A Momma's Life (Sneak Peek)

Here's an excerpt of what a yaya-less mom goes through in an ordinary day: Please take note that this happened in 20mins or less. Oo, ganun kabilis. And that EJ has a comment on everything. Yes, he does.

I was feeding EJ his lunch. For some reason, ngsuka cya. Sbi nya after all the mess that he made, "BAP!" (Burp!) kasi for him, anything that happens to his mouth, whether a real burp or sneeze or cough or in this case, vomit is classified as "Burp".
So after ko linisin ung kalat, nag iipon ako ng water pra paliguan na cya. This time sabi nya, "Mama??? BAT!" (Bath!) sabay kinakalabog ung pinto ng cr. Hndi siya masyadong adik maligo eh. So sabi ko wait lng kc ngprepare pa c Mama. While waiting, naglalaro muna cya and knuha nya ung toy football nya. Nilalapit nya dun sa pic nung animal na may chickenwire fence tpos sumisigaw "DOE!!!!" (Goal!!) tpos tinataas kamay nya. Na-associate nya kasi ung pic nung chickenwire fence na kamukha nung goal sa football. Tama nga naman, diba?
At pgktpos nya ibato ung ball, takbo naman cya sa TV at turo cya kay Mickey Mouse sigaw cya "MA!!!" (Mouse!!) kasi un na ung next na palabas.
Take note na sabay sabay ngyari ung pgllinis ko sa mess nya and sa knya while ngpprep ng panligo nya while hnahabol cya kc tumatakbo around the room at babalik sa cr to check on the water quickly while preventing him from following me sa cr kc hndi pa ready while picking up his discarded toys as he runs around.
That's my life. Nkakataranta na nkkahingal na nkkatuwa at nkkamangha. Nakaka-ubos pasencya pero isang kiss at nkasmile na "Mama????" lang eh lumalambot na puso ko.
Priceless mommy moments, ika-nga.

Merriam - Webster Dictionary - EJ Edition

Merriam-Webster Dictionary - EJ Edition:

BA! (Bad! Pag nauntog cya)
BA! (Bag. Ni wowa)
BA! (Big)
BA! (Baha. Pag baha ung napapanuod sa news)
BA! (Bert. Ernie and Bert)
Baba! (Spongebob)
Baba! (Baba/down)
Babayiii/Bayiii! (Byebye)
Baboow! (Bubbles)
Ba-u! (Baho!)
BO! (Ball)

Dada (Daddy)

TA! (Star)
Tata (Tita)
TAW! (Cow)

Ma-yi! (Monkey)
Mama (Mama/Mommy)
Mamam (milk/water)

Nana?! (Nana Dance)
Nayn! (night)
Nayn-nayn! (goodnight/night-night)

Pap-ah (Papa)


Wai! (Wire)
Wawa! (Lola)
Wawa! (kawawa)
Wowo! (Lolo)

WOW!! (Wow)

With special participation of the all time favorite:
BAP! (Pag nag burp)
BAP! (Pag nag cough)
BAP! (Pag nag sneeze)
BAP! (Pag nagsuka. Yes, kahit sa pagsuka)

Use in a sentence:

Wowo: What's that? *points to star on top of christmas tree*
EJ: TA!! (star)
Wowo: Very good. Kakabitan ni wowo ng lights yung christmas tree para maganda no?
EJ: Wow!

***
EJ: Mamaaa!?!?!? Mamam!! *points at Lactum can*
*Mommy rushes to prepare milk for the little boss*

***
Wowo: EJ, wag mo galawin ung wire. (Ng CD player)
EJ: Wai! (wire) *gagalawin pa rin ung wire*
Wowo: EJ!! Sabi nang wag mong galawin ung wire!
EJ: WAI!!!! (WIRE!!!)
>_<

My cute, charming, naughty, mischievous son.

Whenever I See Your Smiling Face =)

Despite the barrage of emotions that my son brings out from me in a day, everything becomes okay whenever I see his cute, charming, doe-eyed smiling face. Yeah I'm a sucker for his smiles and cute laughs and his baby words! So sue me, I'm his mom. :D

At his stage right now, having to watch over him alone for the most part of the day is exhausting. He's in a running-crawling-climbing-jumping stage, and in a grabbing-touching-eating-licking-biting-throwing-everything mode. Even my parents concede -- I was NEVER this exhausting to take care of when I was a baby.So then I guess it's not a surprise when I get cranky and start screaming for a break at the end of the day -- and by "end of the day" I mean 6pm, like end of a working day. I need to relax and unscramble my mind from the heart-attack moments that always happens, from the screaming-consoling-bribing matches I go through, from the mini triathlon moments I join in (Running after him, pushing him around on his Bike or horse, Swimming in my own sweat). I crave for unwinding dinners and coffee times with friends. But since I can hardly do that, I settle for mini-me times with my iPod during dinnertime and while doing chores.

But then again, when I see his smiling face, my mind goes temporarily blank. I just bask in his sunshiny little face and let it warm my heart for a few seconds. Then it's back to reality of being tired and busy. But what matters is that I know that the reason for this lifestyle change, the reason for the physical and mental exhaustion that I'm experiencing right now is ULTIMATELY my reason for smiling, my reason for being able to go through with all these, my reason for being happy, my reason for being a better and a more complete person.

I will NEVER get tired of looking at your face, smothering you with kisses, hugging you despite the squirming matches that go with it. I will never get tired of loving you, Ev Joaquin.

Close Encounters of the Little Girl Kind

While I was at the boarding area of Singapore's Changi Airport on my way back to Manila, I was fondly observing this little girl (maybe around 4 years old or so) waiting in line a few people ahead of me. She was with her family and she was obviously bored. To pass the time, she was examining her grandma's big bag, which had drawings of 3 fish in increasing sizes.

Pointing to the first fish, she said, "Big."
Her mom, noticing her, urged her to go on with the next fish.
So then pointing to the next bigger fish, the little girl said, "Mas big!"
Before her mom could react, the girl hurriedly pointed to the biggest fist and said, "Pinaka big!!!" with a smug look on her face.

Epilogue: After laughing good-naturedly, her mom corrected her and told her, "No, it's supposed to be 'bigger'. Cge nga, say 'bigger'?"
Little girl: "Mas big!"

Sabi ko nga eh. Hehehe!

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As we went through the boarding pass check, I again noticed another little girl talking to her mom.

Little girl: "Mommy, miss ko na si Yaya."
Mother: "Ako nga din anak eh, miss ko na yaya mo. Haaay."

>_< Kunsumido ata si Mother hahaha! :)))

Moments like these are indeed priceless.

Separation Anxiety. Mine, btw.

I seem to be going through separation anxiety. I know I'm uber uber lucky to have my parents taking care of my son while I'm away, but there's a certain sadness and whatever feeling knowing I won't see the cutie pie for a week. This is the longest time I'm gonna be away from him -- before was just 2 days max. It really is different when you've been attached (literally and figuratively) to someone for a long time -- he started out as a jumbling thing in my tummy and hasn't been away from me for a long period of time ever since. Sigh.

So I can hardly imagine what other moms feel, when they actually have to leave their babies / children for a long period of time because they have to earn a living abroad. It must hurt deeply, but they have to do it for their children's sake too. Kudos to you, OFW moms (and dads too. And that includes my husband.)

EJ honey, mommy's gonna be away for a while. Don't make wowo and wowa's life loco too much, okay? Remember mommy loves you. Will bring you mucho mucho gifts when I get back. Mwaaahhh.

The Face That Launched A Thousand.....Fans?

The second I saw this face up-close, I grabbed my phone, switched the camera on (thank goodness it didn't lag this time) and clicked. I knew I captured a priceless moment. My baby was having one of his usual tantrums that involved "nothing and everything". Nothing was taken away from him but he wants everything he points to in return. Or something to that effect. He usually cries if I pull him away from his center of attention (e.g. live outlet/plug, so can you blame me?) and pouts and cries. Then give him something he likes and the pout instantly turns into a grin despite tears in his eyes. Tsktsk. A certified Drama King. I can't help but shake my head in amusement.

I often wonder, why and how does he do that? He makes this "gimme-what-I-want" look (see picture above) and when you give in and hand the world over to him it turns into a smug smile in an instant. Where did he learn that? *amused* Seriously, I never taught him that. And I don't throw tantrums at home for me to conclude that he saw me do it. Is it in the genes? Is it inborn? Is it a default setting? Isn't there any way to run Setup and alter the default settings before he boots up?

I know, I know, it's cute. It really is. However, I know there will come a point in time when I have to correct that notion that he can get what he wants with a certain look. It doesn't and shouldn't work that way. I only hope I don't teach him too early (like do I teach him now?) or too late (that he stubbornly refuses to stop doing it). Oh well, that's first-time mommyhood for ya. Always a trial and error. And since hubby is abroad, I have to stand in as Mommy and Papa. So, do I become the good cop or that bad cop? Martial Law or not?

I hope I don't end up with multiple personalities coz of this. LOL.


(oh, and thank you so much to all who appreciated, liked, replied, reposted this picture)

Where are you Scottie? Beam me up, darnit!

I was awakened by an early (okay, by early I mean, uh, seven-thirty-ish) morning phone call from my mom saying that EJ has been sick all night with fever. I was staying in Makati for the weekend and although I was aware he had fever the previous evening, I was hoping his paracetamol would kick in by the time he sleeps. Turns out, his fever went back up every after a couple of hours or so. Mom told me to come home earlier than my planned time.

She was calm though concerned.
I was spaced out in a deer-in-headlights moment once again.

My cousin and forever roomie Nikka witnessed the succeeding spaced-out-buzzing-like-a-bee-dunno-what-to-do-first moments I went through. I was debating with myself whether to rush EJ to the ER or not. I made frantic text messages. I fixed my stuff, prepared breakfast, fixed my stuff, ate breakfast, called my mom, took a shower, fixed my stuff (yeah I never seem to finish any of those fixings) and was finally fairly sure I packed everything before leaving for home. And in between those moments, I was wishing I could teleport right home and see how EJ's doing. That or scream for Scottie to effin' BEAM ME UP, pronto!!! 


When I got home, my heart bled when I saw my baby sleeping, wrapped in a blankie...

:'( I felt like crying. He's not usually this wrapped in a blankie because he sweats a lot even in an airconditioned room. So for me to see him like this -- it hit me that he's really sick. He's really not well. He woke up a little because we had to give him meds against his will -- and I couldn't bear to see him cry. Sheesh. What a puddle of jell-o am I as a mom. Sigh.

Thank goodness his fever didn't return by afternoon. He still has low-grade fever, though, and still eats and drinks irregularly. The upside to this is that he's the type of baby who, after feeling a bit better coz of the meds, starts walking and playing again. He's not the type to just mope around the bed even if his fever has gone down. In fact, it's 1:08am now and he's still walking around the room, playing and kicking his toys. I'm torn between feeling glad because he can still act normal (although more subdued) or feel bad because this smells like an all-nighter and we have to get up early tomorrow for his pedia visit.

Either way, I fervently pray that he'd be okay, that his high fever wouldn't come back.
And I would like to thank wowo and wowa for taking care of him to the highest level.

Get well soon, baby. Love you!

Ganun pala ang Mother's Love

"Itong c ej sobrang kulet, pasaway, pilyo. Pinapalo ko n kamay nya kc gsto pglaruan un plug pro uulit ulitin p rn, ggwa p ng paraan. Pinapgalitan ko n cya. Pro pg tinitigan n nya ako n prang inosente, bilog na bilog ung mata tpos ang sweet ng smile, nwwla n ung inis ko. Kinikiss at hug ko n cya. Gnun pla tlga no? Mother's love. Gnun pla un. :)"

Text ko sa isang kaibigan ko matapos ko ulanin ng halik ang makulit kong anak na pasaway. Pinost ko din sa FB pra sa lahat.

Minsan naiisip ko nung nagbigay ng kakulitan at kapilyohan c Lord, nasa front row c EJ "with arms wide open", kaya saganang sagana cya sa mga un. Nakakatuwa makita kung paano cya mag-react sa mga nangyayari sa paligid nya, nakakatuwa makita na nag-eexperimento cya, nakakatuwa makita na nakakapag-communicate na cya paunti-unti. Alam na nya kung anong gusto nya, kung milk o water o lumabas o mag play ng ball o magtampisaw sa tubig. Hindi ko alam kung may lahi ba cyang sirena o nasobrahan din ng pagka-mana sakin, dahil hayok na hayok cya sa paglalaro sa tubig.

Nakakatuwa makita lumaki ang anak mo. Lalo na kung maiisip mo na galing cya sayo. Kaya pla hindi tayo kayang tiisin ng mga nanay natin. Kahit anong gawin natin mapapatawad pa rin nya tayo, at minsan pa nga gagawa pa cya ng paraan pra kampihan tayo. Ngyon alam ko na kung bakit. :)

(Almost) Walking Drama King

EJ is now in the walking stage (though he usually clings on us for support) where he touches, swipes, eats, smells anything within his reach. This warrants constant supervision and close monitoring, lest he eat a piece of paper or a pair of slippers, God forbid. This means we have to follow him around the room, steer him away from the plugs and outlets, snatch away dirty things he collected along the way, and watch him do everything all over again.

But what amuses us now is his Drama King moments. He has since perfected his "woe-is-me" pouty look to the point of scrunching his face and sniffing with a little tears in his eyes, just so he gets what he wants. And when he does -- total transformation in a snap. All traces of "woe-is-me" is gone, a mischievous, triumphant smile replaces the pout, with drool on the side. And he got all of us hook, line and sinker.

Tsktsk. He's the King, all right.

Bust It Baby...

Nope this ain't the song by Plies (altho I love that song, the Pt. 2). This is about my baby, EJ, busting his lip tonight. Sigh.

He was in the middle of his usual mini-tantrum when he accidentally hit his lower lip on the (wooden) edge of the bed. Then he shrieked and cried and threw up (triggered by his banshee-cries) and there was blood oozing from the left part of his lower lip. I was in a deer-in-headlights moment again. My mind went momentarily blank and all I could do was stare at my baby and his bloody lip. Then my senses kicked in and I knew I had to get his washcloth and wipe him up (wowo was holding him anyway) and the works. Well, good thing that by the time I finished heating water and preparing his change of clothes, he stopped crying and was already reading a book. Whew.

I know this is part of the toddler years. But unlike the song, I'm not looking forward to the Pt. 2 of this. =)

What Terrible Two's?!?

Okay, whoever coined the term "Terrible Two's" has to move his calendar a year earlier. My son, at 15months, is already learning to act up. LOL. Nothing major-major YET, so I'm kinda anxious what the real terrible two's might bring.

His concept of obeying authority lasts 5 seconds, after which he shall proceed to do the offense for the nth time despite repeated attention calls. Yes, he stops and hesitates, but proceeds. He also has this attitude that if you reprimand him, he'll reprimand you back, with matching finger wagging. LMAO. He has this "woe-is-me" look and "paos" cry that make him look like an abandoned "aping-api" baby. He actually cracks us up but.  we have to hide our reactions because he might think it's right (even if it is amusing). His pedia said that we just have to learn more patience because that is normal at his age, and if we get mad and scold him he cannot understand yet and might even pick-up the act of scolding -- and do that to everyone else around him.

Thank goodness for wowo and wowa who has additional patience :D I have yet to stretch mine longer and longer.  He really tests our patience but once he gives us that mischievous grin, all else melts. Oh what that lil boy can do :)

Waterworld

It's getting harder and harder to end EJ's bath time. He's enjoying his waterworld very much that pulling him out requires strategic planning, effective diversion and good old brute force. 

Of course, I know that I am fortunate enough not to have a son who kicks and screams while being bathed. I wanna enroll him to kiddie swimming lessons, but swimming diapers are expensive, jeez! Maybe I can just teach him to love the pool as much as I do :) 

If he loves the water this much already, i wonder if he's gonna be a beach bum when he grows up? I guess I don't mind... As long as he takes me with him. ;D

Mama or Mamam??

Today, EJ has been unusually clingy to me. Always wanting to be carried, always wanting to go out of the room / house. Whenever I put him in the crib, he would switch into his woe-is-me pouty look and cry out "Mamamamama!" with his arms waving. Sometimes he pulls my top so that I'd carry him, sometimes he would point to the milk bottles.

So, is it "Mama" or "Mamam"?

Want to be hugged or want to be fed? :D

That's something I would have to figure out on my own, I guess. I wouldn't really know for sure until I try feeding him.

I guess that's what new moms (or even experienced ones, I suppose) go through -- trial and error periods since the kids have different ways of expressing their desires.

Well as long as he keeps on giving me gigil-kisses then I'm ok. :)

(Mama) Deer-in-Headlight Moment

Had a brief deer-in-headlights moment earlier while EJ was shrieking like a banshee. You know, that spaced-out, eyes-wide-open, mind-totally-blank moment we sometimes have when faced with a certain situation. I couldn't get EJ to stop crying, neither does he want milk, or cookies, or being carried a certain way. I think it's his teeth that's bothering him. Teeth, plural, because this boy always grow them by pairs. Poor lil dude.

Thank goodness for his wowo's comfort, he finally calmed down and is now asleep. For how long, I dunno. It just bothers me to feel helpless in his discomfort. If only I can absorb his (tooth --err-- teeth) pain I would.

I wish my hubby was here.

Bed Weather

I love waking up to cool freshly-rained weather. I call it bed weather, because it either makes me want to bury myself deeper in my blanket and pillows and sleep or get a good book and likewise bury myself deeper in my blanket and pillows. Or maybe have a cup of thick cacao (local hot choco) and read a good book in my bed.

Which is something I used to do. Past tense.

This morning I woke up, sighed and smiled at the weather. I got ready to bury myself deeper into my pillows when "Knock! Knock!" In came my boss, carried by his wowa, with her exclaiming,"Hindi cya natulog!" while handing me a giggling baby.

Vamoose. My dream of relaxation was overcome by the weight of my 20+lbs baby bouncing on the bed. Then came the mischievous smile and the early morn gigil-kiss and I forgot about my vamoosed relaxation. It's amazing what your baby's naughty grin can do. I just hope he doesn't use it on girls when he grows up. Lol!

So then my bed weather morning was transformed from being a luxury to merely a blog topic.
I'll see you again one day. :)

Mother's Day: Stranded at the Mall

Because of the (then) moderately rainy weather, Mom & I decided to run errands at a nearby SM, leaving my dad and my son at home for the meantime.

In the middle of the mall, in the midst of looking at plasticware, we heard a loud crackle outside. WTH?! Was that thunder, heard even in the lower ground floor of the mall? So we went back up and true enough, we came face to face with umbrella-carrying-jacket-wearing people, some of them drenched in rain. So it IS raining -- hard!

We wanted to go home to dad and EJ, but dad was adamant about us travelling in the midst of zero-visibility, wrath-spreading rain. He'd rather we wait for the rain to subside than risk being stranded outside (wow, did I just rhyme?). I guess we should be thrilled, right? More time to shop, more time to relax -- NOT. I guess it's the mother instinct in both of us, that we wanted to throw caution to the winds and go home.

So then mom and I actually decided to go home. We went to the basement parking, put our stuff in, and called dad. "We're going home."
Dad said, "Not yet. It's too dangerous."
I said, "Okay then we're not yet going home."
So much for throwing caution to the (strong) winds.

So as we were trudging back to the mall entrance, POOF. The lights went out. Think dark, wet basement parking, it doesn't exactly give you a warm and fuzzy feeling, does it? I instinctively grabbed mom's hand and pulled her to one side. I knew we were thinking of the same thing: brownout + EJ = not good.

But the rain still wouldn't let up. I wanted to treat her to a mani-pedi, but we were both too eager to go home asap. We ended up eating snacks while passing the time, and zooming back to the car as soon as we heard the rain tame down. Oh and the previously 20min drive home took an hour.

So then I realized, we actually spent the afternoon being what today is supposed to be commemorating -- being Mothers. Spending a better part of the afternoon worried about my kid in his aircon-deprived state while trying to run other errands is so Mommy-ish. Funny, but maybe it fits Mother's Day too, in a panicky sort of way.

Oh, and the wall posts, tags, and text messages from friends and relatives made this day even more significant for me too. I was a very new mom this time last year but this time it feels more special. Maybe it's the added year of internalization? Or maybe because EJ can now show appreciation (and disdain haha) more? Or maybe because EJ can already make me feel like a mother who has done something for him.... At any rate, this day has been a happy day for me, storm and all.

Again, Happy Mother's Day!

Happy Mother's Day, Momma's!!!

Just want to greet Mothers of all ages a Happy Happy Mother's Day!!!

They say this is the hardest but best job in the world -- because working hours are 24/7 with no option for resignation, yet the compensation is priceless: a smile, giggle, kiss, and hug from your little one and everything is worth it.

However, as we are still human and patience and stamina do run out sometimes, we momma's deserve a break every once in a while. I hope we get to enjoy this day today with our loved ones.

Cheers momma's! We are loved :)

A Taste of Normalcy

Finally!!! EJ slept with a semblance of being in the correct timezone. 12mn to 5am ain't so bad at all. Of course, we had to use our desperate measures tactic -- going to the mall late afternoon to tire him out. Well, that and he also needed the haircut. So, that strategy worked after all. But I don't think we can do that everyday! Sigh.

He's asleep again as I blog, it's quarter to 11 in the morning. I'll let him sleep a bit ang wake him up around lunchtime.

Everyone here's not used to the "normalcy" of EJ's behavior. I wonder if the Royal Haircut has anything to do with it? Teehee.

Sleeping in the Sunshine

For the past couple of days I have been sleeping with the sun in my eyes. EJ is in a full-blown U.S. Timezone phase that he refuses to sleep straight at night, treats it like a nap and therefore sleeps in the daytime. I couldn't wake him up before lunchtime coz the lil boy needs his rest. But I may have to interrupt his sleep today so that he isn't well rested in the afternoon. Hopefully he'll sleep at night.

So what about our sleep? Sigh. I'm trying to catch up on it in the am. But I still have dizzy spells.

I wonder when will the lil dude start internalizing +08:00 GMT?

Water Maniac

I just found out that my son is a water maniac.

Every bath time is simple: He's lying down in his tub and playing while I bathe him. This time, since it was hot and we weren't going anywhere anyway, I thought of letting him play in the water. So after giving him a bath, I closed his tub's drain, let him sit up and filled it with a few of inches of water.

Then came his eureka moment.

Realizing that he's surrounded by that thing that he's been trying to catch but couldn't, he starts slapping the water furiously, with one and then two hands, ignoring his poor drowning rubber duckie, splashing water all over....me. Lucky for me I only filled the tub a few inches of water. If I filled it to the brim? The word tsunami comes to mind.

I had to think of a clever way to pry him out of the tub. If not, he would have held onto the tub for dear life as I lift him, thereby spilling the water everywhere (the word tsunami again comes to mind) and carrying the tub WITH us to the room. Ah, yes, he has almost done that. A couple of times. So I had to think of a strategy this time.

Well I, uh, I kinda forgot the actual strategy >_< but the important thing is that I was able to carry him to the room, tub-less thank goodness, and dry him out. He was annoyed for being tricked so I'm not sure if it'll work again next time.

Whew. I cannot imagine how he'll react once he sees a swimming pool................

Yah, yah…

Yah, yah, it's good to have a yaya. Or at least someone whose sole purpose is to take care of either the house or the baby.
 
Last night, my son started napping at 830pm. Not good, because it had all the beginnings of an all-nighter. I wanted to at least wAke him up after half an hour. But I couldn't, because no one would watch over him as I was washing a kitchenfull of plates and plasticware. Plus i had to wash all his bottles. Plus other chores. Both his wowo and wowa are busy with things to do of their own. EJ eventually woke up even before I could finish sterilizing his bottles -- at around 1030pm. I finished at around 11pm with wowo pausing his tasks to watch over him. 

My interim solution was to ask mom to watch over him for a couple of hours so I could sleep. I slept at around 1130pm an woke up 01:30am to start my "shift".
EJ eventually slept around 4am. 

The thing is, I know I have to wake him up and not let him take a nap so late. But I didn't really have any choice. No one would look after him if he was awake.
Why not hire a yaya? 1.)Can't afford a yaya 2.)Dunno who to trust. 

For those asking why we don't have a yaya, it's because my nephew was kidnapped after his lola (my cuzin's mother-in-law) was stabbed to death by their yaya. I'm not saying all yayas are like this, of course not. I envy families who have long-term yayas whom they consider a part of their family. It's just unfortunate we do not have a family yaya. So it's really difficult to tell whom to trust. I just hope someday, when we can afford it, we'll have someone trustworthy to help us out. 

Repeat Performance

"Repeat Performance" - a term coined by Wowo Ernie to signify the telltale signs that his beloved grandson would be repeating last nights sleeping pattern. Or the lack thereof.

Number 1 telltale sign: It's 8:48pm and he's still asleep. Like now.

*forehead slap*

Ngayon ang sarap (dahil nakakapag online ako), mamaya ang saklap (kasi malamang gising cya buong gabi)

Timezone Independence

My son has been what I recently termed as "Timezone-Independent". I don't know if he simply takes after me -- I sleep late, tsktsk. We've been trying to cut his naps in the afternoon but sometimes we can't help but let him sleep so that we can do our chores. There's the problem -- once he takes a late nap (say, 7pm to 9pm), expect to pull an all-nighter. Especially now that he has nasal congestion (another thing he seemed to have taken from me teehee) possibly due to allergy rhinitis, he shrieks at night because he can't breathe properly. Ergo, he can't sleep. Ergo, neither can we. I'm so lucky to have my parents and my hubby to relieve me of my shift.

But now that hubby's overseas and my parents are often tired, looks like it's you and me, buster.

Watsup, Unica Mudra?

It was 5am, while in the middle of watching after my "Timezone-Independent" son, that I decided maybe I oughtta put up a blog. A first time mommy blog. I would write the joys, pains, laugh trips and dizzy spells I would be going through now that I'm a certified fulltime UNICA MUDRA.