Our trip to hubby’s hometown was the farthest that Mischa has ever been to. The whole trip was fun, warm and full of family love. The grandparents were happy that we managed to celebrate the New Year with them. I know that my own parents were a bit sad with their unica hija very far from them as we ushered in the new year, but this is just the way it is. Mischa also needs to be with her other family.
My daughter, on the other hand, was just plain ecstatic being around her cousins, and running around the family compound. The fresh air and cool climate did her a lot of good. She absolutely loved it there! Her Yaya Vinvin, who is also from their town, came over, and took care of running after her while I cooked the New Year feast. I got really embarrassed everytime Mischa wouldn’t go to her Papa Old (grandpa) or her uncle. Although I know, of course, that she doesn’t take to males easily, I still cringe when I see her do her suplada thing. They might think I don’t teach her enough manners. But what can I do? It’s really her personality.
four of the ten grandchildren with my sister-in-law
Mischa giggling in delight as the brothers horse around
At the strike of midnight, we were all out watching the fireworks, which hubby was “operating”. The night air was cold, I tell you! Here are a couple of photos. We didn’t get to take much because Mischa was clinging to me, and hubby was doing the lighting ‘em up.
All in all, it was such a great way to welcome a new year. This is also my first time to celebrate with a big family when it was usually just me, my parents and brother. And for the life of me, my mom is just so freaked out by firecrackers, or even those harmless fountains. I know, it was a “sad” and “quiet” event for all of my 28 years at the family home. I only got to enjoy them fireworks when I began living with hubby. Teehee.
With Papa Old and Mama Old
Our simple feast
