Protective Instincts

Mi esposo and I took the day off yesterday to attend to some personal matters. Our bebe was the happiest, she was all smiles seeing me beside her when she woke up and knowing that her tatay was just in the living room. She was enthusiastic the whole day and made “pa-bibo” (antics) to the max. She was interacting with the characters from the Nick Jr. shows, singing their respective theme songs, counting with the Team Umizoomi, marching with Dora the Explorer and dancing with The Backyardigans. I bet no facebook smileys from www.myemoticons.com can match her ecstatic face yesterday. She even made a jingle out of own words using Dora’s song which goes something like this: “where are we going (clap, clap, clap) daddy’s house” (if you watch Dora I’m sure you’ll relate). She was so funny and so entertaining.

 

But what I find relatively funnier later that day was mi esposo. He was setting his bike in our backyards when mi bebe followed her. I was confident that she’s going to be safe there so I didn’t bother to come after her. When all of a sudden, she came crying back to me. We were clueless as to what happened but after our short talk, she told us she was bitten by ants. When she was calm I thought that was it, we just went on as usual. But mi esposo cannot let it pass just like that, he returned to us and told our bebe that the ants were already gone. He even murmured that he didn’t mind them when they bit him but biting his bebe was a different story.

 

It was just ants, I cannot imagine more with boys who will make her cry (in the farther future). Lol

My Little Turn on the Catwalk

Thank goodness for a bright-sunny day yesterday, my maternity photoshoot pushed through finally. It was originally scheduled Sunday prior to yesterday, but due to the bad weather we decided to re-sched it the following weekend. The team of photographer was nothing new to me, they were the same people I spent my entire highschool life with, the same group I was telling here and the official photographers during mi bebe’s 1st birthday bash, they are my highschool best buds. Mi esposo was surprised with my guts and my confidence, he didn’t expect I was that “game” with my modelling stints (not to mention with my outfits and the location). Well, I just want to level the brilliance of the photographers, that’s why. I don’t want to be a nameless model who’s trying to be primadonna, I’m super professional you know (wait till I become famous. lol). But most of all, I really enjoyed the shoot and the people around me, it was such an experience. I have below some behind-the-scene shoots taken by mi esposo. He was just trying to capture and I just want to show how dedicated this team was, that we were serious about this as much as we enjoyed so much. I would tell you next time the details and show the photos of the actual shoot. But for the meantime, you can also check their other projects here and here.

 

When It Rains, It Pours

Funny how my officemates are trying hard to rearrange their tiny office spaces just to accommodate feng shui teaching. They even shop for what is thought to be lucky items and put it in their respective tables to attract good chi. I’m not sure if they have achieved their desired luck after two weeks of passionate following, I am not even sure what luck do they need. I am just glad the luck somewhat bounces to me, indirectly though. Lol

 

It’s actually mi esposo who’s been receiving blessing after the other these past days. It started when he attended a work related seminar where he won both a special prize and the grand prize, the latter was easily monetized the following day. Then the next day, I was surprized to receive a dinner package, I later found that it was intended for him (only coursed through me) as a gratitude for extending his IT expertise.

 

I didn’t know these things overwhelmed him, mi esposo admitted he is afraid of what might be the take-back of all these lucks. I assured him these were his blessings and not mere luck. It’s the reward for his goodness and is not something he needs to pay off soon. And after all, he has a pregnant esposa (oh, you know the saying).

 

Pouring blessings, I just hope the (literal) rain will stop this weekend. My scheduled maternity photoshoot must push through.            

Know What to Say

Please excuse my post for today, it’s not original but I just can’t let this short story past without sharing, it’s sort of related to my niche anyway. Every wife (okay let me not include other wives without their consent), let me rephrase - I as a wife sometimes thinks of the worst while mi esposo is out for a drink. It’s not about trust or the lack thereof, but you cannot ever trust alcohol, can you? Not to mention peer pressure which I think is scarier. Things like boys night out are unavoidable, there’s nothing I can do but to pray for his safety and to keep him sober enough to hold his values intact. I hope that this story is not just a fiction but a daily practice of every good family man, wasted or otherwise.         

 "The Hangover"

A husband wakes up at home with a huge hangover. He forces his eyes and first thing he sees is a couple of aspirins and a glass of water on the side table. He sits down and sees his clothing in front of him, all cleaned and pressed. He looks around the room and sees that it is in perfect order spotless and clean. The rest of the house is in equally good shape. He takes the aspirins and notices a note on the table.

“Honey, breakfast is on the table. I left early to go grocery shopping. Love You!”

He is totally shocked by the loving note. He goes to the kitchen and there is a hot breakfast and morning newspaper ready for him. His son is eating at the table. He asks, “Son, what happened last night?”

His son says, “Well, you came home around 3 a.m. drunk, puked in the hall and gave yourself a black eye when you stumbled into the door”.

Confused, the man asks, “So why is everything in order and so clean? Why is there breakfast on the table waiting for me? I should expect to have a big quarrel with your mom!”

His son replies, “Oh, that! Mom dragged you to the bedroom and when she tried to take your clothes and shoes off, you said, “Lady Leave Me Alone! I’m Married!”

MORAL OF THE STORY:  Saying the right thing while drunk – “PRICELESS” J

Lucky 9! Lucky 13?

Chinese beliefs would tell you 13 is such an unlucky number and we as Filipinos, who are greatly influenced by them, embrace that philosophy as well. As much as we could, we avoid the association of this number in our endeavours (buildings do not have 13th floor, we never deal on the 13th, especially if it’s a Friday) for it is believed to bring bad luck. That was my exact thoughts at the night of September 13, 2003. It was then when he asked me to be his girl. I was hesitant to give my “yes” following that belief but who holds the future? Plus he was so persistent and determined to get a positive reply, so I agreed to give it a try and marked it as “our day”.

 

Unlike new couples, we didn’t have a smooth-sailing beginning. A week would not pass without us arguing over petty things. But what’s good about us was that we never gave-up. We both lived with the idea that it is unhealthy to get-back together once there is break-up, so we always talk about our conflicts and we compromise, until we get tired of fighting have adjusted with our differences and learned to give-and-take. That was how we lasted. Honesty, trust, loyalty, submission, open communication, patience and lots of patience are our key up to now.

 

Most of all, our 9 years of togetherness made me realize it wasn’t all about love. Every relationship needs divine intercession more than anything. It is true that you have to put God in the center of your relationship for a stronger foundation. That’s our secret, we always see to it to pray together before we go to sleep. We are thankful we lasted for 9 years amidst our inauspicious date. 

God is our best antidote for bad omen. We are luckier He gave us each other.

Not a Desperate Housewife

I am happy with how mi bebe is manifesting her intellect. As early as 22 months she can count to 10 without sweat. She can even recite a whole sentence from her favorite book. I am so pleased with it and inspires me to do better as a self-proclaimed educator.  

 

Incidentally, I met with my former colleague last Friday night. We work together for the government for almost 2 years before she transferred to the private sector, now she’s a stay-at-home mom. I can still remember our chit-chat times where we shared our fascination of becoming full time housewives, we always dreamt of running the house ourselves and having lots of time in our respective kitchens. We wanted to be hands-on mothers, we wanted to be our kids’ very own tutors and see with our own eyes each milestones and achievements they make.

 

Her kids are now 6 and 4 years old, both in school and due for their periodical exams. She even made it as an excuse for being late that night. She said she reviewed her son first before leaving the house. She even admitted that she has a lot to (re)learn too. She needs to be updated with everything in order to be an effective tutor.  I’m happy she’s living her dream. I wish her luck.

 

As for me, I am yet to teach mi bebe the 26 letters of the alphabet. Or should I potty train her first?  

Just for a Night

Last Friday, our house help welcomed us with the news about some rare astronomical occurrence. Apparently, that day (August 31) was a blue moon. She was asking mi esposo what that means, I retorted “once in a blue moon” straightaway (that’s all I know, honestly). Everybody laughs but no one can give better answer. Upon research, I found out that it’s actually the 2nd full moon within the month (traditional definition states it’s the 4th full moon within a season) and usually happens every 2-3 years. That’s the technical definition, but what I want to know is the folklore behind it. After some indolent browsing I found an interesting one, it’s says “For pregnant, full moon brings on labor”, and on a relative note, “Saturday is the best day for giving birth”. I was lazy enough to stop from there.

Luckily, I didn’t labor on that day, not because it’s not Saturday but I am not yet due. What I found rather unusual that night was that I slept ahead of everybody. I usually am the last one to sleep taking mi bebe into consideration, I have to make sure that she is in her sweet slumber before I can make my own. Oh, but my beauty rest didn’t last that long, she woke me as if telling me she’s ready to sleep. At least I had an experience.