Hooray for another milestone in our family! We are now officially bottle-less! She did it by herself with just a little prodding. Really my independent baby. Mischa was much older when she weaned from the bottle.
To be honest, I am kind of sad (or just nostalgic). Our days of having babies in the house are fast disappearing. It makes everything easier and cheaper on the one hand, but it still makes me wistful that the kids do not need me as much. Makes me feel older, too.
I totally missed this again, but a mommy friend sent me photos and videos. I regretfully have to relive Maxine’s performance through another lens, but I still get to see it at least somehow. Her dress was something we bought in the public market, and she looks as charming and cute as ever!
Our baby skipped a year, and moved from Toddler to Nursery 2. This is because of a new policy in the age requirement for school-age children when they enter kindergarten. While I am a bit scared for Maxine because her classmates have taken more lessons than her, I truly believe she can make it and take everything in stride. I wasn’t there (again) for this milestone but her Daddy tells me that it was the bigger kids who were crying for their mommies and daddies. Not my fiercely independent baby!
This is my fighter daughter! I love you Maxine as much as my next breath! Mommy and Daddy will always support you and Ate in everything you do.
To join now or next year?
So many factors to consider, first of which, we find her so young to be going to school much farther from the house. She’s still such a baby in so many ways despite the fierce determine to be independent. Frankly also, while we saw the marked improvement in her during her stay in her current school, we still want her to attend big school. Anyhow, we just let her be assessed in Ate’s school, and now that she has passed, we are stumped on where to actually enroll her. lol. I have until Friday to decide (that’s the deadline for the reservation).
Please help us, O Lord, in making the right decision for our little girl.
We are on a high today. First, the baby completed her toddler level with flying colors. Whoopee! We couldn’t be prouder to see her on stage. From the start, I had no expectations from her in terms of excelling because I know she is a toddler. I just want her to be surrounded by kids her own age and have enough appropriate stimuli in a toddler environment (instead of being stuck inside the house all day). And at the start of the school year, she was barely talking, and we are happy that she has improved by leaps and bounds since then.
Thank you to her teachers and the school for helping her find her mark. I am very pleased with her awards because it also shows, more than her cognitive development, that she is imbibing and exhibiting the appropriate values in life this early. I thank the Lord because I must have been doing something right in bringing her up.
We love you so much kulit!
Yay, Maxine had her share of joining the school’s annual pajama party. I remember that Ate Mischa had so much fun in hers during her time here and here. This time, however, parents were just allowed to see them off outside the classroom. I know she had fun though because in her own garbled way, she was regaling us about her day of popcorn and movies. I love this cutie!
There is nothing more heartbreaking that seeing your child in pain, much more if it is inflicted so that she will get better 😦 It literally feels as if you heart is torn as each needle, catheter, medicine, etc. enters her little body. I would gladly take on all the pain when you helplessly see your offspring like that as she cries her heart out and looks at you and calls you mommy. So, so gut wrenching! We didn’t even think she was that bad of a shape when we brought her for a routine check up to accompany her Ate. Turns out that her vomiting episodes that morning brought her to a state of moderate dehydration already.
There was no energy left in her after being spent as doctors and nurses inserted all those devices in her. I could only hug her tight and whisper to her that everything will be alright and that mommy is beside her. I pray with all my heart that neither of them get sick anymore. I couldn’t take it anymore, especially since this is Maxine’s third time to be hospitalized.
After three days, we were finally given the go signal to go home. I was rewarded with this smile, and thank the Almighty for His healing hands.