Saturday, December 22, 2012

Random Nothings...

Just a thought, both my blog and my twitter account should have come with a warning label that says: "Read at your own risk" or "your head might explode, beware", stuff like that. But sometimes, I want it more specific like "Can you read between the lines?" or "You should get this by now.".

People nowadays are reading things too literally that sometimes, they tend to give what they read different meanings. I don't know if that is really how they read it, or they want it interpreted that way or they are way too guilty they wanna alter the universe..

My last non-parenting post caused quite a stir, which was exactly what I've thought the people concerned would react. Although I didn't expect it to be soooooooo over-rated. Gosh! Like I always say, I take full responsibility of what I wrote, but not of your interpretations. That is your mind making up your own conclusions. 

Well, in my opinion, a write up which causes stir, serves its purpose well. Now I know how irrational some people are... Oh, well, like that would stop me from writing anymore?

Sorry, reading might not be your forte. And for that, I pity you. 

A Wedding To Remember

What : Heno andYas's Mafia Themed Wedding
When: September 7, 2012
Where: Ortigas Center, Pasig City


I don't always get to attend intimate events like this. I do get a few invites every now then but my working schedule does not permit me to (yeah, I know, my work schedule sucks. Like it has never been for the past 5 years???). Well, anyway, this time, since it's my colleague and team mate who is getting married, the wedding was scheduled on a day that was most convenient to all of us.

The bride, the Godfather and the Groom


Meet the bride, Yas and the groom--my friend and team mate, Heno (and the Ninong-Daddy Fred sandwiched). We've been working together for 4 years, if my memory serves me right. For the entire time we spend our working days, he never fail to mention his then-girlfriend. Yas and I met on a few occasions but we've never really known each other that long. But what's amazing about her is that she has this very friendly aura on her that even if she does not talk that much, I get to know her. It wasn't a hard job to be fond of her and I do not wonder how Heno managed to make their relationship work for 13 years before finally deciding to settle down. They are my ultimate example of growing up and loving each other more. It's best to be in a relationship where you can share things together, do activities you like together, act like bestfriends, argue like brother and sister and fight like husband and wife. :)

On their big day, my friends and I decided to go to the event after my shift (5pm) and just skip the wedding ceremony. But, I had an emergency meeting an hour before logging out which caused me 30mins delay on prepping. And because it was a Friday night, hailing a cab and going to the reception venue is a very challenging task. Late and all, we still made it!

The rest of our guy friends opted not to join this photo--booooo! just kidding :D

Congratulations Yas and Heno! Get working on giving Tri a playmate, already! :) hehehehehe 

with the groom--Heno


To bride and groom: A successful marriage requires falling in love many times, always with the same person.  ~Mignon McLaughlin






Saturday, November 24, 2012

Puppy Love :)

     

     November is already nearing its end! Time indeed flies by. And just a week and few days from now, December is gonna start. My, oh, my! Where have you been 2012?

     Well, anyway, one little boy I know is a lot more excited than usual. He'd been jumping up and down and giving me all these encouraging looks. *winking of the eyes* *eyebrows moving* *wide smile* *flaring nostrils*.

     Alright, Tri wants a pet--particulary, a dog for Christmas. 

     It all started with one episode of the Dog Whisperer with Cesar Millan on Nat Geo. 

*image taken via Google search

     I was hesitant. Hubby had been bugging me about that a couple of years ago. He told me he'd want a dog as a pet for us. I told him we can't because both him and Tri suffer from asthma and I'm not sure if having one at home would worsen their case. I also grew up in a house with only the lizard on the ceiling as our pet. 

      Kidding. 

    The house where we live in today are not so pet friendly either. Well, there are two dogs both are chained, one even inside a big cage. There's also a black cat, which was also tied (weird, I know). Then there are chickens and birds... but they are not really... how should I put it--well, I think they are neglected. The canine friends kind of smell sometimes. I do not know if they're even given baths. I know that they are being taken out every morning for their "poo-poo" time and that's it. Not sure if they are even walked for exercise. I'm not really sure, I just know that this place is not that kind of place to grow a lovely being. 

     Hubby even suggested Tri to get a goldfish instead, since he had so much fun feeding the Kois on one of our trips. 

Large kois from Isdaan (Gerona, Tarlac)


     Tri argued: "I can't hug fish".

     Point made--well made.

    We are currently looking into it. Hubby and I are still studying our pro's and cons. We are also looking into particular breeds that we can get that's not too active--if you know what I mean. Tri and I are already agreeing on a type of bulldog. But hubby is already checking the PAWS facebook page for possible adoption. I'm Googling my brains out...

     Suddenly, the child me in me is starting to feel the Christmas fever! 

     It's official. I am already in love with the french bulldog. Oh so cute puppy! Love, puppy! 

*Image c/o Wikipedia


     Yup! I want one for Christmas! :) 


Saturday, November 17, 2012

Best Buddies!

    
      As a mom, to see my child happily sharing his time with another kid, is one precious moment. It keeps my mood light and makes my smile a little wider than usual. I value my son's ability to socialize. I think it is one of the traits he never got from me. It's his dad's. It never become difficult for him to get along well with people--with different age and gender. 

     The closest to him is hubby's 3-year old cousin, Jeeven (which makes him Tri's uncle). They had been playmates ever since they could crawl and walk--if you know what I mean. 

     Sadly, some time in June, they moved further south of the country to stay for good. Tri never said he didn't want Jeeven to move, but he would often ask "Sa'an Jeeven punta?" (Where is he going?) which we would answer "Going home" and to which he would reply "Home dito e..." (But this is his home...) with a little bit of frustration on his tone. He never understand our explanation. Or maybe he just don't wanna agree with it. I know, I have a stubborn and strong willed kid!

     Anyway, the day of their flight, Tri, together with his Dad and the rest of their cousins drove Jeeven and his family (sister Athena and Mom) to the airport. And before leaving, they headed to what seems to be the boys' last meal together. (ok, that's an exaggeration).


They both love chicken from McDo!

Fighting for everybody's attention

Best buddies :) 


     Looking at them made me reminisce. 


    I was once the half of a duo. The other one is a girl named Carmel. We've known each other since kindergarten and have always been in the same class (except Grade 2) until senior high school. We've always been together until we reached college and decided to take our own paths. I went to a state university and she enrolled on a private school. She got a boyfriend, flew to US, we lost contact and that's it. And now, we are almost strangers to ourselves. The last time I remembered we talked was the year of 2008, months before I gave birth to Tri. She was supposed to be my son's second mom. I don't know what went wrong along the way... Well, there was one incident which we had forgiven ourselves. But after that reconciliation, we're back to being...strangers. Suddenly, there was no effort whatsoever from either of our ends to maybe meet up or just talk on the phone. We chatted a while on friendster, but my last reply, she didn't answer. 

     I don't know. Maybe, we're just not the same teenagers who can act silly again. To be honest, I miss her so much. It wasn't easy letting go of the habits I have acquired over the past decade with her--more was it not easy to let go of those fun memories we've shared. Pretty disappointing to just waste a great friendship like the one we had. But, I have come to respect our unspoken decision to keep our distance. We are now living different lives. This is not like high school that we need each other's help to catch up with teenage life crises. We need to be apart to learn how to survive in this jungle. We need to learn how to swim in the vast ocean of problems. But I know that one day, we'll end up on the same island, drenched with experience and tired of other people's BS. One day, we'll both have the courage to start another conversation then maybe finally decide to continue where we left off.

      It could happen.

      It will happen.


Update: After I wrote this, I decided to take the risk and looked for Carmel on twitter and found her! We are now on speaking terms, catching up and promised to see each other real soon. As I tried to end this post the last time, "It could happen, it will happen, it is now happening." Looking forward to lots of bonding! :) TYL!

Saturday, November 10, 2012

It Occurred To Me...



When I thought of a friend, I always see someone laughing his/her lungs out with me and my sarcastic comments. I see a person who would punch me in the gut and smile. I always see the same kind of person who listens to my craziness, gives his/her honest opinion and calls me crazy and stupid right in my face. 

Anyone who knows me would agree that I may be just describing another me. They may be right about that. But then again, they may be wrong. 

Aristotle once said, "What is a friend? A single soul dwelling in two bodies."

During the course of 2012, I've become much aware of where my other selves are. I found out, I have a few. Only a few. That disappointed me a little. Because I once welcomed the thought of seeing more than a dozen me. I questioned myself, where are the others? What happened? 

Flash back March 2012, in a heated argument between my husband and his mom, I vented out on my private twitter account which one of my SILs is a follower. My tweet was addressed to no one in particular and is more of a b!tch fit than anything else. She reacted. I reacted. She took my words real bad. I did not stop. She unfollowed. The hell I care, I wasn't even following her in the first place. I changed my profile settings to public. Go stalk!

Anyway, in the middle of my b!tching, one of these bodies where I thought my soul once landed, dodged the bullets, perhaps convinced the others that I have gone overboard and that I am a total nut, stopped communicating and all that. At first, I felt bad for myself. I asked why do I have to lose a part of me due to my uncontrolled mouth? I questioned my negativity and forced myself to positive vibes.

It didn't feel quite right though. 

A month went by and I thought it was back to normal. 

Then came April 2012. There was an event. A beautiful milestone of a couple. I was there to witness it. I was so happy, I started babbling non-sense. I do that when I wanna hide my happiness and excitement. Out of nowhere, I said something that caused a tick to the same body who dodged the bullet a month back, got pissed, commented over the table, fired back, I made another silly joke, rolled her eyes. 

I collected myself and said "That's it. That's not me. I do not belong in this kind of crowd."

That time, I could only count 2 me's. I was kind of brokenhearted in a way, because I have expected these people to understand what I was saying and read between the lines of my script. Apparently, they aren't that type. They are the type who'd rather have ME listen to their own lines and NOT to oppose it or do my ad libs. That is not my kind of show. 

A couple of silent months after, I regained my strength and felt another body with my soul still intact. I let her hear me, she listened, made fun of my assessments, laughed, called me crazy and expressed her own sentiments. Luckily, we are on the same page and even commented "Gosh that took you how long to figure that out?" I noticed I am irritated with the same language I'm fluent in--sarcasm. Kidding aside, I realized it's better this way. Two more different versions of you is good enough kick in the ass. Although I wasn't sure if they feel the same. But I am positive. Part of my soul drifted on their bodies and opted to stay. I can feel the connection. 

Writing this, I realized, there are other bodies who might throw spears at me. Yes, parts of me drifted a long time ago, I'd almost forgotten them. I got too excited of exploring other minds that I've almost omitted them. I'm glad that shook me. Otherwise, I may still be fooling myself of these bodies that never really wanna have my soul with them. I'm glad I was awakened. And I'm glad to know I may not have a dozen or two friends, at least I have few true ones who I can be the real me. 


Saturday, November 3, 2012

My Thoughts On Early Schooling



        This year, hubby and I are overwhelmed with joy to see Tri's progress as a child. He turned 4 last May and had him enrolled at a Day Care center came June. I was scared at first. I mean, he just turned 4. Isn't he a little "less equipped" than the others. 




No.


Don't get me wrong. I am not underestimating my son's intelligence, I just do not want him mixed with kids that are out of his league. I was hesitant to do it because I made a promise to myself he'll start school at age 5 and by then I am already a SAHM. I was hesitant because I am not sure if Tri would like the thought of him having to wake up early every morning to go to class. But hubby was determined. Weeks before the school started, hubby brought our boy to the day care facility and had him evaluated to see if he could fit in. 









Boy--was he not only fitting in. He was excelling! 



     The first day of school was the toughest for me. Good thing, I was on my day off at the time and I got the chance to be with him during his first day as a student. It was nice to watch him interact with other kids. It was funny because he is still not yet well versed in Filipino that time but he was coping with the lessons. It was amazing to see your own little child raise his hands or volunteer to write something on the board or yell the correct answer to the teacher's question--it was priceless! And even better that we get to hear the teacher's feedback or other parent's feedback about him. He was always praised. His teacher loves him and the other parents think he's an awesome kid way advanced for his age. The only time we thought it was a bad decision was when my hubby overheard some of the mothers talking about "an English-speaking boy in class with an overly protected mother" who this one mother nudged and that she never bothered to say sorry. Sort of a fake story to boast about. My husband thought that those mothers are talking about me, even though I have verified the story and informed him that I never crossed paths with those women, he felt obliged and switched Tri to another class--an afternoon class--which I thought was a smarter move. It was even better. 

    

    Everyday, my son would go home with the biggest smile on his face and a bag of freshly made popcorn or siomai in a cup. He'll run to the door and scream "Mommy! Very good me!" and will show his arm with a stamp that shows a star or the words "Very Good" or "Good". He is even talking more Filipino but still understand English when spoke to. He is learning his basic math on his own and he's developing his social skills more.

     It is a heavenly feeling! You don't always get to have that "proud mommy" moments at this age, but Tri makes sure not to fail me. 

     I still could not say if Tri can keep up with his school boy-over achiever-spirit as early as this, but I am always crossing my fingers. So far so good, so maybe we'll continue whatever it is that we are doing to motivate him and hopefully, this would bring something good by the end of school year. It could be a tough journey for all of us but I trust my son's ability that he could do it! Aja Tri! Keep it up! Mommy and Daddy are so proud of you :) 

Tri's 4th Birthday @ QC Memorial Circle

  
       Hi everyone! I'm gonna try to be back at this pace. I have neglected blogging as much as I neglect having my foot scrubbed in a spa. Jeeeez!

     This post is waaaaaaaaaaaay overdue, but I still wanna share this special occasion we had last May 2012--Tri's birthday!

     Remember when I mentioned I really am not a festive person? Well, yeah. I still am not. So, I had to go to my trusted lifelines a.k.a Tri's godmothers to get ideas. His past three birthdays are all indoors. Malling, eating out, party at home were the usual setup. I got tired of that. They're not as fun as I thought it was for my kid. And besides, I want my son to experience a meaningful childhood.

     Then BAAAAM!

     Ideas are racing, brainstorming, researching, googling... voila!



     We are for the outdoor fun! 

     My gang consists of my brood (hubby, my borther, and Tri), my trusty lifelines (Alecx and Mela), my work buddy (Chad) and his 5-year old nephew (Dan-dan). 

     See how few people we only asked to come with us? I'll tell that on another post. It's a different story.

     Anyway...

     Planning is always a big challenge for me. Not that it is physically hard to do, but I am quite an annoying planner. I've always want it perfect, even just on papers. But you see, the best moments in our life are not always well thought, right? 

     The first idea was to bring the little boy to the La Mesa Eco Park located on the far end of Quezon City. But it would be a hassle for most of us since we are just simple people who likes commuting via public transportation. 

     So we decided on a much affordable, hassle-free route and brought Tri to the Quezon City Circle. 

     Quezon City Circle (Quezon Memorial Circle) is a national park located on the very heart of Philippines' former capital. It is known to be a place for health buffs, family picnics, school tour stop overs and children's playground. It is a way to escape from the overly polluted city inside the city (confusing huh?) 

     Well, anyway, there is no itinerary for the said date. Just have fun all day, eat with friends, chat and play! Everything a kid and kid at heart could ask for. 






     My friends are generous enough to chip in for the food (okay, I might have hinted about that on them). Mela and Alecx ordered a big bilao of pancit malabon with all the crazy toppings, Chad cooked the always present on all occasions lumpiang shanghai and we brought the cake and drinks. Very simple, yet very fulfilling. 

     After eating, we headed to the park that is much child-friendly and settled on one of the benches. I was happy the sun cooperated that day and the rain decided not to bother this b!tchy mom inside me. :) 

      Tri had a good time and was all over the place! 

Run, Tri, run!

With Dan-dan and his Uncle Jao.







"I wanna go there" - face



What's his favorite part?

BIKING!!!!

     At about 4 or 5pm, we called it a day and promised to do the outing again. Soon. We all had fun. It was exhausting. It was energy consuming. We had a good laugh. We bonded. Tri felt very special and most of all,  my extended family a.k.a friends never let us down, at any task, big or small, they are always supportive. I love these guys because they love my family!

From the top: Alecx, me, hubby and Tri.
Bottom: Mela, Chad, Dan-dan and Jao


Did I say we had fun?




Yes, we did!

Inside the cab, I thought Tri was saying his prayers :)

Nah...He was just soooo tired!


Note: Most of the pictures are c/o Chad. Those that look less professional are from our trusty Sony Cybershot camera. 



Saturday, June 9, 2012

MIA

I've been MIA for quite a while. I don't know, I'm just not into writing lately. Well, I've been pretty hooked up with Twitter :D Okay, that was the truth. The only blogging I can do for every 30-minute break at work, is tweeting. As soon as I hit home, I spend few hours just talking with hubby or Tri. They like conversations and I try to avoid going online--which I thought was good specially in this century where everything runs electronically. 

Well, anyway, Tri and I are working into expanding our mini library. Hubby had a hanging cabinet installed for us. It was only half done. We will be working on the paint afterwards, maybe in a couple of months. 

This is Tri's collection:


Yup. He still is a big Cars fan. He's got a variety of materials, though. I have spent hours digging children's books on a second-hand store called Booksale. It was one of my faves since my college days. Tri doesn't mind reading from a hand-me-down book. 

He's got a list of favorites also. He laughed a lot hearing Humpty Dumpty. He recites it with action! :) He likes Five Little Monkeys and thought the doctor was really funny! He enjoys helping Maisy find her panda!

I, on the other hand, have managed to revive my old flame on books. My good collection of paperbacks and hardbounds were all left at home back in the province. I do not know if I would ever have the chance to retrieve it. So, I started collecting again. 

I have so far read a handful of John Grisham novels and a couple of ALIAS, but I stuck with my love for law and court brawls and everything intriguing in the judicial system. I have in our mini library the The Rainmaker, The Pelican Brief, The Firm, A Time To Kill, The Testament, and The Runaway Jury (which I am currently reading). Hubby does not have any problem with my spending on books as long as it wouldn't cost me my own lunch worth of $$$. I told him not to worry. I don't buy new books, anyway. I am a fan of bargains! :)

So, there. The reason why I am MIA was my addiction to twitter and John Grisham. 

Addictions...

Thursday, February 23, 2012

Anniv and V-Day Treat

     Hubby and I are such suckers when it comes to celebration. I admit it, I am not a romantic type of girl. I don't do cheesy notes or prepare candle lit dinner. I don't plan out of town trips, I don't dress up in formals.

     I don't do that. Hubby doesn't either. It's no secret I never receive any flowers from him for the past years we've been together. He's not that type of man. He buys me chocolates--yes, but for him to eat later on. (hahaha!) Well, I don't really mind--at least now. 

     Since we have Tri, we tried to be aware of events that needs to be remembered like Christmas, New year, birthdays, graduation, "first official"'s and just recently Valentines day and our 5th Year anniversary.

     The night of our anniversary, my budget ran a little low. So instead of me buying a sweet treat, I went home empty handed. Hubby on the other hand, tried making his very first Chicken Adobo. And I am telling you, it was a to die for!


Excuse the poor lighting of the picture. :p



Hubby knows only 2 dishes to cook--Pork sinigang and adobo. He never worked on anything chicken (well, aside from fried). He's not comfortable with it. He said he worries about it being stench-y. But this one, he nailed it! :) If only it wasn't dinner time, I would have consumed more than I should for one meal :D








My turn came on the night of Valentines. I am no sweet-tooth so I decided to make a sandwich for hubby--Grilled Ham and Cheese Sandwich! Talk about Man VS Food episode here! 

You can't say no to this!


     My oh my! I never knew ham sandwich would taste this great! And the cheese melted right inside the bread, forming a little blanket of goodness on the ham! This will definitely be added on my family recipe. Tri wasn't able to taste it since he was already asleep when I made this one. He'd always like  the plain old grilled cheese sandwich, so I guess this one's not gonna be new to him. I haven't recreated this masterpiece yet. But I'll make sure to make some when I got the time to do so.



On added note: I did receive a chocolate this time taped on my locker just like high school days! My workmates said I have an admirer! hahahaha :D



     It was from my dear friend Myra who never fails to give a little token of appreciation to anyone dear to her. Such a sweetie :) Tri devoured the KitKat the next morning. It was gone in like 10 seconds or less.

     All in all, the two occasions went great. We may not celebrate it traditionally, at least we had a nice time at the dining table. I think what's important is not the way it was observed, but the way it will be remembered.

   Thank you hubby for making our time of togetherness worthy. And thank you Myra for always making me feel special.



Signing out with lots of love,
Thirdysmom

Thursday, February 16, 2012

What A Miss!

My family loves food and I love making them. Cooking ideas are like breathing. It comes naturally. However, not all of my ideas make it as a hit. Most are a miss. 

Do you know David Rocco from TLC? If not, check him out here. I like him. He cooks the most delicious looking Italian dishes made out of simple ingredients. One of his recipes that I've seen on his show is a pasta dish which uses eggplant.

Pasta alla norma by David Rocco


I wanted to recreate it since hubby and Tri are both fans of pasta. So, a couple of weeks ago, I bought the ingredients from the grocery and went straight home after work to start cooking. 

This was my version:

From this:


 
 To this:


I know there are a lot of differences from the original, but the worst mistake I did? I did not fry the eggplants prior to adding it on the pasta sauce. Check Mr. Rocco's steps here. I never knew it would make a big difference! The eggplant came out too chewy and has an earthy after taste. Tri didn't mind, but me and hubby noticed that right away. It was disappointing. But I had no choice. It was my fault, I still ate it and had a portion packed for work the next day. 

I'm never gonna do that recipe of mine! EVER. AGAIN.

But for every recipe that missed my family's standards, there is always something to celebrate about. 

My own version of mango float: mango puree and graham sans the cream

It was simple but was a hit to everyone! 

I'm just so glad mangoes are in season. :) No more Italian something for me today. I'll try going more for comfort food. 

See you next food trip!



Saturday, February 11, 2012

Letter to My Hubby

 Dear Dad,

Tomorrow, February 12, 2012, is our 5th year anniversary. I never thought we could reach this, but we did and that made me glad. Although I know that there are a lot to face. I know I wasn't the best that you could ask for but I thank Him you never give up on me. I don't know how else I could make it up to you. I know that I owe you a lot and the words "thank you" are not enough. 

I've seen you grow up from the troublesome you to an amazing father to Tri. I couldn't ask for more (except for clean sink and bathroom, please--and yeah, I really wanna get our OWN house, if that is not too much to ask). 

Well, anyway, I couldn't come up with a really nice surprise so let me just share how I tried to enhance my love month mood by playing nice songs over and over and over again. 

These are the songs that truly reminds me of us, when we started, when we used to fight and when we have a good time. 


I will forever love you. Happy 5th year anniversary.

Love,

Mommy

Our first official photo :) and you never fail to remind me of a clown! :D

Thursday, February 9, 2012

Diaper No More


Hi all! I enjoy telling story last time, so Jumbo is back on mom's blog.

Me wanna share something to you, guys. Come on! 

*image taken from Google search


Mom said I've been very good the past month. She said it was because I've been a totally diaper free boy! Coooooooool! See, I stopped using diaper for my wiwi (pee) when I turned 2 and I only ask to have one put on whenever I feel to eh-ehm (poop). And then, the other, other, other, other day before yesterday, I asked Daddy I wanna sit on his potty and ta-dah! I dropped a big stinky bomb. Daddy was so happy, he had Mom call from the office to tell her I pooped big--it was funny! They are so happy about my stinky poop. 
This is me before :) 


So, today, Mom was so happy to celebrate me doing my eh-ehm on the big potty. I was happy too, I made two trips today! 

It's my face saying "Mom, McQueen is a nice reward"


Happy diaper free day for me today! It's been a month so I guess Mom's saving a lot now she can get me more cars and books! Yey!

Well, that's all again for now. I'll let you know if we have another poop celebration coming :)



Done wearing diaper for life,
Tri a.k.a Jumbo


Note from Mom: This post was inspired by imafulltimemummy's post. Go check out her site! She's one the greatest! :)

Saturday, February 4, 2012

Wicked Thursday, Freaky Friday

*image taken from Google search
I don't know when it all started. 

Okay, I think I do know.

It started on the first day of December 2011, it was a Thursday, before my own birthday. With no particular reason, I had a difficult time going to sleep. I rolled, lay on my tummy, on my back, on my side. I sat. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. Hubby offered to massage my legs thinking it might just be one of those restless leg syndrome nights. He caressed my hair, massaged my scalp, and played with my earlobes. 

Nothing helped.

I was wide awake until who-knows-what-the-effing-time it was!

My head hurts real bad the next day--my birthday! Sleep deprivation turned me into an already grumpy woman to a grumpy, aggressive and foul-mouthed birthday girl. Believe me, when this a-#ole refused to give my payment to the jeepney driver, I offered a fair fist fight on the next jeep stop (well, of course, it didn't happen because the a-#ole was a chicken!).

The second time it happened was the night I got my haircut (January 2012). Again, I didn't know what caused me to feel restless. I did not remember eating anything. I did not have my usual dinner time coffee. I did not sleep that afternoon. In fact, I know that I was a bit tired past 6pm because I did my last minute cleaning of the bathroom and kitchen. I know that those activities should have caused me to be really tired come bed time. But I didn't. Again, I rolled, lay on my tummy, on my back, on my side. I sat. I closed my eyes and forced myself to relax. Hubby offered to massage my legs thinking it might just be one of those restless leg syndrome nights. He caressed my hair, massaged my scalp, and played with my earlobes.

Nothing helped.

Then just recently, last Thursday, the inevitable came. I don't know how and why it always fall on a Thursday. I don't know if it has something to do with me on a 2nd day off transitioning to my day of work--I don't know. The following day, I never showed any exhaustion. I did not even go to the zen area at the office to take a nap. I only had one cup of coffee. No palpitations. Nothing. Was I excited to come to work the following day? No. Was there something I was anxious about coming to work? No. Was it because I do not want to come to work? No. I know those were not the factors. 

I am now scared to face Thursdays. It is giving me goosebumps. I don't believe in superstitions, but hey--I've only had this problem when we moved here in the ancestral house. I never had trouble sleeping before. I am now considering going to the doctor and see if I'm already acquiring some insomnia whatever you call it. Is this some mental illness I badly need to be checked? I don't know. Is this due to stress? What am I stress about? Why am I clueless? 

Sheeeesh!

I'll just sleep it off. I hope it won't turn into a Restless Saturday because it'll definitely kill me :(

Friday, February 3, 2012

Happy February!

Tri and his Uncle Jeeven --adorable smiles :)

Because all we need is a very bright smile to help us get through the second month of 2012! Too many things to look forward to. Hope things will be better! :)

Monday, January 30, 2012

Tri's Everyday Activity...

December 2010
 
December 2010


January 2011

 
December 2011
 
Creating his own traffic jam :D

Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Dirty Cake

My mission this 2012 is to make sure that Tri and I would have extra quality time whenever possible. I've failed on that part miserably over the past three years--which upsets not only him, but more of myself. I promised him I'll be a better mom.

So, to start the year right (actually, the eve of New Year), Tri and I made a messy--but special home made dessert we called "The Dirty Cake". We call it like that because of its appearance.

This is a very simple sweet treat for kids that me and my half sister used to make on special occasions. It is well know as "refrigerated cake", with a much more sophisticated version "Crema De Fruta" which is baked.

Let me share you how we did it:

1) You'll need the following: Graham Crackers, All Purpose Cream, Condensed Milk and Fruit cocktail (fresh fruits are much better).

2) Get a tray or a microwavable container.

3) Place the graham crackers to start as a cake base. (Tip: You may dip the cracker on some milk to soften each bar before placing it on your tray.)

4) Layer about two to three spoons of all purpose cream (or as long as the entire area is covered).

5) Add condensed milk.

Optional: You can also add a layer of slightly grounded graham crackers or similar type of biscuit for texture and extra fun for kids!




6) Repeat steps 3-5 or until you have reached the desired height of your cake. (Me, until there is only 1 inch gap from the edge of the container).

7) Add your fruits. Be creative!



8) Sprinkle some of your graham crumbs on top of the fruits. (I used left over tea biscuits for this, like the one below:) then add another layer of cream and/or condensed milk

Tea Biscuit--Tita Em-ar's gift :)



9) Watch your kid enjoy!



10) Lastly, keep it refrigerated for 1-2 hours before serving.

This is a super fun activity. Do not be afraid to make a little mess around the kitchen or spill some of the cream on the table. It is part of the fun! Tri has been bugging me to make another one for him. Not only that he liked the not too sweet taste of it, but it's a perfect bonding idea.

But it was a bit messy after...really messy!

1 cool point for Mom, though :)