Saturday, October 27, 2012

Little Dude's Friends


I wish we had more friends with kids who live nearby.  When I see Marcus playing with the Wii (not a very good thing, I know) by himself, I feel a little sad.  If there was only one way I could give him a younger brother (or sister), then maybe playing with his toys would be a lot more enjoyable for him.
 
So far, these are his friends whom we were able to meet up with recently.

1.  Keon, who is also my godson.  He's the son of hubby's friend from his car club MLPH.
 
 
2.  These two are actually our neighbors, Ish and Noah.  They are much older than the little dude but somehow they manage to enjoy the kind of play he wants.  They take care of Marcus and is fully aware that he still needs to be given extra attention to, which is good.


 
3.  Rafa, the best friend he can't seem to forget.  Rafa's mom, Emily, and I go way back when we were still in highschool and then roomies in college.  Hopefully, they can move in here in the same village soon so these two can have more frequent play dates.

 
4.  Future first girlfriend, Tala.  (Haha! Peace, RD and Kay!) 

 
This is what I would like to call "second generation of friendship". :)

Friday, October 26, 2012

Little Dude's Milestones Post # 2


I initially thought I'd make a milestone post every month but being the lazy blogger that I am and having a crazy workload in the office (hence the tired, tired body when I get home), looks like that's not a possibility.  Tsk tsk...

Anyway, here's another "review".  Marcus is two years and ten months as of today.

Feeding
  • We're now (finally) on purely Nido 1+!  Average intake is 2-3 220-ml bottles per day (yes, still have not weaned him)
  • Favorite baons to school -  Koko Krunch and Animal Bites
  • Likes spaghetti, fried chicken, and french fries from McDo (ask him and this is what he's gonna say)
  • Loves taho
Bath
  • Can wash and rinse his face on his own in the sink
  • Brushing his teeth isn't as difficult as it used to be that sometimes he insists on doing it on his own
  • Using Johnson's milk bath and orange shampoo    
Sleeping
  • Still takes one to two-hour afternoon naps after school
  • Dreams more often - sometimes calling out "mommy!" or laughing in his sleep
 Attitude/Habits
  • Kisses me and says "good moning!" (isn't he the sweetest?!) when he wakes up before I am, which is usually on weekends
  • Fond of screaming when he doesn't get what he wants
  • Always wants mommy or daddy to "watch" and "come here" (with him)
  • Starting to learn that yes is opo
 Abilities/Development
  • Can spell his name M-A-R-C-U-S or recognize it when it's written
  • Holds pencils and crayons properly
  • Counts until 13 perfectly (14 to 20 still gets mixed up)
  • Plays bowling, basketball, golf, swordfight, table tennis, and frisbee on Wii
  • Finally makes the peace sign to mean that he's two years old
  • Identifies all the letters of the alphabet, basic colors, and shapes (I love how he knows pentagon and trapezoid! hihi)
  • Goes to the bathroom, puts his pants down, and pees without assistance
  • Can take of his clothes on his own  
  • Finally says "mommy" instead of "mani"
  • Points out to traffic lights - green means go, red means stop
Favorites/Pet peeves
  • Reading books with mommy before bedtime
  • His number puzzles
  • Lightning McQueen and High Five
  • Wii and golf
Measurements
  • Height - 91.4cm
  • Weight - about 14+ kg (same)
  • Shoe size - 6 to 7 (same)
  • Shirt size - usually S or 2T, depends on brand (same)
Come to think of it, his terrible two's stage isn't so terrible at all! :)

Planning for Little Dude's Third

If there's one thing I realized about having a child born on the early part of the year, that is how challenging it would be to plan birthday parties every single time. 

You see, Marcus was born on January 6th - that's about two weeks after christmas and less than a week after new year (then there's also his papsy's birthday on the 30th of December and the annual stressful year-end closing at work!).  That means all the holidays and merry-making are just about done by the time of his birthday.  The difficult side of this are:
  1. Party planning adds to all the holiday rush, as if all the christmas shopping, gift wrapping, attending and arranging parties left and right, menu preparations, etc. aren't enough 
  2. Non-working holidays cause some some period of downtime in terms of coordinating with suppliers who may also be on vacation
  3. Bonuses have just been given out towards the end of the year and therefore people are broke by the early start of the year (well at least for me!) and so if not planned early, budget becomes a constraint
When I look back at the little dude's first birthday, I couldn't help but feel a little regret for not having been able to make it as "grand" as I hoped it to be because of lack of preparation.  By mid-December, the only thing final was the venue, caterer (without menu yet!), and McDonald's.  A few days before, I still didn't have cake, entertainment, or matching outfits for the three of us.  Oh my, just enumerating all these things is making me sad.  For an HR person like me who is so used to organizing company events, this is so... bad!  Tsk tsk.

Skinny little dude with kid Mcdo on his (bordering disastrous) first birthday
That's why I learned my lesson.  As early as now, I'm starting to plan for Marcus' third birthday party.  For a the-works party, this is still late but since I'm just thinking of a simple celebration at his toddler school, I think the timing is just right.  As I write this post, I am making a list of the things that need to be taken care of for the party - food, decorations, entertainment, and favors.  My target is to have everything polished before christmas, which is 60 days to go.  Wish me luck!

Monday, October 22, 2012

Testing...

Because I have a bazillion things I'd like to blog about,

Because I do not have enough time to boot up my laptop before the little dude comes banging on the keyboard,

Because I want to post a lot of random stuff as it happens...

I downloaded the Bloggerdroid app! I'm actually using it now. Hihi. Crossing my fingers that I can post as often as I would like to.  No more excuses. :)

Friday, October 19, 2012

Not for Hubby!

If you're my husband, please stop reading NOW.  I am 101% sure you will not be happy to see this article again. 

It's a piece I wrote on the same day I got my heart broken when I decided to cut all ties, put a closure, and move on from an ex-boyfriend.  That was almost 10 years ago! I just chanced upon this while cleaning up my inbox and thought of sharing it again, because it made me look back at how brave (naks!) I'd been.  This used to be published in peyups.com with an alias so for those of you who have read this before but never knew who wrote it, this is a revelation.  Hahaha!


The Closure
I couldn’t believe it.  I was sitting there, right next to the love of my life.  We were at Starbucks, not daring to say a word.  I don’t know if I was just trying to hold back the tears, or there just weren’t any tears to fall, or I just psyched myself that I won’t cry.  He, on the other hand, was finishing his nth cigarette since we got there.
Earlier, he asked me why I wanted to see him.  I just handed him an envelope.  He said, “Baka maiyak ako dito ah!”  (He thought it was my wedding invitation.)  I said, “Hindi yan invitation.  Later mo na lang basahin ok?”  But he still opened the envelope anyway, and before I could say anything else, the golden ring fell from the white stationery.  He just looked at me and said, “Sabi ko na nga ba eh.”  For a second there, I thought the world stopped.  I can still remember the way he looked at me when he saw the ring.  Not exactly teary-eyed, but surprised, I guess? Or sad? Or just plain…uhm, blank?  I couldn’t tell.  All I could remember was the look.  It was different.  The one I’d remember for the rest of my life.

It was the ring he gave me the day after my eighteenth birthday.  (It was actually a wedding ring.  He said his mother bought it for him, for the girl he would love forever.)  Along with that special ring is the promise that well, someday, we’ll end up with each other and we would tell our grandchildren about our love story.  From that time on, we were officially a “we”.  We were best friends in high school who couldn’t exactly define our relationship, although we both knew we loved each other.  Until that day. 

But for some insane reason I couldn’t even remember, we broke up after a few months.  And things were never the same.  We weren’t “best buds” (as we would call each other) anymore.   There were no more late night telebabads, or hi-hello-what’s-up texts.  Nothing.  Well, except for the birthday greetings and the exchange of Merry Christmas and Happy New Year’s.  Oh, and the 2 or 3 times he called me at 3 or 4 in the morning and said “I love you”.  (How weird can he get?).  Oh, and the other time he was crying at the other end of the phone line, “Nasa ‘yo pa ba yung ring na binigay ko sa ‘yo dati?  Itago mo ‘yon ha?  Kasi someday isusuot ko ulit sa ‘yo ‘yun, sa harap ng maraming tao, habang kumakanta ‘yung children’s choir…  Maglalakad ka sa aisle, tapos hihintayin kita sa kabila.”  I found myself crying too after that.


Between birthdays and Christmases, when we had no contact whatsoever, I was living my life.  (Or so I thought.  At least I tried.)  I engaged myself in every activity in school there is.  People would compliment me, that I am so independent, so “strong”, the “sorry-you’re-not-good-enough-for-me” type.  (Or was it just an act?)  I would occasionally hear from friends that he has a new girl.  I’d just shrug it off like it’s no big deal and assure them that I am so better off without him, that I am so over “that jerk”.  I just couldn’t let them see that I was swallowed by my own emptiness.  But at night, just when I was sure nobody would hear me, I would still cry. Bitterly.  

I must admit I got stuck.  Amidst all the endless speeches about being “happy on my own”, “letting go and moving on”, and the other okay-keep-telling-yourself-that conversations with my friends, the girl inside was still hoping.  That someday, somehow, she and the love of her life would still have a chance.  I led myself to believe that he IS the one, and that we’re just taking our time but eventually will realize we belong together.    

And then, somewhere between the wishful thinking and the slap of reality, I just decided I’ve had enough.  I know it’s long overdue, but it’s about time I “leave everything behind”.  After all, it’s been four long years.  I had the longing to “feel whole again”.  I convinced myself the right thing to do was to finally end what should’ve ended a long time ago.  (Technically speaking, it WAS over, but for me, it never was.)  I realized that in order for me to really, really go on with my life, I had to free myself from the “holding on” I’ve been doing over the years.  Maybe a “closure” was all I needed.  As in totally and completely conclude our so-called love tale.  And that’s why I was there.

After what seemed like eternity, I gathered up some courage and said, “Hindi ata para sa kin ‘yan eh.”  With the unidentified expression on his face, he asked, “Kelan mo naisip yan?”  This time I was sure I was trying with all my might to prevent the tears from falling.  My voice was cracking.  “Dati pa.  Hindi ko lang matanggap.”  Another long silence followed.  N minutes later, I found myself saying, “Alam mo kung ano’ng naisip kong gawin dyan?  Ipa-tunaw mo na lang tapos ipagawa mong dalawa.  Para tig-isa kayo.”  I was struggling to project the “I’m okay” image.  He just looked away.  What a stupid thing to say.  But I didn’t care.  That was what I was planning to do “when we get back together someday”.

We finished our coffee and I took him home.  Just like that.  He didn’t say anything.  He just sat there.  When he got off the car, while he gave me the directions back to my house, I couldn’t help but stare at him.  This might be the last time I’ll ever see him again.  This is it.  This IS the end.  What the hell, I did what I had to do, right?

I said “thank you” and slowly drove away.  I couldn’t help but feel sad when I looked in the rear view mirror and caught him just as he was walking back to his house.  He was gone.  I know I have to but it may take some time before I could wholeheartedly get myself to wish him happiness.  With the girl he’ll be marrying soon.


***I just felt like writing.  So forgive me for any grammatical blunders.  This is for my friends who shared with me that one night.  - Anonymous

Tuesday, October 9, 2012

Quick Inspiration

One of my good friends here in the office recently left for another company.  He sent me a short note on his last day and I couldn't help but smile when I read it.

just wanna express my gratitude for being such a miss insightful! i envy you because you cant help but be so nice all the time. you are such a good-find-of-a-friend, im so blessed. carry on and take heed of your aspirations. i know that somewhere out there, opportunity beckons.

It's really nice to hear (good) feedback on how you are viewed by others and how they genuinely wish nothing but the best for you.  Sigh.  This made me feel pleased with myself for a moment there.  I must be doing something good out of my life!  Recently, however, I feel like I want so much more, particularly to enrich my family life and my womanhood.  I hope and pray that God leads me to the discovery of my ultimate purpose soon.