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.
Unica Mudra is a spin-off from my Unica Ivah blog. MUDRA, in this case, is gayspeak for "MOTHER". However, according to the trusty Wikipedia, Mudra is a Hindu ritual or is related to Indian Dance.
Sunday, October 23, 2011
Wednesday, October 12, 2011
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.
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.
Wednesday, July 27, 2011
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.
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.
Saturday, July 16, 2011
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.
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.
Monday, June 20, 2011
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)
Monday, June 13, 2011
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!
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!
Thursday, June 9, 2011
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. :)
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