Showing posts with label mommy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label mommy. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 2, 2014

A is for Advisory Board

Mommy has worked with all kinds of Boards - real estate, condominium corporations, service companies, retail, and even a central bank Monetary Board! So Mommy knows what good things a (good) Board can accomplish.

Thus, when Mommy was invited to join your child care's Advisory Board, Mommy accepted with alacrity ("Alacrity" means "with eagerness and enthusiasm". If Mommy asks for example, if you want to go to Zio and Zia's house, you say "yes" with alacrity).

Mommy believes this is a good opportunity for Mommy and Daddy to be more involved in your development and at the same time give back to the wonderful people in child care who are taking care of you.



PS: After the first meeting of the Advisory Board, Mommy checked on you to see what you were doing. You seemed to be enjoying yourself immensely!

Tuesday, June 17, 2014

C is for Coffee

You are such fantastic company
When Mommy is having
Coffee


Sunday, March 2, 2014

S is for Smile

Mommy is in-between jobs
For one whole week
It's just Mommy and
Cheeky Anton Lee!

Thursday, February 13, 2014

V is for Valentine

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Mommy so loves you
And Daddy does too!

Sunday, January 26, 2014

Sunday

Hear mass
Eat out
Go grocery shopping
Nap
Visit mamita
Read with Mommy!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

starbucking

This should not really
 come as a surprise
considering mommy's
(minimal) caffeine intake
while you were in
utero.





Sunday, August 26, 2012

adieu, happy bachelorette pad

When Daddy first saw Mommy’s flat (which he called a shoebox) he said to her, “You really planned (note the past tense) your entire life just working and travelling.” Mommy had to extol the virtues of her flat which is so convenient to clean, easy to lock up when the travelling bug bites, and near but not-that-near to her workplace.

Ever since Mommy and Daddy received confirmation that you’re on the way, Mommy had been slowly packing up her books and storing her clothes and shoes to make room for you while your own nursery is still being prepared.

Mommy today officially closed a chapter in her life. Paintings, which she's picked up from her travels, had to be put down as she is afraid that they might accidentally fall on you. She’s got you closets for your stuff.  She’s made space in her shelves for your books.


Three weeks to go buddy!  Mommy and Daddy are counting the days of your arrival!

Thursday, June 21, 2012

sunshine

Sometimes Mommy feels you get uncomfortable inside her tummy (like when you’re caught up in traffic for a long time or when Mommy gets a bit stressed at work).  What Mommy does is to rub her tummy and sing to you. And you settle down, little one.  You must like Mommy’s singing J
Aside from her own make-up songs about you, little pebble, this is the song Mommy usually sings to you.
You are My Sunshine
You are my sunshine
My only sunshine
You make me happy
When skies are grey
You'll never know dear
How much I love you
So please don't take
My sunshine
Away

The other night dear
As I lay sleeping
I dreamed I held you in my arms
When I awoke dear
I was mistaken
And I held
My head
And cried.


Mommy used to sing that song a lot to Daddy before you came along, so Mommy has to give Daddy a new sunshine song now.
You Are the Sunshine of My Life
You are the sunshine of my life
That's why I'll always be around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart

I feel like this is the beginning,
Though I've loved you for a million years,
And if I thought our love was ending,
I'd find myself drowning in my own tears

You are the sunshine of my life,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my heart

You must have known that I was lonely,
Because you came to my rescue,
And I know that this must be heaven,
How could so much love be inside of you?

You are the sunshine of my life, yeah,
That's why I'll always stay around,
You are the apple of my eye,
Forever you'll stay in my hear
t.

Tuesday, June 19, 2012

doctors

Little pebble you are now 25 weeks! The book, “Pregnancy From Preconception to Birth” says that you now weigh 23.5 ounces and you are about 13.5 inches long. There’s no air in your lungs yet, just amniotic fluid, but you’re making movements that look like breathing.  You’re getting some baby fat too! As this happens, your wrinkled skin will begin to smooth out. You’re also growing more hair.
Mommy has persistent carpal tunnel syndrome.   This means that she’s been feeling pain in her fingers, hands, and wrists for some time now.  The book “What To Expect When You’re Expecting” says that this condition is common in people who regularly perform tasks that require repetitive motions of the hand.  It is also common among pregnant women.  This is because the carpal tunnel in the wrist through which the nerve to the affected fingers runs, becomes swollen during pregnancy.  The resulting pressure causes numbness, tingling, or burning.
The book “Pregnancy From Preconception to Birth” gives the following advice to those experiencing carpal tunnel syndrome.
1.       Don’t sleep on your hands.
2.       Hang your hands over the edge of your bed at night
3.       Shake your hand until the pain or numbness reduces.
4.       Flex your wrists and fingers regularly throughout the day.
5.       Dip your hands in ice cold water/apply an ice pack.
6.       Massage from your hands and wrists upward.
7.       Avoid jobs that require repetitive hand movements.
8.       Eat a well-balanced diet to avoid excessive weight gain.
9.       Drink at least 8 glasses of water a day.
10.   Eat 5 portions of fruit, salad, and vegetables daily.
11.   Have a small amount of protein every meal.
12.   Get wrist splits from the pharmacy.
Mommy has tried everything except the wrist splits as these will be difficult to manage when she’s at work.  Her doctor said that the pain will go away once you come out from Mommy’s tummy.  In the meantime, we just need to go slowly little one as sudden motions of Mommy’s hands make her wince in pain.
Maybe when you grow up little pebble, you can become a doctor and come up with a remedy to treat those who have the same problems as Mommy.  Can you imagine how many people you will be able to help out if you can come up with a fool proof remedy for carpal tunnel syndrome without undergoing surgery?
I am reminded of a doctor who would be celebrating his 151st birthday today if he were still alive (He died a long time ago, little one. He was shot on 30 December 1896 when he was just 35 years old). His name is Dr. Jose P. Rizal. He is the Philippines’ national hero.  Rizal was a very smart boy.  He learned to read quite early and grew up speaking and writing in 22 languages! He painted, sculpted, was great in sports, and wrote poems and books.

What is outstanding about Rizal is that he did not keep his knowledge and learning to himself. During his time, the Philippines was under Spanish colonial rule and the Filipinos experienced great hardships. Rizal, through his writings, encouraged the Filipinos to free themselves from the Spaniards. He proposed reforms without violence.
When Rizal was caught by the Spanish and exiled in Dapitan (this is a remote area in the Philippines), instead of pitying himself, he spearheaded reforms in the village by helping little boys to read and write. He also acted as village doctor and healed people and taught them how to take care of themselves better so they stay healthy and strong.
But you know what’s very special about Rizal little one? It is said that he became a doctor because he wanted to help his own mommy. She was having problems with her eyes and she couldn’t see clearly anymore.  Imagine, he could have become a lawyer, an engineer, or a world famous painter.  But he chose to become a doctor and in this way was able to help not only his mommy but also a whole lot of other people.
Filipinos all look up to this man. Every town, municipality, and city in the Philippines has a monument honoring Rizal.

Friday, June 15, 2012

saturdays

Since you’ve started moving in Mommy’s tummy, she’s been wondering if you can distinguish the days in the week.  For some reason you don’t kick on Mondays and only poke sluggishly throughout the week. But when Saturday comes, oh my, Mommy feels like you’re playing soccer in her tummy. You’re even up as early as 5.30 a.m.!
Mommy gives you a special treat on weekends. She has observed that you love pasta with the sauce Daddy makes.  So she makes it a point now to cook pasta for you every weekend. After Mommy finishes a plate of pasta (usually with a glass of grape or apple juice), you get really quite excited. Daddy says you’re burning off all those carbs by kicking around.
When Daddy comes to Manila, he always makes a lot of pasta sauce and stores these in the freezer.  The sauce is now gone (you eat a lot these days little pebble!) and Mommy has to make you some until Daddy comes back to make a new batch.
So via skype, Daddy has to teach Mommy how to do his special sauce so you can still have your weekend treat.
1.       Prepare the ingredients:
a.      Onion
b.      Garlic
c.       Olive Oil
d.      Tomato sauce (about 250 grams)
e.      200 grams minced pork
f.       3 pieces chicken wings
g.      6 pieces of beef  (smaller than matchbox size)
h.      Pepper
i.       Basil
j.       Olives

2.       Chop up the onions and garlic and brown these in olive oil.
3.       Lightly fry the minced pork, chicken wings, and beef together with the onions and garlic
4.       Pour the tomato sauce over the meat.
5.       Slow cook for at least 2 hours until the meat fall apart.
6.       Add water occasionally
7.       At the end, season with pepper, basil, and olives

Mommy has to make a confession (A confession is when you admit something which you should or should not have done but it bothers your conscience so much that you’ve got to tell your deed. For example, Mommy told you that you can only watch Disney on weekends but you watched a really scary movie that you start having bad dreams at night. You’ll have to confess this to Mommy and Daddy so they can tell you that those scary things you saw are not real and won’t get you when the lights are turned off.)
Going back to the confession.  Mommy has difficulty slow cooking the sauce for 2 hours. It causes so much splatter in the kitchen.  She also doesn’t have the patience watching over the stove for 2 hours. She also easily gets distracted. She goes off to read the papers, write, clean the house, or do some work from the office and forgets that something is simmering in the kitchen. This is why Daddy is the Master Chef in the house. He is patient and watches over whatever he’s cooking with much love and care.
So Mommy was quite relieved that even if she simmered the sauce for only an hour, it was passable for you little one.  How does Mommy know this? After she finished a plate of pasta, you started kicking happily around!

But am sure you can’t wait until Daddy comes back to Manila to make the real thing.
POSTSCRIPT: Daddy dreamt about you last night. He said you were between 3 to 6 months old and he was feeding you (see, even in his dreams he makes sure you’re eating right). You looked so cute and pure. And you had shiny black hair.

Thursday, June 14, 2012

thursdays

You are now 24 weeks or 6 months little pebble!  The book, “What To Expect When You’re Expecting” says that you are about 13 inches long and weigh about 1 ¾ pounds. Your skin is thin and shiny, with no underlying fat.  Your finger and toe prints are visible.  Your eyelids now begin to part and your eyes open. 
This is how you look to Mommy and Daddy:
Since you’ve started moving in Mommy’s tummy, Mommy has observed that you’re always so quiet on Thursdays.  You see, Mommy sits in Board meetings every Thursday and she wonders whether you can hear all the economists, lawyers, and finance people talking in the Board room.  It’s interesting listening to their discussions of world issues and how these impact on the Philippines, how the Philippine financial system can be better managed, and how the economy can be improved.  At the end of the day, these 7 members of the Board decide on things that we all hope will make the Philippines a little better for each and every Filipino (that includes you now, little pebble).  This is what Mommy loves about her job. Despite the long hours and the tight deadlines, she feels that she’s making her own contribution, no matter how miniscule, at making the Philippines a better place to live in.
But this Thursday, dear one, Mommy felt you shyly poking during points in the Board meeting.  Did you get worried as well with how Greece and Spain are doing? Can you make sense now of these economic calculations?
Mommy is quite convinced that you can hear so much better. Last night, after Mommy and Daddy talked about getting you a crib, you suddenly started kicking actively. Mommy asked you if you’d like to listen to her read you a book. Then you kicked! Mommy was so pleased. She started reading to you your first book, The Little Prince. This is one of Mommy’s favourite books.  It is about a little boy who lives on an asteroid (an asteroid is like a little planet) and who somehow managed to get himself to earth.  After the first chapter, Mommy asked whether you liked the book she was reading to you. And you kicked again! Mommy read you two more chapters and I think you fell asleep.
Dear one, Mommy can’t wait to read to you all these books of adventures! You’ll hear tales of gallant knights, of brave princes, of spies and mystery solvers, of boys climbing beanstalks, of young men flying on carpets or sailing across stormy seas, of pirates, dinosaurs, and space men! On some nights we will read about smart people and some of their cool inventions and discoveries. Oh such stories little pebble.
But Mommy will need to contain herself. You’ve got to play ball with Daddy too.

POSTSCRIPT: Economists are strange people. If you ask them a question, they will give you at least two answers. They’ll say, “On the one hand it is possible that ….. but on the other hand, it can also happen that…….”. This way of answering makes Mommy worry a little bit about you, little pebble. Since Mommy thinks that you can hear the conversations now in the Boardroom, you may absorb this way of thinking into your system.  Mommy is afraid that the day will come when she’ll say, “Now child, why do you think that Mommy and Daddy won’t allow you to watch TV on school nights?” Then you may say, “On the one hand, I think that you have a very good point in not allowing me to watch TV so I can concentrate on doing my homework and do well in class and develop self-discipline in the process. On the other hand, it is also possible that you do not understand that I can really multi-task and that I need to keep pace with world events and what’s happening to society at large.”

Wednesday, June 6, 2012

be cool

You are now 23 weeks.  The book “Pregnancy From Preconception to Birth” says that your hearing is now well established and that you’re getting used to all kinds of sounds.  You can make out a distorted version of Mommy’s voice, the beating of her heart, and her stomach rumblings. You now weigh a little more than one pound and measure about 11.5 inches.

Mommy took you to her doctor two days ago to check how you are.  The doctor gave both you and Mommy the thumbs up. You are growing fine, our little man, and we’re expecting you somewhere between the 12th and 17th of September.  Daddy will be flying to Manila around the 10th of September so that he will be the first person you’ll see when you come into this world.

Now that you can hear Mommy’s voice, she has to be extra careful with what she says.  Take for example early this week. Mommy’s parking slot at home has been transferred without giving her notice.  Apparently, they needed to fix something around the area where Mommy’s parking slot is located.

Little pebble, if this happened before you came along, Mommy would have barged into the building administrator’s office and given him a long lecture, so long that he’d feel he was walking the entire length of the Great Wall of China.  Since you are in Mommy’s tummy however, she has to show you that she is a civilized citizen of the universe. 

So what she did tonight, was to tell the guard assigned to the parking area that he convey to the building administrator that he was an incompetent person because (1) he didn’t observe procedural due process when he shifted Mommy’s parking slot; (2) Mommy has manifested that the temporary slot assigned to her was difficult to manoeuvre given her present condition and that her request was just ignored; and (3) the length of time to repair the area is unreasonable (she wanted to asked if they’re putting up a skyway in the middle of the parking area but she refrained from doing so).

Daddy is quite proud of Mommy.  He knows that Mommy has about 50 other words for “incompetent” (some of these downright nasty) but that she did not use them, in deference to you.

So you see little one, you and Daddy are teaching Mommy a lesson or two on how to be cool; how not to sweat the small stuff, and above all, to choose to be kind rather than right.


PS: “Procedural due process” is a mouthful of words so Mommy has to explain this to you. It means little pebble that a person has to be given an opportunity to explain and defend himself before the appropriate action can be taken against him.  For example, Mommy comes home one day and all the walls have your crayon art works on them.  Mommy can’t say, “Young man, no play time tonight.” She’s got to say, “Young man, explain why there are crayon art works on the wall when you’re supposed to do them on your notebook.”  Then little pebble, you’ve got to give a good explanation why. A really very good explanation.