1. Finish work. I’ve started work late today because I knew that I need to be working till tomorrow morning. Geez!
2. Rest. And feel the fresh bed sheets that have gotten cold from the “bed” weather.
3. Party. Uhm, not a drink-like-crazy party but a very conservative reunion with hubby’s relatives. Now I better think of something to wear besides shorts.
4. Scrap. Got some kits that haven’t been used. Still in need of pictures to scrap. I should go out of the house more often. Tsk, tsk. (Too bad I missed going to our team outing in Fontana today. Still not allowed to go on long drives.)

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I honestly think I’ve been twittering too much. Why? ‘Coz I can’t think of anything to write today that I haven’t twitted. (Is there such a word? If you’re on twitter, you’d say yes! Hahaha)

Remember Mikee’s crush? It’s her ninang’s boyfriend. And Mikee is now with the boyfriend. Hahaha. Her ninang asked me if she could bring Mikee to Mcdo. And I agreed. But Mikee didn’t want to come with her. (Quite odd. It used to be that Mikee liked going with her.) Anyway, I told her why not the guy “lure” her instead into the car. Hehehe. It worked. Mikee willingly went with the boyfriend.

So off they went. After which, they brought Mikee with them to the grocery. Now, they’re having dinner over at ninang’s house.

If only I could, I’d set up a hidden spy camera there now. (They just live few houses away from here) Just so that when Mikee grows up, she’d see who her first crush was.

I was told (through text message) that Mikee didn’t want to eat if the spoon is offered by ninang. It has to be by the boyfriend. Hahaha.

One of these days, I’d take a snapshot of them together.

I was not close to my father while growing up. But now that I am mature, I realized that I did not dislike him, I only disliked that he did not approved most of what I did. I am so lucky that the very first time he met my hubby (akyat ng ligaw), he liked him. In fact, he stayed in our sala to chat which he never did with any other guy who came to visit our house. Obviously, he approved of him. In fact, after the announcement party (pamanhikan), it was very obvious that he really like hubby’s family.

Lately, we noticed that my daughter give him so much joy. So as a good daughter (ok ok my mom and siblings may disagree with me being a good daughter now, hahaha), I try to bring Mikee to my parents’ house every week.

Anyway, last night, to celebrate mothers’ day, we had dinner with them. Sharing some pics of Mikee with her Papa Al.

Note: Do you know Juan Rodrigo (Amante, Clara’s father in Mara Clara)? He’s my father’s cousin.

I love Sundays. I was able to hear mass again today with hubby and Mikee. As usual, we headed to the nearest mall. We paid some bills, window shopped for wood blinds and ate lunch. Mikee had the grandest time when we took her off the stroller. She was running all over the place even yelling at times. She was having fun. More fun when mommy or daddy tried to chase her. Only if we could see life as simple as kids see it.

While we were eating at the baptismal party, we suddenly decided we should go out for a swim since everybody is free for the weekend. Talk about spontaneity.

So we convinced one of our friends to ask permission from his dad to use their house and pool in Pansol for the weekend. He was at first hesitant saying his dad might not agree on a very short notice. Besides, the pool has no water yet. He said, if we asked the pool to have water, the pool will be ready by midnight. Anyway, his dad agreed.

So off we went!

But by midnight, the water was so hot! Quite expectedly, Mikee didn’t want to swim. She cried when daddy plunged in with her. The next morning, the water was still hot. Again, Mikee didn’t want to swim. But I honestly think if I can swim, Mikee will swim as well. But I don’t think my doctor will be very happy.

Oh well.

Anyway, Mikee woke up several times on our first night there. She was crying to see a different room. (Note: this is a ten-bedroom house with no one living there. The house helps have a different house on the lower part of the lot) But the freaky thing was, Mikee was pointing at someone/something at the foot of our beds while crying.

Yikes!

Abie asked me and I was supposed to post my comment. Then I realized I’d be replying longer than I should so I decided to post my views on the issue.

Very much like motor development, speech development is always an issue to parents. (These struggles seem to be unending. When the kids get older, peer pressure and too much magazine-reading influences them to worry how to build muscle or have bigger boobs and more curves. Worse, they are pressured as to who gets the more dates.)

I was offended twice by remarks of someone (same person) who kept comparing my daughter to her niece and nephews. I almost cried when she said in front of us and Mikee, “Come here, Mikee, may communication problem ito eh” but decided to keep quiet and just tried to understand that this person does not know yet that you’re not supposed to say harsh words in front of a kid and these kinds of words could HURT a mother.

I know for a fact that speech delay is a reality. In fact, I have a friend who brings her son to therapies thrice a week.

Parents may have different views on speech delay but mine are as follows:

• I am NEVER a fan of comparison. I hate comparison so much. I have a friend who is a wife of cousin of my husband. We have daughters of almost the same age. But she and I have never compared notes about our daughters. I believe this mother knows it’s never healthy to compare kids. Thank goodness!
• Every child is unique. My sister was a late talker. She was always noisy mumbling stuff. Like Abie’s Bela, my sister was nauutal whenever she was overwhelmed and wanted to say so much. But my mom was never bothered. She had won declamation contests when she was younger, and had been hosting programs during her school days till now at work.
• If my pedia says Mikee is not delayed, then she is not delayed.
• My hubby argues that kids with pushy parents have greater suicidal tendencies. Hmm, makes sense.

To be honest, I think I am not bothered yet simply because me or any of my siblings were not advanced in our speech development.

(I initially did not want to brag but what the heck. My siblings are DLSU, UST and Mapua graduates. Comsci, Architecture and Com Eng respectively. I believe we excel in Math and Sciences. I was consistent Class Top 1 in St. James, grade 5 to 3rd year high. In Mapua, I got grades of 1.5 for my differential and integral calculus, subjects where 80% of the class failed. So do you really think I should worry?)

All I know is, like Mikee, we learned our numbers first before our ABCs. To each his own.

Thanks to preschool choices, I was able to scout for Mikee’s perfect play school. Why perfect? Just a few steps away from our house. But the teacher I talked to, still have to consult with the directress if Mikee’s age will be allowed for the play group. She said Mikee might be too young for the group.

Now, next is to convince The Hubby that it’s time to enrol Mikee.

Dear daddy,

Thank you for taking care of me.
For watching over me when I was in the hospital.
For waking up in the middle of the night when I needed to drink or needed to pee.
For sending me Mikee’s videos thru SMS, you understood so well how much I missed our darling daughter.
For loving me despite my weaknesses.

Thank you for proving that I married the right man. I love you.

I was ranting this morning for the intermittent net connection at home. I was stomping my way down the stairs when I was about to take my bath. I didn’t want to go to the office early. I was supposed to work at home till lunch. I could save on lunch money. I was fuming when I saw after taking my bath that the connection hasn’t changed. Still can’t connect to the office network. Grrr… I was texting my hubby every detail. I was whining. (But it turned out, his mobile was in silent mode. He didn’t get to read the messages in time.)

 When I arrived the office, I chatted with my sister, ranting. At the same time, chatted with my hubby too who was as always so cool about it. He then asked me, “why didn’t you text me?” Only then he realized there are gazillions of messages and missed calls waiting on his mobile.

Anyway, came lunch, I was in no mood to eat. No, I was no longer mad. I think I had no more energy left to go to the nearest mall to eat. I’ve wasted my energies ranting all morning.

Then when I came home, hubby was smiling. I knew that smile. It meant I have been a fool. As it turned out, the cables were just interchanged, hence the intermittent connection. Tsk, tsk.

Jerk? Nope, just smart and confident.
So confident that I never bothered to check.

Thanks Vannie for this tag. You’re the sweetest!

Here’s my take:

Here are just some of the many things I love about DD:

• He makes me laugh no matter how ANGRY I am. Even if I try so hard to stay angry to make a point, he makes me laugh, or at least makes me smile, anyway.
• I love his smell, his neck, his ears, his face…everything about him.
• He is so huggable.
• He is so sensitive and knows me so well. According to him, my eyes sparkle differently when I want *his services*.
• He understands all my whines.
• He is a good father to our daughter.
• He is proud of me and my accomplishments. (Wouldn’t you love someone like that?)

I’m tagging Tracy, Abie and Peachy.

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One of our friends was having issues and was ranting over email (She and her husband manage their own business and it had something to do with internal audit in San Diego California) and I replied that I remember that her husband is an accountant. She replied with “exactly!”