Time Out

They were serving beer but I drank water.

That is who I am.  And who I am is what I want to be.  There is nothing more comfortable in this world than being yourself.

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A couple of months ago, everyone was pulled out of our post in order to join the others who are just as tired and sleepy as we were (maybe, even more).

It was so late at night to be still in the work place but I have to show my support to my juniors so as not to look like a pompous little prick.  Thank goodness they were performing early.  I was partly responsible for cheating in the draw lots.   I kind of pulled some strings which I am not really proud of but I tell you anyway.  I wanted to go home that night as much as possible to see my daughter who was probably fuming that time because I was so out late and I made her promise to wait up for me.   Even if it happens so rarely, late nights out of the house is not really my kind of fun.

Good Night

Whenever my daughter and I visit her lolo daddy and lola mommy, it is  important to never forget to say good night.  I take her and her cousin to their grandparents' room to give them a kiss and a hug before going to bed.  It has become their practice since we practice it in my own home.  

Those little things that seem trivial would be the thing they would remember growing up.  If it has become the practice then it would become a habit.  A habit would be hard to get rid off.  And I wouldn't want them to forget to do it.  I want them to do the same to me too.     

Class Birthday Party

I tried to celebrate my daughter's birthday in school last year.  However, I didn't receive any reply on my request letter from the school.  It would be fun to try this year especially now that I saw some pictures of another kids' birthday.

Barbies and Disney Princesses

For a long time, I blamed toys like Barbie and Disney Princesses for girls developing misconceptions about themselves.  If you happen to come across Barbie Dreamhouse (or something like that) in YouTube, it would seem that a perfect life comes from all good material things.  It was that extravagant and never simple.  If little girls would grow up thinking that way, they'll end up disappointed in many points in their lives.  They create unrealistic expectations of what they should have and what they should become.

I want my daughter to have an encounter with the same toys I have played when I was young.  However, there must be some guidance so that she would understand that:

There will be no prince or fairy godmother that can save her.  She can only rely on herself.

You don't need to have everything to live - only the important things.  

Keep fit.  Do not keep thin.

Work on your brain not only your body.
There is some good in everyone, even the villains. 

Don't show off.  

And so much more.  

I want the best for my daughter.  However, I probably won't be able to give them all to her.  I want her to know that she can learn how to achieve what is best for herself.  (YouTube) Barbies and (Traditional) Disney Princesses won't teach her how.  

Study Time

I am truly having a hard time making my daughter cooperate during study time.  She has the propensity to say "no" when she hears the word "study".  I'm not around that often because work takes up most of my time.  And whenever that I am around the house, all she could say to me was "Mommy, let's play" (her very words) accompanied by some begging facial expressions.  And whenever I don't hear her the first time, she shouts those words.

I am her favorite playmate.  I am a lot of fun, if I say so myself.  Kiddie fun, of course.  And it's so hard for me to get around playtime to get to study time.  I had to find ways to make play and study, one and the same.  However, phonics could be a boring game after time.

I highly depend on Papa to provide her the study time (since I have to have my own study time myself).  It only works when I'm not around for her to see me and think and say, "Mommy, let's play".

Claiming It Back

I had time yesterday to view my old blogs.  One of them is this one and I have decided that I must revive it.  And so I'm ready for new updates.   However, there will be a lot of late posts along the way since I have to fill out the space that I've missed to blog on.

It's nice to be back.

Eating On Her Own

She is well-trained by her nanny Mila (oooh, I feel so lucky that she's around) to feed herself with either a spoon or with her bare hands.

During meal or snack times, she pays the fridge a visit and Yaya Mila asks her if she wants to get something from the gallery.

During a recent kiddie party, I seated her in the kids table up front. She was still crying when a plate of spaghetti was set in front of her. And the wailing stopped. Without any thought, she plunged into the noodles with her bare hands and I happily watched her. She's such a big girl already. I love that she can do important things on her own. If only we can teach her how to prepare her milk bottle...