…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.
Bed time lately has been fun but tiring and sometimes, frustrating.
Don’t get me wrong, I love my daughters more than anything in this world. But as a working mom, with only your husband and senior citizen parents helping around the house (ergo, most chores still fall on my lap), all you want to do at the end of the day is lie on your bed and travel to neverland. My mind is already running to things to do the next day, and my remaining energy and willpower are bent on putting the kids to sleep. But in most cases, they who still have all that energy inside, have a different game plan every night. What else but to continue playing!
And so, despite my failing energy levels, I normally don’t have the heart to shush them and or make them stop when I see that they are enjoying themselves just horsing around. I can’t help but laugh with them as they display pure, unadulterated love and affection towards each other. Their squeals of delight, especially the little one, overpowers my tired body and soul. I am praying that they will remain as close when they grow up and grow old.
Mischa’s schools is celebrating its 40th founding anniversary this year. One of its major, major activity is a school production called “40tude is an Attitude”. I call it major because the school and the participants, including Mischa, spent months and months of preparation for practices, costume fittings, dress rehearsals. We even had to pick her up at the last technical rehearsal at the Solaire Theatre at past 10:00 p.m. Not really the best time for kids to go home but…
And all their hard paid off! The show was spectacular! And my little girl was so good, I really wanted to cry in happiness! Here is a video:
But that was just the act where Mischa played a part in. They had, I think, more than 10 acts, each performed by selected grade levels. Could not take a video of them all, but they were all great.
Since the tickets were a little expensive, and kids below 3 years are not allowed, it was just me, Mike and Mico who watched while Maxine stayed with Mama and Lolo.
Some more tooth chronicles…
Last Sunday, exactly a month after she lost her first milk tooth, Mischa lost another one. This one though, Mommy had a role when she played dentist. Armed with a piece of thread (pink, of course) and a cotton ball, Mommy bravely pulled the loose, offending tooth. And viola!
I let her clamp her mouth over the cotton ball to stem the bleeding. She didn’t cry although she admitted it hurt just a teeny bit.
Later that night, she did shed tears for she went looking for the tooth to put under her pillow for the tooth fairy to get only to find out her dad beat her to it (he threw it up the roof, supposedly for the replacement tooth to be strong).
Yay! The kid can write her name. They haven’t taken this up in school (another sorry-for-being-a-working-mom moment) but the school where we will be enrolling her next year told me that she’s a little left behind by not being able to do so yet at age 3. True or not, we decided to let her memorize the spelling of her first name (why oh why did I give her such a long name. lol.), and let her write it. Since she already knew her alphabets, it was actually easier than I anticipated. She got it the first time.
She still has her own way of doing her alphabets but there’s magic in creativity. For all we know, she’s doing it the right way. I’m just happy.