Deandrei’s 7th birthday

Before we celebrated Maxine’s first birthday, we dropped by one of Mischa’s kinder classmates, Deandrei’s 7th birthday. The weekend was a little gloomy with a looming typhoon over the Metro and surrounding provinces, including Cavite. But that didn’t stop us, our mommy and grandma friends, and the kids, of course. I think that, despite them attending different schools, that these AJV kids are unlikely to forget each other soon because we often see each other during birthdays. I predict more of these parties as most of them will be turning seven this year until next year.

Happy birthday Deandrei!






John Karl’s 7th birthday

We were partygoers last weekend. The first was for Mischa’s old classmate in her previous school and the next was for a very distant cousin. Events like these, which entails trips, either short or long ones, are almost always a production within our household. ‘Tis a little hard to prepare the two kids and their stuff, not to mention, our stuff, but it is worth it all the time when I see them have fun. There’s really no substitute for memories, and as a parent, I enjoy everything as much as I can. It’s so cliche but it’s true when people say that “they will not be kids forever”.

John Karl’s party was Minions-themed. The kids were even requested to wear yellow in the spirit of the theme. Good idea, though, because the day of the party was a little gray so it helped lighten the mood, and made it a cheery one. As always, Mischa was also happy to see and play with her old pals. Maxine is still small to enjoy the party but I know she’ll be jumping into the fun soon enough.

The party was held at Pixie Forest inside the Festival Mall in Alabang. Mischa also played a role being one of the “7 chocolates” (kinda like a debut where you have the traditional 18 roses). She wished for John Karl to grow up and be good. After the party, the kids get to have passes for all the rides inside the play complex.






A little tea party

My childhood friends and I have gotten into the habit of just meeting at home, and doing anything and everything under the sun, and with or without kids. Gone are the partying days or even the quiet dinners out. Must be getting really old. We’ve reached that point in our lives that we relish in the simplest of get-togethers. We are not bothered by hovering waiters, neighboring conversations or ticking clocks signaling that we have to end our reunions soon. We could do away with dressing up or putting on makeup.

Caught up in our different routines and paces of our families, I am happy that we still get to do this at least twice a year. And it is really good that, like the best of friends, we always pick up where we last left off.





If there is anything worth learning in life is that we will all have our chances at the love meant for each of us. Be it out second, third, fourth, fifth, well you get the drift, the One will always find us whichever path we take. I was reminded of this during my childhood friend, June’s wedding last Saturday. Details need not expounded. I am so happy for my good friend and maid of honor.

Wedding rites were held at St. James Church is Ayala Alabang and reception was at Versailles Palace nearby. Mischa, being June’s goddaughter, played flower girl.






Happy also that the wedding was a reunion of sorts for me and our gradeschool classmates whome I haven’t seen maybe in two decades except on Facebook. Sorry for the bad quality of the photos which I took using my phone.


Adelle Storme

I can’t believe you’re now 6!

As with my own daughter, I can’t believe how fast you’ve grown. It seems only yesterday when you were the only kid in our circle of friends. I used to drop round your house all the time when you were just a wee little thing, and I was still single and had time all to myself. You would always come to me willingly, even without the prodding of your nanay. When things didn’t work out between your folks, you had to move. Ironically, when your house was just a few blocks away from the office, it somehow put an invisible distance between us. I don’t know what happened really, but our relationship also took a tumble. It became a birthday-and-Christmas-gift-thing from Ninang na lang. I became just one of Nanay‘s officemates, and nothing more. I still wish we would recover some of that special bond we had.

I also hope that you, Mischa and some of my and Nanay’s friends’ kids would grow close as you grow up. It’s hard to find good and true friends nowadays. I don’t want to spoil it for you by being too cynical and world-weary. Friendship is a weird thing but it’s pretty special once you find the “one”.

Grow up good and happy, Princess Adie. Ninang misses you a lot.

Zuri’s 1st birthday

One of my good friends, Diva, and her hubby threw this birthday bash for their youngest daughter, Zuri, as she turned 1 two weekends ago (I know, I know this is late). One really gets amazed at how babies fast babies grow. But unlike her two older sisters, one of which is my goddaughter, Darla, I never really saw Zuri as often during her “growing days”.

The party was held at a spanking new venue in Bacoor, Cavite inside the new Lotus Village. This is actually just behind our future home in Citta Italia (wheee I lurve saying this!), accessible from the new Molino Boulevard. The clubhouse was dressed really well, and too bad we didn’t get to take too many pictures of it. To save major bucks though, their family prepared their own food, which was sumptuous and overflowing. Diva’s husband, Don, is a really good cook. I wouldn’t even dare try this on our own because of all the mess we have to fix before, during and after the party. I salute them for the all the trouble they went through. And they hired the hosting services of McDonald’s crew, as well as for the kiddie food. Mischa had a blast as usual, especially running after Grimace (gee, I wonder if she likes purple as she takes to Barney so well).

The general them was luau as Diva prepared for a pool party. Very unfortunate though that it rained the whole day. Of course nobody stopped the kids from splishing and splashing their way. My own daughter was almost green with envy since I didn’t let her join in the fun.

The little party girl