sporije kod sve djece s poremećajem koja su sudjelovala u istraživanju.<br /><br />Ono što se zadnje razvijalo i sazrijevalo kod djece s poremećajem hiperaktivnosti bili su centri za kontrolu djelovanja i pažnje.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Postoji niz zbunjujućih mitova i predrasuda vezanih uz poremećaj hiperaktivnosti, ali ono što roditelji moraju znati jest da njihovo dijete nije manje inteligentno ili sposobno i da će prerasti s godinama poremećaj manjka pažnje. Mozak djece sa poremećajem hiperaktivnosti razvija se normalno, samo nešto sporije.</span><br /><br /><i>(JK, Izvor: Health Jornal) </i><br /><br /><i>Preuzeto sa <a href="http://www.klinfo.hr/detaljnije/hr/kako-se-razvija-mozak-u-djece-s-poremecajem-hiperaktivnosti/15/3834/1/">link.</a></i>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-47522105026343226992010-05-11T08:40:00.000+02:002010-05-11T08:40:24.833+02:00Ada, Stenka<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMgk1C7CSJy2G5zSJ8PsPSNJ57cbxVVvwAKSqQc2li6Ug-tPCXPS48t1a4urPEOO3KYPlvOGi-ckKh8zgtaSPoD_QFCR8pxzjENROt1QDcEVunZF9NIRWo2PM3CnoIWnYzfwdOcZguTs/s1600/100_0335.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidMgk1C7CSJy2G5zSJ8PsPSNJ57cbxVVvwAKSqQc2li6Ug-tPCXPS48t1a4urPEOO3KYPlvOGi-ckKh8zgtaSPoD_QFCR8pxzjENROt1QDcEVunZF9NIRWo2PM3CnoIWnYzfwdOcZguTs/s320/100_0335.JPG" width="238" /></a></div><br />
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Baba i deda su isuviše bili zauzeti jurnjavom za njim i nisu ništa uslikali. Krivo mi je, jer sam propustila makar preko slika da vidim jedan veliki doživljaj. <b>Vuk je prvi put samostalno vozio bickl sa pomoćnim točkićima!</b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-29539059431841668522010-04-27T14:29:00.005+02:002010-04-27T15:42:56.992+02:00Čeburaška<span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">Čeburaška</span> je ruski crtani film (kadar po kadar) koji je sniman u periodu od 1969. do 1983. godine. Verovatno je tada bio čudesna animacija, ali i pola veka kasnije ne gubi ništa od svoje lepote. Zato se možda lako probio među morem crtaća na kablovskoj televiziji i postao <span style="font-weight: bold;">Vukov omiljeni crtani film</span>.<br /><br />Vuk iako ne razume potpuno radnju, jos je mali, a i na ruskom je, našao je nešto u njemu, toliko mu je smešan da se drži za stomak dok ga gleda i oduševljeno nam priča o njemu. Radnja se sviđa i mami i tati, realna je (mada nisu svi likovi) i bliska nama i našem detinjstvu.<br /><br />Starije generacije ili ljubitelji ruske kinematografije su sigurno čuli za ovaj crtani film, verovatno ga i odgledali, dok je meni do skora bio potpuno nepoznat. Inače, poznata dečija pesma <span style="font-weight: bold;">Dragana Lakovića - Krokodil Gena</span> je prevedena verzija pesme iz tog crtanog filma, preko nje smo, tražeći je na you tube i došli do crtaća<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Čeburaška</span> je glavni lik, preslatka, tropska životinja, nepoznata nauci, koja je slučajno sa tovarom pomorandži iz svoje tropske domovine završila u jednom ruskom gradiću. Kroz <span style="font-weight: bold;">četiri epizode</span> možemo pratiti kako se on (Č. je dečko) snalazi u novoj sredini. U tome mu pomaže njegov novi drugar, siromašni <span style="font-weight: bold;">krokodil Gena</span>, a muke zadaje jedna bleskasta bakica. Čeburaška najviše od svega želi da postane <span style="font-weight: bold;">pionir</span>.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Zanimljivosti</span> - Čeburaška je nekoliko puta bio <span style="font-weight: bold;">maskota</span> ruske reprezentacije na Olimpijskim igrama, zadnji put 2010. <span style="font-weight: bold;">Japanci</span> su tđe ljubitelji ovog lika i dela, učestvovali su i u snimanju novih epizoda, vrlo loših. Jos jedan veliki fan je i <span style="font-weight: bold;">Johnny Weir</span>.<br /><br />Predlažem i vama da ga pogledate sa klincima.. Postavila sam Vukovu omiljenu epizodu (1. i 2. deo), koja baš počinje sa svima znanom pesmicom.<br /><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhPSAvZaujk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JhPSAvZaujk&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaUxuAH6ufg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaUxuAH6ufg&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x006699&color2=0x54abd6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-23427235730142696272010-04-21T23:36:00.001+02:002010-04-21T23:39:16.339+02:00ToboganOvo je tek draft, nadam se da ću sutra uspeti da uhvatim Vuka i dodam sličice. Bez njih ništa.<br /><br />Vuk već neko vreme zna da imenuje tobogan, cca. par meseci, a pre toga je govorio slide.<br /><br />Duže od svega toga on radi sledeće - Prevrne stolicu tako da je vrh naslona na podu, kao i sedište, a nogare su u vis. Možda deluje čudno da to moze olako i bez buke da uradi, ali ko ga poznaje zna da je moguće.<br /><br />Kad sve to lepo namesti, počinje zabava, uhvati se za nogare, popne se na vrh kosine i spusti guzicom (barem pokusava, štof nešto nije klizav) i tako u krug.<br /><br />Vuk dakle tako pravi svoj tobogan.<br /><br />Nije teško pogoditi kad uz priču ide i reč tobogan. Meni je međutim do skora bila misterija šta on to radi, jer nije pričao o tome, a i stolica mi baš nije ličila na tobogan. Konačno je pre neki dan progovorio - <i>Mama siđe, hoce penje tobogan</i>, prevod -<i> Mama, siđi sa moje tobogan stolice, penje mi se</i>. Cica mala inženjerska.<br /><br />I gledam to moje dete, očigledno već pametnije<em> o</em>d mene, jer tek kad sam uz rec povezala sliku, videla upravo ono sto on zna još pre druge godine (kako se pravi i funkcioniše tobogan) i stidim se, zato što sam se više nervirala što rastura stolicu, nego obraćala pažnju koliko je to što on radi zanimljivo i važno. Dečija mašta, fantastična je, zar ne?Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-21505801330882652742010-04-15T19:09:00.003+02:002010-04-15T22:34:09.580+02:00Pasji životKao što svi znamo, zahvaljujući TV dnevnicima, brojnim člancima, forumima, FB grupama, tvitovima... jednoj kuci lutalici su odsečene sve šape. Danima je hodala na ranama i juče je konačno zahvaljući dvema sugrađankama zbrinuta u privatnoj veterinarskoj ordinaciji. Nastao je nažalost problem proteza za noge, jer veterinar iako je puno pomogao, nije ni svemoguć. Vrlo brzo su se javila udruženja, pojedinci i Gradska vlast, koji su našli načina da se nabave i proteze i da kuca nađe smeštaj.<br /><br />Zaista sam srećna, pogotovo što to kuče i pored povreda i trauma će prvi put osetiti šta ne znači pasji život.<br /><br />Našu kucu Mimi smo možda spasili slične ili još gore sudbine. Ne samo da smo, hajde tako da kažem učinili dobro delo, nego smo time dobili i najgotivnijeg džukca u celom Beogradu. Usvanjem kučeta sa ulice, samo smo mi, ljudi dobili.<br /><br />Slažem se dalje da nemam prava da sudim bilo kom dobrotvoru. Svako ko da svoje vreme, novac za dobrobit drugih, bilo da su u pitanju pozorišta, bolnice, biblioteke ili životinje, može samo dobiti našu zahvalnost.<br /><br />Ali! Meni i dalje nije jasno kako je bol i budućnost psa, važnija od boli i budućnosti deteta ili obespravljenog siromaška? Čak i za gradonačelnika. Koliko dece nema detinjstvo ili isuviše pre vremena završi život, jer roditelji nisu imali dovoljno novca da im pomognu? Koliko poštenih, radnih ljudi živi u siromaštvu, a ceo život su stvarali za sebe i druge? Koliko porodica trpi torturu nasilnika, jer nema gde? Isuviše, iako se i začuje po neki glas iz mase - nepravda, među političarima vlada muk.<br /><br />Pošto nemam lepo mišljenje o današnjim političarima u Srbiji, smatram da je ovaj nesrećan slučaj našem gradonačelniku u stvari pao kao kec na 11. Em, prilika da se slika kao veliki heroj za male novce, em, će lakše da izmuze te neke nove životinjske takse. Što naravno ne znači da on ne voli životinje. Platane, znamo da ne voli.<br /><br />Vrlo je važno i zbog nas ljudi da se počionici takvih i sličnih zlodela nad životinjama pronalaze, procesuiraju, baš kao na Zapadu, gde znaju da su takvi pojedinci antisocijalni sadisti i kao takvi opasni i po ljude, a najčešće po decu. <b>Mene užasava činjenica da u blizini jednog vrtića živi slobodno takva spodoba.<br /><br /></b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-63238629611094153602010-04-07T14:47:00.000+02:002010-04-07T14:47:28.976+02:00Uskrs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRceZ8vZnYa6Lhyphenhyphen6Anh0pLR3tdbdfHtu9dt5OOV5nD6dvPFG34Ov27QKNQuwSNzQ0QbwMIGeMWau8_Cm5s1x31kt2NwvWi4tAM3bcffHOUlDI_mzoSKCDlnF_zzasFTcTAhErQ4qP3PBo/s1600-h/24736_387357922341_687337341_3775540_7641236_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhRceZ8vZnYa6Lhyphenhyphen6Anh0pLR3tdbdfHtu9dt5OOV5nD6dvPFG34Ov27QKNQuwSNzQ0QbwMIGeMWau8_Cm5s1x31kt2NwvWi4tAM3bcffHOUlDI_mzoSKCDlnF_zzasFTcTAhErQ4qP3PBo/s320/24736_387357922341_687337341_3775540_7641236_n.jpg" width="320" /></a></div><br />
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Upravo sam saznala tj. podsetila da se (englenizovano) zovu Matzo. Moguće i da sam nešto pobrkala, ima tome godina.<br /><br />Izvini V, nisu mi se baš dopali. Nije bilo do domaćice (najbolje torte i pite pravi), već do samih sastojaka. Tradicija je ipak važnija od moje hm.... Hvala što si je podelila sa mnom.<br /><br />Vuk bi ih isto gricnuo. Gleda sliku i kaže - <b>Jedemo keksić. </b>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-76453269895569185062010-04-04T17:13:00.005+02:002010-04-04T18:26:00.165+02:00Naš 3. Uskrs<span style="font-weight: bold;" class="content">Христос </span><span class="content"><span style="font-weight: bold;">воскресе! Srećan Uskrs! Happy Easter! </span></span><br /><br /><object height="385" width="480"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuczNQonTXQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iuczNQonTXQ&hl=en_US&fs=1&color1=0x2b405b&color2=0x6b8ab6" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="385" width="480"></embed></object><br /><br /><br />Slike pogledajte sutra, prekosutra.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-91191984071777492062010-03-19T20:16:00.007+01:002010-03-19T21:59:15.696+01:00Predstavljam vam VukaVuk je veseo, energičan, umiljat i veoma tvrdoglav dečak. U avgustu puni 3 godine. <br /><br />Ukratko za one koji su propustili ranije postove, o glavnom junaku:<br /><br />Taman sam mislila da sam prošla u trudnoći bez osećaja drugog stanja, ali avaj došlo je do klimatskih promena i onako ogromna u zadnjim nedeljama trudnoće sam sam zaista kuvala na najvišim temperaturama ikad zabeleženim u Srbiji. I dalje se sećam tog osećaja ključanja vode ispod kože. Vuk iako je odlučio u jednom trenutku da ubrza svoje predstavljanje svetu, ipak je bio doktor taj kome se žurilo da što pre vidi Vuka. Iskreno tata i ja smo bili poprilično uplašenu i tako rastrzani između želje da što pre ali i kasnije dodje taj dan Vukovog rođenja.<br /><br />Izgleda da je baš bio slatko novorodjenče, meni u svakom slučaju najlepše, jer kad kompliment dodje od srpske babice onda je zaista zasluzen. Posle se na nas nameračila dr.Korać koja je smislila nove metode lečenja bebi žutice za one sa plićim džepom i umalo nije zaista veliki problem napravila.<br /><br />Mlekara je radila svega šest meseci i proizvodnja je bila nedovoljna za Vukove prohteve. Jedna od težih stvari kroz koje smo prošli su bili dugi i česti podoji, istim tempom od prvog pa do posledjeg dana dojenja.<br /><br />Ostalo je zaista išlo po propisima. Smeškao se, grickao stopao, sedeo, prohodao (pola vremena je hodao za svoj 1. rođendan, a pola puzao) na vreme. Jedino sto se drao i tražio pažnju, kao da ga je bilo tri komada. Da ne ureknem, o zdravlju neću pisati.<br /><br />Imali smo jednu tešku avanturu oko 2. rodjendana vezanu za govor. Pametna mama se dosetila modernih tehnologija za svoje i dobro deteta - Baby TV. Vuk sa druge strane nije imao zamerki i jel nije progovarao. Onda su krenule šetnje po psiholozima, lekarima, logopedima i zahvaljući prvoj dijagnozi nesposobnjakovica iz IZPG u Jovanovoj, a koju je pametna (ovaj put duplo pametnija) mama svaki put naivno pokazivala drugim nesposobnjakovićima ređale su se nove i stare dijagnoze. Pogrešne. Mali Vuk videvši da je đavo odneo šalu odlučio je jednog dana u parkiću da progovori potpuno tečno na engleskom. Tako se taj dan igrao na see saw, spuštao niz slide i brao pink flower. Što nas je konačno stavilo u spoznaju šta se to desilo i upisali smo dete na kurs stranih jezika - odsek za srpski jezik. Situacija je OK, jer Vuk hvala Bogu nema organski problem vezan za razvoj govora, ali i dalje moramo da vežbamo gramatiku srpskog jezika. Naravno naišli smo i na dovoljno stručne ljude na tom putu i sigurno ću ih pomenuti u nekim od sledećih postova.<br /><br />Međutim za svaki problem mora postojati i uzrok tog problema. Ono što možda stoji kao uzrok je laički i kratko rečeno ADHD, ali ima vremena i ta "povišenija aktivnost" da se snizi. Jedino do kog se zaključka došlo jeste da je mama sigurno patila od tog ADHD tako da ću i o tome više pisati.<br /><br />Vuk je i jedno veoma fino dete. Zna da koristi - Izvoli, Hvala, Dobar dan, Doviđenja, Laku noć, Kako ste, Prijatno, Komšija,nice. <br /><br />Trenutno usavšavamo brojanje prstića, olovaka, lopti po kući. Nekad se zaustavi na tačnom rezultatu, a nekad produži dalje. Tako da sad imamo po tri noge, sedam prstiju i sl.<br /><br />Vuk zna i kako se zove i preziva, kao i imena svih ukućana.<br /><br />Zna i da imitira celu svoju farmu igračaka životinja, koje redovno stavlja u krevet, jer - Moraš spavaš, rasteš.<br /><br />Ne boji se Baba Roge i veštica i uporno ih traži u mraku da dođu da se igraju sa njim.<br /><br />Preferira crnke od plavuša, iako mu boje baš nisu jača strana.<br /><br />U duši je ekspresionista i mi kao obične neznalice ne možemo da prokljuvimo njegova umetnička dela, nego nam on objašnjava krugove, linije i tačkice - Crtam auto, crtam magu, crtam Deda Mraza...<br /><br />Plaši se ronilačkih boca i time out u sobi kad zabrlja, a najviše voli da pliva, svira, peva i kuva.<br /><br />Toliko za sada, a vi izvol´te svratite još koji put.<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">*Vuk = Wolf</span>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-43730808998926451212010-03-19T18:33:00.004+01:002010-03-19T23:48:42.909+01:00Dobrodosli u Srbiju...I nazad na Blogger. <br /><br />Nažalost blog.381 sistem više ne postoji, a sa njim su nestali i svi moji postovi. <br /><br />Prohujali sa istekom godišnje uplate sistema, iako se mogu videti još uvek na google pretraživacu, čisto da me dodatno nerviraju. <br /><br />Dve godine pisanja je nestalo zbog bezobrazluka vlasnika, administatora tog sajta. <br /><br />Zar je bilo teško poslati jedan email i obavestiti blogere blagovremeno? Mozda na nekom drugom pozivnom broju bih dobila to tužno obaveštenje, 381 je ipak pozivni za zonu sumraka. <br /><br />Zabeleži i zapamti - Još jednu vrstu srpske profesionalnosti. Zašto svi imaju više blogova. Otvori blog i na World press.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-37524616507479304552009-09-02T11:46:00.002+02:002010-03-19T19:28:15.083+01:00New blog<a href="http://vukveliki.blog381.com">http://vukveliki.blog381.com</a><br />Welcome!Unknownnoreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7062623588912740563.post-69480157394581952702009-02-22T04:18:00.002+01:002010-04-21T23:40:40.172+02:00Serbia: “Mother Courage”<div class="entry" id="single">From, preuzeto sa: <a href="http://globalvoicesonline.org/2008/12/18/serbia-the-mother-courage/">http://globalvoicesonline.org/2008/12/18/serbia-the-mother-courage/</a>:<br />
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A few months ago, Serbian blogger <a href="http://blog.b92.net/blog/7485/Krugolina%20Borup/">Krugolina Borup</a> published (SRP) a series of posts titled “Why should Serbs die out of “white plague?” on B92 blog. They were about her own very bad experience of giving birth, about unfriendly behavior and inhuman treatment of medical staff, about corruption in maternity hospital. Hundreds of readers from Serbia and the diaspora commented on her posts and many of them shared their own experiences. <br />
Soon after publishing of these texts, Krugolina Borup started a civil initiative named “Mother Courage” and created a website with the <a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/">same name</a>. Its primary idea is to encourage all women (mothers) to describe their experiences, regardless of when they gave birth.<br />
Dozens of personal stories (as well as <a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/fotodokumenti.htm">a few photos</a>) have been published so far. The women are posting anonymously: their joint nickname is “Kengurica” ('female kangaroo' in Serbian) and just figures after it are different. <br />
In the biography section of the “Mother Courage” web site, Krugolina Borup <a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/ja.htm">wrote</a>:<br />
<blockquote>My name is Branka Stamenkovic. I gave birth in 2004 in the hospital in Zvezdara [Belgrade], and today, four and a half years later, I am still upset and begin to cry when I remember what I experienced […] <br />
Reactions of readers […] inspired me to do something more, that is, to start to gather stories by women who gave birth and to publish them on this website. I don't know whether my effort succeeds in changing anything […]</blockquote>Today, it is a very serious and massive initiative. <br />
According to Branka's confession, her story was entered as <a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica001.htm">Kengurica 001</a>. She wrote this about the terrible experience of her delivery:<br />
<blockquote>[…] While I was giving birth, air-condition device fell to the floor. Luckily, I didn't lie nearby. I ask myself, if I did, what would happen? […] <br />
[…] When I was moved to intensive care unit after c-section, I was raving. I couldn't rise and recover normal breathing. Because of that, I forgot to put an intrauterine device and I bled over bed linen. Later, a nurse was shouting at me and refused to change it. […] <br />
Only on the fourth day I nursed my baby for the first time because they didn't allow me to do it before since I had to be in intensive care unit. […] Of course, there were problems on occasion of breastfeeding but no one came to demonstrate me how I should milk myself and I got breast inflammation […].<br />
[…] During the intubation, the anesthesiologist knocked my tooth out. Maybe it was a regular procedure, I didn't know, but I would like to know why there was nothing about it in my discharge papers. Also, why didn't anyone inform me whether I had the right to compensation for damage? If I had no right to that, why I didn't?</blockquote>About corruption, Branka Stamenkovic said:<br />
<blockquote>Epidural anesthesia's official cost is 10,000 RSD. Nevertheless, I had to give illegal 200 EUR to anesthesiologist in order for him to give me anesthesia at all. […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica268.htm">Kengurica 268</a> wrote: <br />
<blockquote>I gave birth in 1977 and I still remember every detail. Memories and fear returned in 2007, immediately before my daughter's delivery. I gave birth in Novi Sad and I expected that something would change after 30 years and also that giving birth in Belgrade's maternity hospital “Narodni front” would be something more beautiful than I had experienced. Unfortunately, when I came into “Narodni front,” I had an impression that time has stopped […].</blockquote>She added: <br />
<blockquote>[…] Shortly, getting out of my baby lasted from 14.00 to 17.30. Doctors, nurses and students stood around me. I felt as an unseen wonder. When the baby was born, her lower part of the body was as blue as ink and the upper part was as white as a sheet. They showed me my baby and walked out. I was cut up and left to lie there. They went to bring coffee. After half an hour, the doctor came to sew up my wound. Afterwards, a nurse ordered me to get out of bed and told me to go downstairs to the lower floor. […]<br />
[…] I am sorry because my daughter's delivery stirred up these memories after 30 years. It is very well that today's mothers will not allow to happen something like my experience. This initiative gives me a hope that I will absolutely forget my memories when my granddaughter should be giving birth.</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica057.htm">Kengurica 057,</a> who gave birth in 2004 in Backa Topola, a small town in Northern Serbia, comments on a midwife's behavior: <br />
<blockquote>[…] After a medical checkup, I asked the nurse whether I advanced with opening, since I had been connected to induction for six hours. She asked me very insolently: “Why do you hurry? Will you go to the hairdresser? I have a whole night for you!” The situation was unpleasant and you can guess how I felt […]<br />
[…] In this story I wish to praise my doctor. He was professional, at the same time very close to us, common people. For two days, while I couldn't get up, he was bringing me meals into bed and visiting me past regular visits. […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica047.htm">Kengurica 047</a> (2008, Maternity hospital Narodni front, Belgrade): <br />
<blockquote>[…] I completed formalities which were related to entering the hospital from 6.30am to 1.30pm. I was told I was lucky because some women were waiting for a bed for 17 hours. […]<br />
[…] Despite my requests to examine me some of doctors, nurses behaved as if they were higher beings, sent me to CTG, were shouting at me, told me that I was spoiled and that I'll never give birth. […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica070.htm">Kengurica 070</a> (Narodni front, Belgrade, 2008): <br />
<blockquote>[…] Both the doctor and the anesthesiologist acted very well toward me because I slipped money into their pockets. Since there is only one nurse in lacteal unit per 30 women, I also slipped money into her pocket. Maybe you will have very interesting experience if you take a wallet. […] <br />
But, all the mentioned things are related to the gynecology clinic “Narodni front” in Belgrade, I don't know how it is in other clinics. […] Otherwise, do you know that you will not get epidural anesthesia, whose regular cost is 10,000 RSD, if you don't slip money into anesthesiologists' “hands” - regardless of the fact that you've already paid for epidural anesthesia to the hospital's account? […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica123.htm">Kengurica 123</a> (Narodni front, Belgrade, 2008): <br />
<blockquote>[…] Pains were stronger and stronger. […] I was panting, I couldn't call anyone. All the time I was looking in the direction of the small room where they were all sitting and smoking. I hoped that I'd see if someone came out from that room in order to call him. I called, shouted but they ignored me. Pains were stronger and stronger. I admit, I started to scream at the top of my lungs. My phone vibrated. I couldn't grab it. Some nurse came across and told me: “Why are you screaming? What do you want? We told you to call when you finish with birth, stupid bitch. I was screaming loudly and loudly, above all for someone to come, but also in order to get on their nerves. Pains were stronger and stronger. I turned sideways. I threw up. I was so dizzy I wanted to shoot myself in the head. I started to scream again. I heard a man's voice: “Tell this cow to stop roaring!” “Motherfucker to all,” I returned in kind. I was throwing up. I thought I would die. I started to cry due to pains. No one came to help me. I was beginning to lose consciousness. I tried to slap myself. Suddenly, a doctor came and said: “Hi, how are you? Has the labor started? Let's see… Oh, why didn't you call us? […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica163.htm">Kengurica 163</a> (Narodni front, Belgrade, 2008): <br />
<blockquote>[…] Listening to different stories which related to the birth, I conceived of it as not desirable to go to maternity hospital if I didn't know someone there. Anesthesiologist's tariff is between 100 and 150 EUR (if you don't pay, he will not come). No one knew how much doctors cost. Finally, a midwife is the most important and she also has her tariff, because, oh my God, they all come into maternity hospital for your sake outside their working hours. […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica193.htm">Kengurica 193</a> (Pancevo, 2003):<br />
<blockquote>[…] They bore my amnion, and afterwards they started jumping on me. Guys, although 5 years have passed, I still can't understand what happened then. I thought that was a nightmare. A doctor was jumping on me, others were climbing on my belly and breast, I was losing consciousness. I thought I would choke. […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica026.htm">Kengurica 026</a> (Narodni front, Belgrade, 1997):<br />
<blockquote>[…] Hospital staff is unfriendly, you can't get any information, you don't know where you should go, you don't know what is a next step. You only can stand at a hallway and pray to God that someone will examine you before the baby falls out on the floor. I have contractions every 5 minutes, I am standing in the hallway without panties and I am smeared by different fluids. I have no information on where I should go, what I should do. After half an hour, a doctor comes and says: “Let's go to the induction, I have a flight to catch this afternoon.” […] <br />
[…] Water was overflowing from the washstand. Next day I acquired a chemical and uncorked the washstand. There is one toilet per 70 women. It looks terrible. Later, when I came home and showed my photographes, no one believed me that I had been in a maternity hospital. […] <br />
[…] When the nurse brought my baby on the second day, he was totally dressed although it was 40 degrees. When I took a diaper off him, a cockroach fell out of it. Yes, I screamed, I admit. I announced it to the nurse and she answered me that they had problems with cockroaches […]</blockquote><a href="http://www.majkahrabrost.com/kengurica269.htm">Kengurica 269</a> has had five births. She gave birth four times in Novi Sad (1979, 1985, 1990, 1996 ), and once in Bonn, Germany, in 1994.<br />
<blockquote>[…] The stay in Novi Sad's maternity hospital was painful, especially almost 30 years ago. Nothing has changed so far. […] <br />
[…] Bed sheets were dirty and worn out. Bed linen was not changed for all days of my stay there. […] <br />
[…] During one of my four births in Novi Sad, I was panting and I was very thirsty. It was August and over 30 degrees. I asked for a glass of water. The answer was: “This is not a pastry shop.” […] <br />
[…] Protocols are medieval. If you mention attendance of father during a delivery, every time you'll hear that Serbian parents aren't interested in that. […] Mainly, fathers are brought into maternity hospital secretly. Why secretly? The baby is mine and his, not the hospital's inventory. […]</blockquote>And here's how it was in the maternity hospital in Bonn: <br />
<blockquote>[…] I have a personal preparation hall, a personal operation hall, a personal midwife at the Bonn maternity hospital. All the time my husband was next to me. And every ten minutes a very cordial midwife asked me whether I had pains and whether I would want analgesic. I mentioned that I didn't want epidural anesthesia, although it was free of cost. That (and everything what I mentioned above) is something that is provided by social and health insurance. I remember that in the operation hall the bed linen was light yellow, there were a lot of flowers on the window sill, red storks hung from the ceiling […] rooms were double-bedded. There were TV, bathroom, telephones next to beds, alarm buttons. By the bed stood a transparent baby box. If I would like to go out of room and sleep, for example, I could ring and a nurse would come and take the baby away to watch after it. The staff was very cordial so that I felt to shy to ring them up. […]</blockquote></div>Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0