A superhero Christmas

It’s that time again that a lot of drafts are still languishing in my dashboard. From my Europe trip in October to our family vacation in Singapore to my very recent Visayas adventures with new friends. Ugh! I would like to think that life happens, and I just couldn’t find the time to sit down and jot down all my thoughts and jab at my keyboard. I will finish all of those, I promise!

In the meantime, let me bring you my own kind of superhero.

The pre-school department of her school had a Superhero-themed Christmas party. I would have liked for her to wear something that’s not generic but, again, time was not something I had, so I had to shoot down plans of hunting for costumes. So she ended up as Wonderwoman (in pants!), like about a hundred other girls ๐Ÿ˜ฆ

But still the cutest, of course ๐Ÿ™‚

Investiture

My big baby underwent her Scouting Investiture today. I remember my own girl scout days–I was always excited because of all the activities we don’t usually do in class. And because we seldom get to do “stuff” when we were younger, except to stay at home and amuse ourselves with very little toys, I super liked the camping, bonfire, knot-making, etc. etc. Plus, not to be too pretentious, it helped really shaped a lot of my traits and habits now.
It has also honed the beginnings of my leadership skills. So I am glad that my daughter is also imbibing important values, and being more civic-minded. Add to that is her playing a key role, such as being a patrol leader. In this day and age, kindness, courtesy and being ready to help all the time do not go out of style.

Recycling outfits

We seemed to be in such a hurry these days with all the flurry of activities. We didn’t get to prepare much for Maxine’s birthday, and now, we didn’t have time to get her a proper United Nations outfit. Good thing though, her class was assigned the Latin American region, so we just recycled her costume from last year. It fits her well now where before it was loose. The best part is that we saved! Yay!

And this year, I get to watch her perform. Good job baby! Although I almost did a stage mother thing when her classmate kept on blocking her! I itched to push her aside. lol. Thank God for my manners!

On the edge of being a tween

The events leading to this year’s Kampise is knocking on my mommy door, and reminding me hard that I am fast losing a baby and gaining an awkward little lady. No matter how I try to keep my eyes closed, I could not really deny the physical changes happening to my 9-year old. Dressing her up, putting on her make-up and watching her sashay (well, not really because she’s still so awkward) are making my heart flutter and my anxiety levels shoot up. How come I just blinked and next thing I knew, she’s hardly any smaller than me? She even towers over her classmates.

I still haven’t gotten over it. Where in the world is the baby I just popped?