Congratulations our unico hija!

My only daughter reached another milestone...and as parents we can't help but feel proud of our collective accomplishment. She may not have graduated with honors but I know that her efforts as a transferee was a surprise to her teachers. While waiting for the program to start my thoughts brought me to the time I first learnt that I was pregnant with her. The whole 8 months (she's a preemie!) that I sang and talked to her, listened to very tranquil music while reading to her passages from the Bible. The time that I gave birth and heard her first cry. The time that I had to leave her in the nursery as she had to stay in the incubator whilst recuperating from sepsis. Her first smile...her first steps...her first words... the memory is still so vivid. (A mother can never forget those important events as they are eternally etched on her mind and her heart.)

From across the school gym I can see my husband busily taking pictures of our daughter (the fathers and mothers of the graduates are not seated together). I get a glimpse of our daughter in her grad gown, subtly made up and wearing my high heeled shoes. Am sure she felt a tad uncomfortable but it was not obvious as she walked the whole length of the red carpet with feigned ease.

Silently, I thank my Lord and pray that He continues to guide my daughter as He has guided me. For my daughter's next journey begins as soon as she shakes her mentor's hands and receives her diploma. To my sweet, funny, sometimes too emotional daughter your daddy and I say "Congratulations and good luck! Always bear in mind how much we love you and wish for you to succeed." And your dad says "stay away from boys!" :)

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Wordless Wednesdays

the son who never fails to help me with my chores

My Junior Blogger!

Am sharing with you a shot of my youngest son's first try at "very" short story writing :) He proudly showed me his masterpiece as soon as I arrived home from work. Now I can' t help but wonder will he be my next in line? :) Que sera sera...

Here's a shot of his short short story :)

Short short story Title: "Patay-patayan Gan (Gun) book"
English translation: "Killed by gun book"

Translation: "Friends fires, attack! dumarami na sila! Mamamatay kami. O pirates magkakampi kayo at may gun na kami"
English translation: "Friends fires! Attack! The enemies are increasing in numbers! We will die! Hey Pirates! Join us in this fight! We have guns!"

The author

Ok so I do understand that the title and the story itself seems a trifle violent :) I do forbid them to watch violent movies and play violent games but you know boys are boys and will always be boys...well in this age and time okay so not all the time (am blabbering again). Anyway, according to my youngest son, this story is about a place being attacked and being friends with pirates who would be able to help them fight off the attackers.

So my dear readers, how did you find his story? I hope you can rate it from 1-5 :) I need to tell him what people think about his short story and he is expecting me to give him a feedback haha (hmp! my son can be such a slavedriver sometimes...)

Enid Scissorhands

We've been here since October last year and it's about the same time when my kids have had their last hair cut. Hence, almost a week ago I decided to try my hands in haircutting. I wanted them to have longer sideburns so this is how they look now. My daughter's hair was longer and I just trimmed hers while she requested that she wanted to have bangs. Barbershops and parlors are quite expensive here reason why I just did the cutting myself.

Yoga Bear

2 weeks ago I brought my son to the doctor for follow-up checkup and as per his doctor's advise he needed a strong antibiotic to be given to him via injection on his buttocks. His first shot found him bawling and very much inconsolable. But before the nurse administered the shots he was so lively and even did a yoga inspired stance. Look and see... he seemed so brave! :)

Crossroads

My son has been sick on and off for the past 3 weeks, we've brought him to the doctor every time and  been told that his fever is due to his perennial cough and colds. I don't know if it is related, but last week we rushed him to the doctor due to an infection called balanitis. This kind of infection is common to the male gender and can happen at any age according to the Pedia who saw him. Plus the fact that he has colds and a bit of cough again. But wait...there's more... Now exactly a week from the time that we rushed him to the hospital, he has high grade fever and I don't have the heart to leave him with people I don't really know well enough while I go to work. Besides even if I reported for work, I know my mind will always be with my baby boy.

This brings me to a couple of decisions which literally tears me apart...first, should i leave my current job and find  work that does not require me to be physically present in the office? second, should we continue with the suspended procedure that my son needs? (under http://ofwifediary.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-remove-or-not-remove.html) we've parked that temporarily for some odd reason or another. 

The latter is something that needs to be done A.S.A.P. but leaving my job will be such a hard decision. Why? I don't want my company to think that Filipino women are that way and at the same time I would not want my children to feel that their mom is always at work at a time they need me most. Hence, I face this dilemma every single day...for the past 3 weeks. Back in the Philippines it was easier for me to leave my kids home even if they're sick as my kids have a nanny to take care of them in my absence. A nanny who takes care of them the way I do. I noticed that my son has always been sick since I started working and since I started leaving him at the day care. 

Aaaargh! Now I face my crossroads...should I or should I not?....with the Lord's help and the guidance of the Holy Spirit I pray for an answer...

Of rice cookers and Allen

I guess my children have my "funny bones"... earlier this evening while bathing my children with warm water, my son Alloy suddenly said "I feel warm already." My youngest son who always wants to have the last say, said "ako, cook" (normally this would be "cooked") but he meant it as "cook" literally. Then I suddenly realised that the reason why he said so is because he has our rice cooker in mind. Remember the "cook" and "warm" indicator? I almost peed on my pants from laughing so hard!