guilty mama

Dearest Son,

It’s Sunday! Lazy day for the three of us … Dad and I are still thinking if we go swimming a while later or just continue to be lazy till this day ends :)

Daddy’s tinkering his gadgets. (He looks and moves just like you. It’s as if there’s a giant Uji in the room playing, like you do when you are awake) You are sleeping. I’m here beside you, obviously, blogging. And I’m guilty. To make up for that guilt, I spent a quiet time with you, took a picture of us embracing each other while I sang … “In the eyes of a child, there is joy, there is laughter …”

But I’m still guilty.

Coz I raised my voice on you (I guess for the first time) during lunch.
I gave you spaghetti --- you refused.
I gave you yummy pork --- you refused.
I gave you our leftover ampalaya (which I know you like a lot) --- you refused, and you shouted! And I almost shouted too! Maybe I did. I’m just in denial.

So I gave you kokocrunch.
And you ate quietly.
Then you dozed off to sleep --- (read: you SLEPT with kokocrunch in your hands.)

Poor little baby boy. Mommy forgot you missed your morning nap :(
Won’t happen again baby. I will do my very best.

Writing this letter somehow makes me feel better. I know in my heart, you have forgiven me.

Love,
Amama (that’s how you call me these days)

Holy Week with Grannies.. Milestones Galore

Son,
It's the best time to write to you now, while you're busy tending Noodles and Nee chee (the cute little chicks given to you by Tita Yang).. Noodles is kinda sick. Despite the vetracin we gave her :( let's just hope she'll recover, ok?

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your Lolopapang, Lolamamang, and Mommyla came over last Holy Week . Your Tita Yang and Bing were here too.. They had so much fun bonding with you (and were challenged too since you were not that friendly to them hehe --- they understand) they were amazed to see you:

• walk unsupported
• walk, stop, and turn, and shout (in ayala)
• carry some things (ur 2 favorite fish toys) in your hand while walking
• climb safely on the stairs
• drink from a cup
• performs (jollibee dance,fly fly fly the butterfly,sampung palaka (cousin abe's talent hehe),head and shoulders kness and toes, clap, sign of the cross (its actually waving ur hand from left to right and clasp both hands for "AMEN").. ETC..
• knows thingsby pointing to them if asked "where" (window, horse, daddy and mommy's frame, TUFF, flower, moon, WELCOME sign,lights,ceiling fan, bathroom, etc.
• utter words: jollibee (edi edi edi) daddy (adedi), mommy (amama amama), milk (tititim), saka or climb (kaka), no (indi!)
• read read read.
• get angry (yeas, im glad to know you do get angry baby, it means you are normal. i love you)

Got to go now baby. some friends are coming over tonight.
Remember: you are loved.

MOM :)

bookworm at 14 months

My Dearest Rujim Paul,
While i'm typing this, you are downstairs watching Baby Einstein with Tita Juris. I write a letter for you every week in your notebook. But since we just got internet at home (Thank You Lord!), i find pleasure in blogging my weekly letters to you (will just print and paste it in your notebook for safekeeping, and for you to see when you grow big enough to read all these).
This week you love to walk and run a lot! (of course to my horror.. and to your Dad's nightmare) Your past time is opening and closing our kitchen cabinets, your fulfillment is climbing up the stairs, lately, you like to play anything i place inside the TUFF box (it's the powerful laundry detergent i'm selling) :) your lolopapang saw you playing with it to his delight (he's my boss in this tuff stuff hehe) ...
Of all the things you showed this week, your love for READINg impressed me the most! Earlier this day, you cried when Tita Mae stopped reading Your Mickey Mouse book...You just love it when i and Daddy read to you...You also like to read alone ..you can sit alone reading for a while ... as if giving me time to check my friendster update hehe, which reminds me to go now, still have to add a friend eh :) i love you my son. See you downstairs.

love,
Mommy