Mommy, why don't we get a cow?

Does anyone have a good answer for a question of this sort?
Neither was I prepared to the argument that followed: "We have a garden and a little shed. We can get up in the morning, milk the cow, like this..." at this point came some serious visualisations from A. and D.

The kids saw the first cows at the Roskilde Dyrskue, one of the biggest farm fairs in Northern Europe, which was an experience in itself. Danish Arla was rather inventive at their exhibition, allowing the kids not only hug the calves, but also to milk a fake cow.

Being a reasonable full-time working mom
I understand that a cow in the backyard is a no go.
Being an unreasonably loving mom I decided to figure out how we can have a cow.

Denmark has surprised me quite a lot and still keeps surprising me. Apparently, you can be a cow owner without being a farmer. It is enough to join an organisation with a mysterious name "grass cow union." Basically, you join the union, pay a membership fee, indicate in a joint calendar your availability when your family can come and make sure that the cows have access to fresh water and are doing well, and you can have your own cow.

I was utterly impressed how many cow unions exist across the country.
A new season has started in March and we would have to attend to the cows only 4 times until the end of the season. The only reservation I have is that in autumn the cows will be slaughtered: without stress, while chewing on an apple, but they all will be shot in their heads. The meat will be divided between the members of the union....I am not prepared to eat a part of our family's "Maren malkeko," (Danes also name their cows and the most typical name is Maren). 
Otherwise, the answer is: "yes,we can have a cow."

a story of one toy

What can make any child and especially a sick one happy? A new toy.

This time it was a toy, which we were to make ourselves.

My daughter A. got a present, which we never came around to use.

Here's the mysterious box.

http://www.boskasteddies.com/

A.was quite determined announcing that she was on the way to make her own “Boli-boli” – teddy’s name on the package, which in Polish means ”hurts-hurts.”

We started with some linguistic elaborations. After some thinking A. has announced: the name “Boli-boli” is similar to ”Aj-bolit” (for those who has no idea what I am taking about: Aj-bolit in Russian means ”auch – it hurts” and it is a name of a doctor in a famous poem by Chukovski).

“A sick bear for a sick girl” – A. concluded.

We unpacked all the parts and it was time to figure out which was which.

As we found the head A. decided that “Boli-boli” lacked eyes and a nose.

Buttons came to be useful. After quite an exciting search we had Pink eyes, glittery eye, eyes in the shape of a baby bottle, in a shape of a butterfly, and a train.

We had to get it right though! I had to ask A. which colors the eyes could be: green, grey, blue and hazel, was the answer. A. gave it a second go and produced two huge blue eyes and a brown nose.

 Meanwhile I was sewing on the buttons, “Boli-boli”'s legs run off. We had to be quick!

A. was determined to try to sew herself. This is how it looked like.

After puffing and sighting the first leg was attached to the tummy. The second one followed.

 The bandage came last and A was all set to play a nurse with her new patient.

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