Mind of a fickle

The holidays came and went like a blur. It was a time with the family and new friends. It started on the night of the 27th when Cich celebrated her birthday at Sunglade. It was a great party but too shy to participate. Even Dawter T was feeling wary. Thanks to Enigma for making us feel at home! We had to leave early though as I need to do my motherly duties to Bebi A. The next day, we woke up early (coz of Bebi A), Dawter T armed with her new vcd bugged me until I gave in to watch Mulan. The day was spent lazing around while Pre went out to play basketball. Around 5pm, Tito F's family came by to chitchat. Then, we got a call from Ludz who invited us for a barbecue dinner. The food was great, we had bakwa and pork barbecue! Dawter T had a blast (I had a heart attack) from playing at the high slide (kaya siguro bumalik ang ubo!). Sunday came and wonders of all wonders, we were able to go to the 1130AM mass at Ang Mo Kio! Of course, we were still late, hehe! Another good thing was B...

Thanks to Mareng Chocnut for giving me the idea to impart my wish to Cich here rather than in video tape .(sensya na po, masyadong "shy" tayp!) Dear Cich, 28 is a good number, not too old but not too young either. Though a year has been added, I fervently hope that the past year has brought you good friends, lots of laughter, peace in your soul and joy in your heart. May your "new" year bring you more friends that will cherish you as we do and who will continue to make you cry and laugh at the same time sound health passion in whatever you're doing --- may it be work or play (more scrapbook projects!) lots of cheesy moments stronger faith happy family Happy Birthday!

Toothfairy has finally granted our wish, Bebi A cut his first tooth today! Can't wait to see it! (I am still at the office waiting for our staff to restart our router at Jurong! Antagal!)

How would you feel if you ask someone to do something and the other person didn't heed?

Two Sundays ago, while playing with my two daughters. I dropped a bomb. "Bebi A, 6 months old ka na, si Ate 6 months nung mahulog sa kama" During that day, I've been quite wary of that. I was actually keeping my eye on Bebi A coz she's been turning left and right, and I am really scared that she'll fell off the bed. I even asked Ate A not to leave her alone. But, I did. I left a sleeping Bebi A on our bed, pillows on her sides. We were having our lunch when we heard her. It was not a cry of pain, but more of a cry of anger. So I asked Pre to look. He went inside and after a while, I followed. Much to my panic, we saw her on Dawter T's bed trying to reach a Piknik can (Piknik is a potato snack --- my all time fave!). I don't know whether I wanted to laugh or cry at that moment (at an early age, I can foresee that she's following mommy as a junk food addict). I should have heeded to those thoughts that came to me --- that I shouldn't leave h...

Dawter T doesn't want me nor her daddy to sleep beside her anymore. Dawter T "Ang sikip, mommy!" Para namang ang laki laki nya! O ang laki laki ko --- (d pa naman ganun kadambu!)!

For 6 months now, Bebi A has been an "almost" full breastfed baby. However, with my recent bout with throat and ear infection, I had to stop supplementing her diet and give her fomula. It has been 6 days now to be exact. The thing is I've been happy with her progress but she's a little underweight. And, this plus the demands of my work contribute to this nagging question --- Shall I continue breastfeeding her? Another factor to consider is that she's not actually feeding from me. She doesn't want to latch anymore. I have to pump 5 times a day to give her sustenance. Even at the wee hours of the morning, when I know that she's about to wake up, I also wake up to pump. It's quite tiring. But, just the thought of stopping makes me feel so guilty. *** (I guess I should take this as a sign, this happened the day before I actually started taking antibiotics) --- On the way to my workstation, my CEO and I happen to ride the same lift. He asked me about Bebi A...

After the holidays, it was another thing to look forward to. Dawter T's first day at pre-school. We briefed her on what to expect as we were scared that I won't be allowed to ride with her on her school bus on her first day. I woke up Dawter T at around 8am as she was to be picked up at around 930am. The first two days of schools was meant to orient then thus they will only be at school for 1.5 hours. Her actual time is from 11:30am to 2:30pm. She was so excited. She even took her water bottle from the ref and put it inside her bag. She took a bath then wore her uniform. Oh my little schooler, she looked so cute and grown-up. (Mind you, I was really the one who can't keep still, I was actually worried sick -- tama si litcoo , may samahan talaga ng stage moms!) When the school bus arrived, the auntie took dawter T's hand and made her sit inside then closed the door on me. That's when my tears started to fall! I was having mixed emotions. I was so happy to see her off...

What a way to start the New Year! I was feeling very tired during the eve. I was even thinking how come I feel so tired when I only cooked 2 dishes whereas during Christmas eve, I cooked 4. Sister C attributed it to the fact that Christmas has come and it left a lot of sleepless nights and gimiks to make you weary. It was not because of dishes I cooked. I was nursing a high fever which I should have realized coz the symptoms were there (tired and achy legs --- yes, those are the surefire symptoms that I am sick). What? I can't be sick. It's New Year's day. Oh well, we can't have everything. After eating a late, late dinner on the 31st. We started our countdown. At the strike of 12, we hugged and kissed one another. It was a simple and quiet gathering. Actually, it was just us -- my whole family, sister C and Ate A. Bebi A even woke up to celebrate it with us. We didn't eat anymore as we are still full. We just prayed. We prayed for the year that has passed, the bles...