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!
Mike’s Auntie Noning’s (father-in-law’s eldest sister) birthday falls on New Year’s day. It has become a tradition in their family to spend the first day of the year together to celebrate the two events. We try as much as we can to join them although their family house is all the way to Novaliches. Their family is huge, and I can’t personally remember everyone even after eight years of being together, but there’s always new additions. This year, the party is more fun because aside from the food, they infused games for kids.
Jollibee is loved by people of all ages. That’s why one of my friends who is now based in New Zealand decided to come home and celebrate her 40th birthday at the famous fastfood chain. And why not? Everybody still had fun. I got to play games again, and most importantly, I saw and met with old friends. How cool is that.
Some of Mischa’s classmates are hitting the 8th year mark. Whoa! Slow down time! I can’t believe Mischa is nearing hers too. I was looking at her interacting with her classmates during Kirsten’s party, and I am beginning to notice that they play differently now – less physical, more emotionally interactive, more deliberate but discerning in their actions. They’re definitely growing up. Sigh.
Anyway, happy birthday Kirsten! I hope you and Mischa continue to be friends way beyond your primary years. You and your mom as such nice people.
We went to a joint celebration of one of Mischa’s BFFs in grade school, Ashley, who turned 7, and the baptism of her baby brother Ashton. They are out of our circle of regular parent-friends at school, but we went anyway. Ashley’s mom, Tina, had struck up a sort of phone-messenger friendship with me since last summer, and which continued even when she was in the United States for the birth of Ashton. She wanted as much information as to how Ashley is doing in school, and one way of course was to rely on Mischa’s stories since they are together most of the time. Anyway, happy to expand our circle though. Great way to know the girls and boys around Mischa, and how she interacts with them and vice versa.
If you know me, you would know that I totally dig themed-parties, especially those for kids. I love it when someone throws a well-thought of gig, with well-planned out details. Not to say I don’t appreciate common parties, I do. But I’m just saying it is nice if you have the pleasure of the guests in mind.
So I totally flipped with this Star Wars-themed birthday party of Haniel, one of Mischa’s former pre-school classmate and still a school mate at her present school. Love the details, from the magnificent cake to the stage and table decorations. Another plus is the wonderful food of Vikings, there’s just so much that I didn’t get to eat everything. The venue itself was a little warm, but that’s it. We had fun!
Mischa was also one of the 7 balloons.
Happy second birthday to the lady who made my heart expand to more than twice its size. You make us happy every minute of every day. Right now, you are at your most kulit and likot stage (I hope this is it!). You have definitely surpassed Ate Mischa in the naughtiness department. However, as any parent in love with their child would tell you, it is more endearing than exasperating. I could feel that I am in deep trouble with you when you grow older because I would tend to give in to your wants because you are just plain charming without even trying. I hope that we would not be in too much trouble, bunso. Just give something that Mommy can handle, okay?
Right now, you are a chatterbox, which nobody can really decipher. However, know that I understand you perfectly even without the proper words. You have that knack of making speaking directly to my eyes and my heart.
You love spaghetti, bread, Mickey and Minnie mouse (whom you call pappie), Hi-5, Sofia the First, cars, dogs, cats, planes, and of course, milk.
You like running, and climbing over anything.
You still bump your head on tables, or anywhere else for that matter, and you always fall off the sofa.
You still have no regard for safety (Ate was so much more cautious) before she tries anything at that age.
No matter what, I love you beyond forever, my baby girl.