House to house

It is a little exhausting moving from one house to another this summer. But after Dad’s surgery and all the “senior moments” complications it entails, we are forever an extended family, and a package deal. We all go where one goes (except to work of course). The truth of the matter is, it is hard to let the folks be alone now as Dad can’t (and I don’t think we would let him ever, but let’s see) drive anymore. What if there was an emergency? What if one of them faints, has an attack, trips and breaks a rib or hip, whatever. Such a paranoid daughter now. But really, it has come to that, that we now take care of our parents. They are by no means helpless, but of course, I would like to give them the comfortable life they deserve.

Nearing the tweens

Oh my God! Isn’t there a slow down or pause button? I read somewhere that the “days are long but the years are short” when it comes to raising children. It couldn’t be more true as I look at my daughters, and it hits me hard usually when it’s their birthdays.

Hay Ate. What can I say? I will always say I love you over and over again until we are all blue in the face. You’ve grown from a small, makulit and temperamental kid to a young tween who has so many interests that it is getting hard to keep up. Continue honing your creativity and passion, and being a wonderful and caring Ate to Maxine. I think I am on the verge of stepping onto another developing stage in your life as you begin your eighth year in this world. While you still like toys, you now begin to get interested in the Net, not just the ones I give you permission for, but things brought about by your own curiosity. I now have to keep a closer eye on the things you watch and hear. I am getting a bit anxious to say the least, considering you are at an impressive age. You also love your crafts a lot. Even though they may get messy in the house, and we keep on badgering you, know that deep down, we are very proud of your “creations”. Keep it up baby girl, we will always support you in whatever you want to do, and help you find your niche in this world.

Word

Despite the minor nuisance in my life, someone will always, always love you and your craziness. I am normally uneasy about these kinds of activities, because I get stressed if things get too awkward, but it always ends up okay, and then I become thankful again. I’m sorry Lord God for the doubts and self-pity. Thank you for the constant reminder that You are by side and above me and all the things I constantly worry about.

Kamana Sanctuary

Over the weekend, the hubby joined our colleagues in our yearly teambuilding activity. This year, we had it in a resort-spa called Kamana Sanctuary. It is a cozy and secluded resort right on Subic Bay that is accessible only by private car so you can be sure that there will be no scalawags or unwanted personas around the area. As soon as we came in, especially inside the rooms, I regretted that we didn’t bring the kids (and the older folks too). I thought that it was perfect as the resort was not big that we could get lost, and the amenities are all within reach. But the rooms were huge and our family would fit right in, and the kids could burn off energy running around without us having to worry too much about it. They have a smallish pool and beach access, a playground, and volleyball and basketball area. And the food was awesome! We had to have a mad dash for the bacon in the morning, but worth it!

Moving and moving forward

We will now have two kids in school. You would often hear parents “Don’t grow up too fast!” or “Where did time go?” in relation to bringing up kids. One minute they’re tiny, the next they’re spreading their wings and flying away from their nest. I’ve had these moments every time Mischa tries on thing after thing. But now it is the bunso‘s turn. Come August, she’ll join the throngs of school children. Earlier this month, we had her assessed at Mischa’s old pre-school, and been found that she can start toddler class. It is safe to say that she aced the “entrance exam”.

Some might say she maybe too young since she’ll be two months shy of being 3 by the time class opens. As with Mischa, there is really no pressure about her academics. For both of them, I just want the opportunities to learn and explore. As early as now, I want to expose her to the world, no matter how little the world maybe to her at this time. For her to just go beyond the confines of our house, and not be limited to our circle, her toys, and the gadgets around. And mostly, I just wish for her to have an alternative venue to expend her energies creatively.

Cafe Creole

It is Mothers’ Day today but I had a flight to catch at noon so the family compromised on a quick brunch at the Newport Mall, which is right across the airport. Dad wasn’t able to come with us since we had some repairs going on back at the house so we just takeout food for him.

We opted for Cafe Creole from among the row of restaurants since we previously had cake and coffee there, and so wanted to try their breakfast fare. We had the fastest brunch ever, but I must say, one of the best I had. When I looked at their menu, I thought that most of their offerings were too expensive, but when the orders came in one by one, I was aghast at how big the servings were! The restaurant specializes in Creole or Southern Louisiana cuisine, which has French beginnings.

Caesar salad

Beef Tapa dirty rice (Mmmmm, beef sirloin and rice cooked in the same pan where the tapa was fried. Soooo good!)

Bourbon St. Hangover Breakfast (this is like the platter for those on death row. Eat like there’s no tomorrow! lol)

Bacon and Egg Omelet

Fresh grape juice

38th

I’m going through something but I will not sully my blog with the unpleasant details. I am just thanking the good Lord that I am alive, my family is healthy, we have food on the table, I have a respectable job that pays the bills, I was able to enroll my two kids for next school year, and so on and so forth for my immense blessings.

More importantly, I am 38 and kicking!