Finally figured out a way to play the Thomas and Friends movies I downloaded on our big screen TV. Of course, Jayden shrieked with joy at the sight of his favorite steam engine charging at him from the huge screen.
Suddenly, he went closer to the screen, and started swiping it with his index finger.
My 2.5 year old son thought our living room TV is a touchscreen one. He was not even trying to be funny. He really wanted to swipe that thing, probably to a different video or something.
Gosh this is scary.
Wednesday, July 29, 2015
Monday, July 27, 2015
EXACTLY
Whenever Andrea posts a picture of Jayden or Hannah on Facebook, it is almost a given that someone will comment that the baby looks EXACTLY like Andrea. Or if Andrea's mom is tagged, his mom's friends will say how the baby looks EXACTLY like Andrea's mom.
Some will even argue after Andrea's humble replies like 'nola, got look like Cindy also.' They are so sure about what they see that they are willing to ARGUE over this.
Which is fine. IF THE BABY CAME OUT OF THEIR VAGINAS.
Maybe I am being stupid. Who care what people say, right? But I'm irked. Boy am I irked.
When Jayden was born, a lot of people commented on how much he looked like his dad. I felt a bit miffed, but let it slide coz it's kinda cute to have your son look like your husband right?
Then Hannah came along, and the same comments ensued - accordingly to 99% of the people who have seen her, she looks EXACTLY like her brother or her father. That does not sound like much of a compliment to a baby GIRL. Plus, she's MY girl. She supposed to look like ME.
And then I feel bad. Why do I feel so affected by this? Is it because I am afraid I might love them less if they do not look like me? No way am I gonna let other people change the way I love my children.
There has always been a part of me who cares a lot about what others think. But now that I am a mother, I realize that it is high time to toughen up and shut the naysayers. Not just for myself, but for my kids also. If words can hurt me so easily, how am I ever gonna be strong enough for the li'l chubbies?
Some will even argue after Andrea's humble replies like 'nola, got look like Cindy also.' They are so sure about what they see that they are willing to ARGUE over this.
Which is fine. IF THE BABY CAME OUT OF THEIR VAGINAS.
Maybe I am being stupid. Who care what people say, right? But I'm irked. Boy am I irked.
When Jayden was born, a lot of people commented on how much he looked like his dad. I felt a bit miffed, but let it slide coz it's kinda cute to have your son look like your husband right?
Then Hannah came along, and the same comments ensued - accordingly to 99% of the people who have seen her, she looks EXACTLY like her brother or her father. That does not sound like much of a compliment to a baby GIRL. Plus, she's MY girl. She supposed to look like ME.
And then I feel bad. Why do I feel so affected by this? Is it because I am afraid I might love them less if they do not look like me? No way am I gonna let other people change the way I love my children.
There has always been a part of me who cares a lot about what others think. But now that I am a mother, I realize that it is high time to toughen up and shut the naysayers. Not just for myself, but for my kids also. If words can hurt me so easily, how am I ever gonna be strong enough for the li'l chubbies?
Scared Out of Our Wits
We had the biggest scare of our lives last night. We had just reached our home from dinner with the in-laws. Andrea had taken Jayden out of the car seat, and he started walking along the parking lot lines, as usual. I got out of the car with Hannah in my arms, and Andrea was grabbing the bags from the back seat.
We heard the sound of cars turning into the parking lot, and simultaneously we looked up and called out to Jayden, warning him to stop walking and be aware of moving cars.
But he was nowhere in sight.
The panic that gripped my racing heart was reflected on Andrea's face - blood drained from his face. Where was Jayden? There were so many cars parked inside, and he was too small to find.
I ran, baby in tow. Towards where I assumed he would be, headed to the elevator. Which was right where the cars would pass by. A million thoughts flashed through my mind; none of them helped put me at ease.
Andrea started yelling Jayden's name louder. It is so scary to know your child could be in danger and yet you don't know how to prevent it.
Suddenly a tiny figure ran out from the narrow gap between the two cars parked next to ours, his face pale with unknown terror, sobbing uncontrollably. Jayden.
I ran and knelt down next to him, shushing him gently as I stroked his head. He must have been terrified by the way we yelled out his name - he's sensitive like that. With Hannah still lying comfortably in my arms, oblivious to everything, I hugged her brother tightly. I had never been happier to see his crying face.
Andrea regained his composure, and went to strict parent mode. Using this as a learning experience, he talked about being careful of moving vehicles, staying close to the parents, etc.
I should have kept my eye on him no matter what. He has a tendency to walk out on his own the moment he leaves the car seat, and I should have known better. Even though it was night time, and our condominium parking lot gets very little traffic, I should have been more alert.
After that, we joked about how Jayden looked so bewildered and started crying probably because he could sense the fear in our voices, which rattled him even more even though he did not know what was going on. Oh Jayden. My first chubbz.
Thank God for His protection. Another reminder that our children are blessings from God, and we need to cherish them and grow them up in partnership with Our Heavenly Father.
Thinking about it still sends chills up my spine.
We heard the sound of cars turning into the parking lot, and simultaneously we looked up and called out to Jayden, warning him to stop walking and be aware of moving cars.
But he was nowhere in sight.
The panic that gripped my racing heart was reflected on Andrea's face - blood drained from his face. Where was Jayden? There were so many cars parked inside, and he was too small to find.
I ran, baby in tow. Towards where I assumed he would be, headed to the elevator. Which was right where the cars would pass by. A million thoughts flashed through my mind; none of them helped put me at ease.
Andrea started yelling Jayden's name louder. It is so scary to know your child could be in danger and yet you don't know how to prevent it.
Suddenly a tiny figure ran out from the narrow gap between the two cars parked next to ours, his face pale with unknown terror, sobbing uncontrollably. Jayden.
I ran and knelt down next to him, shushing him gently as I stroked his head. He must have been terrified by the way we yelled out his name - he's sensitive like that. With Hannah still lying comfortably in my arms, oblivious to everything, I hugged her brother tightly. I had never been happier to see his crying face.
Andrea regained his composure, and went to strict parent mode. Using this as a learning experience, he talked about being careful of moving vehicles, staying close to the parents, etc.
I should have kept my eye on him no matter what. He has a tendency to walk out on his own the moment he leaves the car seat, and I should have known better. Even though it was night time, and our condominium parking lot gets very little traffic, I should have been more alert.
After that, we joked about how Jayden looked so bewildered and started crying probably because he could sense the fear in our voices, which rattled him even more even though he did not know what was going on. Oh Jayden. My first chubbz.
Thank God for His protection. Another reminder that our children are blessings from God, and we need to cherish them and grow them up in partnership with Our Heavenly Father.
Thinking about it still sends chills up my spine.
Friday, July 10, 2015
Legg Airr
JC was sitting on the carpet next to me, running his fingers over my leg. Which I hadn't shave for two weeks at least. Suddenly his hand stopped.
"Whaddis???" He looked at me, and back at where his hand stopped on my leg.
"Mommy's leg hair," I said, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Oooorhh. Legg Airr." And he continued rubbing my leg.
He is not repulsed by stubby leg hair. This boy's a keeper. LOL.
"Whaddis???" He looked at me, and back at where his hand stopped on my leg.
"Mommy's leg hair," I said, trying to stifle a laugh.
"Oooorhh. Legg Airr." And he continued rubbing my leg.
He is not repulsed by stubby leg hair. This boy's a keeper. LOL.
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