My bunso is really the cheerful one in the family. Even if she is not feeling well, she almost always has a ready smile for anyone (of course she still has her share of bad days). Today, for example, she had a fitful sleep because of colds and a warm temperature. She still managed to send off her older sister happily. And the grannies told me she is as excited when Ate comes home from school.
We love you a lot, my little sunshine!
We finished the first week of Toddler class last week, and now halfway through the second. And I am still proud to say that we have yet to witness tears or tantrums in school. Hooray! At one time or another, all of her classmates have cried for their mommies/grandmas/nannies, and the latter have spent time inside the classroom to hold the toddlers’ hand or dry their tears. So far, this has never happened to our spiffy little girl. One boy even cried for one whole week! This has, however, prevented us from going inside the classroom ourselves so we haven’t witnessed any of her classes. One lola (who is now Mama’s kumare haha) reported to us (when her charge cried and she got to go inside) that Maxine is so participative in class. Hayayay, I wish I could see her, but I rest knowing that my baby is doing well. Last Friday, we also got her very first assessment from her teachers. Yay!
There are times when you don’t know whether to laugh and cry at the same time. Watching your two-year old start school is one of them. Our bunso entered the educational system much younger than her three-year old ate, and in so many ways, much more baby-er. She’s more into play than actual learning but that’s okay.
Some may judge us for apparently “pressuring” her to be in school so early. But…I just want to relaxed, learning environment for my baby, and who could argue with that. Better than being at home the whole day glued to the TV or gadgets if she gets tired with her toys, while we are at work and her sister is in school. What’s so bad about three hours in school with kids her age, and a licensed professional overseeing her? It’s not like she’s asked to produce top grades or anything like that.
Just a very proud moment for us. There were no tears, no separation anxiety. I was expecting a little tantrum or she would cling to me when I hand her over to teacher. It was crazy that I was sad that she was willing to let go. Haha.
My independent baby.
You would have been 50 today. We bought a cake and pancit to celebrate the good life you had. We have not forgotten you, and I don’t think we will. Despite the laughter, alam mo naman na masiyahin tayo naturally, kinukurot pa rin kami ng pagkawala mo. I still haven’t been able to blog about you, your life, and your premature departure from this lifetime. Hindi ko pa rin alam ang sasabihin ko, except, thank you for everything. For being a friend, a sister, a great colleague. I still haven’t gotten over the shock that God took you away from us and your family at a very young age. Tayo pa ang huling magkasama. Basta mag-ingat ka kung nasaan ka man. God speed…
We changed hairstyles! It is the first time that both of them are sporting bangs, and I must say I love it! Well, I am their mother, so they are the prettiest girls on Earth for me no matter how they look 🙂
Technically, we already finished the first week of school. Literally, though, since there is a typhoon and rains have been non-stop, classes have been suspended for three days now. So really, we were in school, what, 3 hours this week.
We arrived a little later than usual on this first day of classes so I wasn’t able to go inside the classroom with her and take her photos. Which is just too well since she’s not a small girl anymore (tissue please, this is the part where I want to bawl like a baby 😦 ) Since the teacher was already inside, and the kids were pretty much settled down, I was reduced to taking photos from beyond the glass windows (which renders photos grainy and all).
It was also a mark of how the kids are growing and maturing that they were quieter and more subdued on the first day of class instead of running around and talking at the top of their lungs.
Also, Mischa’s school is adjusting to the new cycle of the academic year that starts mid-year, instead of the traditional June. Classes would then be off around the 3rd week of May, instead of the usual March. So I don’t really know what our summer next year would be like.
…when I saw that my 8-year…my 8-year old, you know, my baby, can now fit into my clothes.
Omg. And it was by pure accident. She wanted to cover herself because she was wearing a swimsuit.