Kurban Bayrami (Sacrifice feast)

During the last week I have had 4 days off due to the public holiday of Kurban Bayrami. This is the muslim holiday for sacrificing. The tradition is to sacrifice a ram or an ox and then share the meat with the poor.

For this we went to my grandparents for a couple of days. Many of our relatives in Istanbul came to visit us there on the first day of the holiday. On the second day we then made the return visits. In each visit we then have a lot of food and of course some of the ram which has been sacrificed. It is very nice to see all the family and to get the news from what is happening in their lives at the moment.

I did well the first day and talked and smiled to all the people visiting. On the second day it was getting a bit tiring, so I got annoyed with all the eating and talking and not being able to follow my normal schedule of eating and sleeping.

It was therefore necessary for me to make a point to my parents, and I therefore choose to wake up in the middle of the night for a couple of nights or three. Not really for any particular reason other than I wanted to.

Curiosity

I like to check what is happening around me, so as you can see I read the newspaper and try to get information about what is going on in the world. I especially like to read my farm book about the horse, pig (pictured), cow and chicken. It keep me informed about what is going on on my grandparents and uncle's farm in Denmark.

Reading the farm book also gives me knowledge about the problems being a farmer, such as lack of political understanding of the workings on a farm and how it should be put by the EU in order to provide the most positive output for the general public (for more on these views you can contact my granddad for detailed information).

5,5 months

Recently I have realised that my arms are not just something sticking out of my body without a real end, but that I have five fingers at the end of each arm. It is amazing what you can do with these fingers. I can grap things, I have especially become fond of my mum's hair which fit perfectly into my hand both on the left and of the right side of her head. I also tried with doing the same thing with my dad, but somehow it did not really work... I am wondering why, sometimes his hair on his face is longer than the hair on his head.

I have also learned this turning thing. So when I lie on my back I can now turn around so that I lie on my stomach. It was fun the first couple of times, but now I am feeling like a circus horse doing the same trick all the time to everyone that shows up to watch me.