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