Seton recognition

It was our first time to come up onstage for the recognition program at Mischa’s school, and I know this wouldn’t be the last (claiming it, thank you Lord!). The award is actually for last school year’s achievement, where our beloved little big girl is awarded the silver medal. We got the good news sometime last summer, and now, we again beamed with pride as we placed that medal around her neck.

I’ve always said that Mischa is not the industrious type, and I am happy more than anything that she is smart, and can make it in the real world because what she knows are things beyond the books and test papers. And anak, maybe it’s the gold medal next year, if you try to be more serious with school work? No pressure though 🙂

I love you and bunso beyond words! Congratulations on this feat!

Classmates and friends since pre-school

My bronze medal

As what my mommy has probably told you, I finished my first year in school with flying colors. I actually couldn’t care less about what honors I got, but I was really happy I had a medal around my neck. It doesn’t matter what color it was, the important thing is, well, it was there! Mommy says she likes gold over this bronze one better, but she still peppered me with a lot of hugs and kisses so maybe I did something right. I think mommies and daddies are more excited about moving up ceremonies than we kids are. I just want to run around, and play with my friends.

Although my mommy tells me that this will probably be the last time I will see my friends since I will going to a new school starting this summer. Will I miss them? I don’t know. It still takes me a little time to get used to new people. But I’ll live. Mommy says so.

For now, I am just glad for the chance to go up that stage with my folks. They tell me I really did a good job. Mommy even asked if I wanted to get a bike since I did well in school. I told her I prefer a scooter, but I don’t think she and daddy are budging. They tell me it’s more dangerous, and that I might get run over by a car or something. Oh well.

Here are a couple of photos of that happy day. My ninong, who had the camera that day, couldn’t take a good shot if his life depended on it. haha. Too bad because I thought mommy and I had killer outfits that day.