Yippe! I have been anxious for almost three days as I was not able to write a post. It was due to some problems encountered by our admin. Well this is according to my brod in law and for two nights I kept on thinking what have become of this blog and boy I am extremely happy that it is back.
Last night the whole family was too engrossed watching national television. My kids were anxious too as they have observed that both Dad and Mom just couldn’t take our eyes off the tube.
The mention of curfew brought my husband back to the old days. Although we only have a short memory on it as we are both born a year after martial law was declared by then president Ferdinand Marcos, but we could remember the fear that it brought to our parents and older siblings.
I wonder what will happen to us when curfew was declared after the saga of Trillanes and his group last night in Manila Penisula.
I wonder if this event could affect my children and would they still have a peaceful nation to live in the future? What would become of the Philippines if we continue to live in this place where politics is always in turmoil and where people kill each other over politics and power?
I am just wondering….
Just when I thought that I could never put any Christmas decor in our house and just when I was feeling blue about it all the time, now we finally have our little Christmas tree in our house. Yipppeee. It is not actually little as it stands 5 feet and everyone in the house was so excited about it, even Dad was happy upon seeing it with all the trimmings and lights.
But the kids’ joy was overflowing. The girl offered to put on the balls while the boy kept on asking questions but I never did answer any of them not even one because I was too engrossed on becoming artistic. Well, I am not. I could be in my own standard but never in the critical eyes of a real artist.
Our Christmas tree is all gold and red. We put on big gold balls and smaller red ones. I designed gold and red ribbons. There are about 300 hundred lights on it. One hundred of them don’t blink and I put it on the trunk of the tree, while the rests are blinking. Exactly what my son wanted.
He could never take his eyes off it as if afraid that it will vanish from his sight, but then he could never also stop his hands from touching anything on the tree. I know what runs in his mind. He is trying to test if anything on it can be damaged on his grip.
The girl on the other hand is so careful about it and guard it from her younger brother.
Tonight, I played on a Christmas song in our PC and they were ecstatic. I could see the glow in their eyes as they tried to sing along even they didn’t know a single word from it.
Well, Christmas spirit is inside our humble home and for the first time in six years as a wife and mother, I will be hosting my first Christmas with my family - Dad and the two kids.
This is our first Christmas here in our house as we have just transferred from a rented apartment last July. Yes, I am very excited to decorate our house with Christmas trimmings and all. My kids will surely love it too. Just two weeks ago when traveling from downtown back to our home, my son asked me if we could put an “on off” lights in our house, referring actually to blinking lights and of course, I said yes.
But when I told Daddy about it, he said that we need to think about this first. He has this unexplained fears on Christmas lights. Blame it on fire accidents caused by Christmas lights.
And so until now I still haven’t decorated our house. Well, I never really had since we got married because the whole family spent Christmas in my folks’ house, but this year I want to celebrate here in our house and I want to really make this Christmas special.
But on the other hand, I am also having second thoughts since that means that there will be only four of us who will share the Noche Buena and I am definitely going to miss my parents and my brothers and their families.
I don’t want actually to think about this. Not just yet, because this really put me in a dilemma, I might as well think first of other things. Anyway I still have about thirty days to think.
Today is Veronica’s birthday. She is my daughter’s classmate. And she is six today. That made my daughter envious because she always wanted to be older than her classmates. She is still five and it would be months more before she turns six.
She will still be five when she enters Grade 1 next year and that made her more sad. When I asked about the party in the school today she did not talk anything about food but asked why Veronica is older than she is when she is taller than Veronica is. And asked if she could turn six tomorrow.
But of course I told her that it was very impossible since August is several months away. So she said, “Mom, I want to have a big party when I turn six.”
That zippered my mouth and I wonder what a big party means to my five-year old daughter. Is is something like La Jolla Banquets?
And she said I want to have ice cream and cakes and many toys for my friends and classmates.
Whew. Now that settle things out and let me breathe again normally.
My daughter asked me one more thing about the things I really want if someday we will become rich.
Well, I don’t want to send wrong messages and so i just told her that being rich is not totally what makes a person happy. It is not the material things that one possesses but the most important thing is for us to stay together always and that we will have good health.
She on the other hand insisted on asking me the things I wanna do. And so maybe travel around the world with Dad and with them.
Well, she said as if some kind of a fairy godmother, “Well, your wish will come true.”
I secretly laugh and have almost said out loud, ” I want to have a plastic surgery in Seattle, too, when I get older so I will stay attractive in Dad’s eyes.”
But I just hold my tongue this might lead to another discussion.
This is just one of the many questions that just propped from my daughter’s mouth.
This question was asked when we were watching TV and one character in the story brawled and lamented that she was never accepted and no one really loved her.
So my daughter asked me what made this woman said that she was not accepted. And so I told her because she was not rich.
And she asked, “Are we rich?” And so I said, “Nope, we are not. But we are also not poor. We are just in the middle.”
And with pride she said, “When I grow up we’re going to be rich. I will buy everything you want.”
I paused and gave her a big hug and kiss and said, “We will pray for that.”
That gave me a thought.
I wonder will that include a cosmetic surgery in Beverly Hills, CA? Better ask her.
Hehehe.
Ouch, I couldn’t believe it. My school uniform has bubble gum on it. When I asked about it, everybody in the house pointed accusing fingers on my son.
It was his bubble gum. They all chorused. And what did the little boy have to answer? Well, just that smile that would surely melt my heart. But still I am angry because I have to wear that uniform tomorrow. I need first aid for my uniform. First thing first I need to deal with the little culprit.
When confronted he simply showed me a tattoo - free from that bubble gum which ruined my uniform. I thought it was a Dallas tattoos, but it was not.
He is fascinated by tattoos that’s why he spent his money on that bubble gum. But I need to punish him. But have I got the chance? Nope, he flaunted his tattoo and he ran away. While I too was too tired to pursue him.
One thing I learned being a mother is never ever give scissors to your child. Before, I used to give them trainer’s scissors as it is one way of developing their pyschomotor.
Yes, both my children have really developed their psychomotor earlier than the average but that has also taught them to just cut anything they could hold. There’s this shirt and pants that he treasured so much because of the fish designs, yet he made it more attractive by cutting the edges of the shirt and the seams of the pants. That is attractive according to my son’s standard.
And then one day I just woke up from the scream of my daughter. My son just cut his hair and it was really an ugly cut. But did it scared him? Nope, not a bit. It was as if it was a prized masterpiece and he simply just loved to look at himself at the mirror. While his older sister wore that worried look for the whole time.
To pacify her, I just told her that his hair will eventually grow back and if maybe if she wants it fast we could at least send her brother to Philadelphia hair transplant.
And I regretted saying that because that arouse her curiosity once again.
My son is a singer. My husband and I knew it from the start as he wanted to hum along when we sang him lullaby even when he was still a lot younger.
At three, his interest in music is already that of music for adults. The only nursery rhymes I hear him singing always is the ABC Song other than that he prefers songs sang by local singers such as I’ve fallen for you and Sana Maulit Muli.
He would sometimes replace lyrics of a song such as the one he sang for his uncle and his two cousins. That really sent them laughing since he put some humor in it.
Once I let him listened to the jeopardy theme song and now you can hear him humming the song and sometimes putting some lyrics on it that would surely put the house down since he is once again making a laughing stock out of his cousins.
And to think that he is only three years old.
The little chit chat my daughter and I had last night has probably sunk in her young mind. That when she woke up this morning she went immediately to the mirror and inspected her nose.
I really didn’t mind it at all because I was thinking that she was just getting ready for school.
I myself was rushing too. So I almost forgot that incident. But when I came back home from school. She ran to me and asked, ” Mom can I have a rhinoplasty?”
That somehow has made my eyes get so big that she immediately said , ” Is there a nose job in other places such as a rhinoplasty in Orlando or wherever?”
I know what’s playing on her mind and so I just said, ” Honey, you’ve got the best nose every girl could wish for. When you grow up, I am sure people will notice how wonderful your nose it. But for the mean time, why don’t we get all those books. It’s you examinations tomorrow, remember.”
And she walked out on me.