Moving and moving forward

We will now have two kids in school. You would often hear parents “Don’t grow up too fast!” or “Where did time go?” in relation to bringing up kids. One minute they’re tiny, the next they’re spreading their wings and flying away from their nest. I’ve had these moments every time Mischa tries on thing after thing. But now it is the bunso‘s turn. Come August, she’ll join the throngs of school children. Earlier this month, we had her assessed at Mischa’s old pre-school, and been found that she can start toddler class. It is safe to say that she aced the “entrance exam”.

Some might say she maybe too young since she’ll be two months shy of being 3 by the time class opens. As with Mischa, there is really no pressure about her academics. For both of them, I just want the opportunities to learn and explore. As early as now, I want to expose her to the world, no matter how little the world maybe to her at this time. For her to just go beyond the confines of our house, and not be limited to our circle, her toys, and the gadgets around. And mostly, I just wish for her to have an alternative venue to expend her energies creatively.

Maxine is two!

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.



Maxine’s first haircut

Maxine had her first haircut last weekend. Thank God that there are establishments today that cater to very, very specific needs, such as salons for babies and kids. Part of their training is handling malikot kids. While it was not easy, it was manageable. The cars and toys really help a lot in calming down kiddos.

And looking back at this blog post years ago, Ate Mischa also had her first haircut at 22 months, just like Maxine now! What a coincidence! And they look kinda the same after that first cut.











Mischa had a chance to go play at one of those structured playrooms inside the malls. It was a new experience for both of us what with having to share toys and the play area. Being an only child, she is used to free play–preferring to play with “real stuff” of adults rather than her numerous toys, and has limited social skills when it comes to playing with other kids. While she sometimes sees and gets to spend time with cousins on her father’s side, these are usually big enough kids whom you can already chide gently if playing gets rough.

So it was a bit weird when you had to share space and stuff with complete strangers, especially when other kids are rough, or rude. It took several ounces of restraint to tell off kids who kept on bumping me or Mischa, or shoving us out of the way so they could go first. All of those times we were there, questions such as “where are these kids’ manners, or what are they teaching them at home” keep rolling around my head. Of course, I kept my mouth shut the whole time seeing as the kids are not mine to discipline.

On the one hand, there were nice kids, too. There was this one girl who was slightly bigger than Mischa who kept on shyly glancing at her and offering her the toys, and looked like she wanted to make friends.

I wonder what kinds of friends will my daughter keep? I hope to God she chooses well. I so felt like I was in a real parent’s shoes who wants to check out and approve/disapprove of the company she will have. It was unnerving to say the least, that I am beginning to think and having second thoughts about letting her out into the real world.

Suffice to say, it would be an understatement that Mischa enjoyed herself what with the flailing arms and legs when I had to get her away from the toys when it was time to go.

These are a few of my favorite things

Or rather, my daughter’s.

She has recently discovered the joy of Chicken Joy (and no, I am not advertising Jollibee). I could leave her (at home in the kitchen table) with properly sliced bits of chicken, and she would have gone to CJ heaven. But really, it just baffles me how kids become so into Jollibee and its products. Maybe it’s the jolly-ness it projects, and all that greasy goodness. Oh well, a little cholesterol once in a while couldn’t hurt.

I am glad to say that, though she experiences surges of picky eating, her diet is well-balanced. She still has her milk about two to three times a day, and eats solid food at almost the same frequency. She has not gained much weight since she turned two, but as I have mentioned before, she is not at all sickly (thank you Lord!). She, however, seems to be rapidly growing (another thank you!) vertically. At least, if there is one thing she will not inherit from moi, it would be height.

Anyway, she also has her favorites as the next person. Some of the foolproof things to offer her (in no particular order) so that I can have that few precious minutes of peaceful eating myself:

She seems to take to a lot of sweet and sour food ‘no?

How to do the grocery

Do you ever have that feeling of wanting to hug or hit someone at the same time?

Or wanting to be with or be away from someone?

You know I uberly love it when weekends roll around. I always couldn’t wait to spend that much stress busting time with my favorite person in the world–the mighty Mischa! Sometimes I feel like I would do anything just to be with her all time, including my chores and my errands.

But sometimes happiness and exasperation become a really weird combination when you decide to let your toddler tag along in your errands. You end up with white hair trying to calm all that energy down, but still, you look at her lovingly as you marvel and gush at how curious and grown up she is now.