It's 2012, and You Will Learn to Talk

You like tumbling down... and I suspect, you allow your body to exaggerate your falls. I don't know why, you're weird that way.

Yesterday, you fell off the bed again... upset that I had to assist Kuya to pee, you kept on rolling till you fell. Howell.

I also don't know why you insist on calling me "Nanana" but I expect you will be talking this year. I also don't know why you don't seem to like signing. Maybe I'm not teaching you as consistently as I taught Kuya. You also do not like the signing videos though, it's Kuya who watches them instead.

But I like that you're growing up sturdy, solid, strong. And with the same generous amount of curiosity your Kuya had. I just wish you'll stop hitting and biting. And my gift to you is a gentler Mom, so that you would have something more positive to mirror.

Love you, baby. Here are my FB updates concerning you for the past 4 months:

I was dancing to ColorMe Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up" and my friend Gaget told hubs "Lagot ka pag-uwi nyo!"

Hubs and I enjoyed the concert but were excited to get home... and when we get there, we were greeted by my super sleepy cousin with a wide-eyed Yamee.
* I swear*

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Just recently established that both my boys share the same blood type. I hope I raise them loving each other enough to someday freely donate bone marrow or a kidney to the other, should the need arise.

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taken at madame tussauds (hk)... kanino kaya nagmana? hmm...



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Out of delight, I sometimes feel like paying Yamee for having to entice him with fish & other veggies just so he'd eat other veggies. Even Kuya Yakee will devour his fish & veggies first before laboring over rice.

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yan ang happy baby! may liyad factor pa



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You know you need a break when a baby's incessant crying makes you want to buy ice cream and leave the house for a while ...or for a few days. Hay.

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I am researching crying fits by a 10-month old... read this on separation anxiety: "It is generally considered to a good sign of healthy attachment, although it can be a difficult stage for the parents to cope with." Talk about difficult.... suddenly, I pay 3 hours for just peeing for a minute. Hayst Yamee....

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God...grant me double the patience for my sons ... and acceptance of things I cannot change ...

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Yamee supposedly can stand up on his own without needing support, but I have yet to see it 'coz he insists on hugging me, climbing on me, diving on me. And yeah, biting me when I take something away from him. Such love, my bunso... such love.

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Yesterday, Yakee and Ice were giggling under the stairs. Turned out they were waiting for me...got my behind poked with a giant bubble wand while getting ice cream.
Today, Yamee scratched his Kuya's face over a toy.
It's so bittersweet that my babies are not babies anymore ...and a tad scary that they're growing up typical boys.

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Super losing patience and understanding for Yamee... who keeps making himself gag and barf by poking his mouth with his fingers. Grrr talaga.

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Eczema on hands = painful.
Not being able to caress my sons = more painful.

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We left you home today because you cried all night from veing over-stimulated at Play Pilipinas yesterday. You recuperated by sleeping for 3-hour stretches while we're gone.



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Yamee's recent addition to his vocabulary:
tata tu = sawsaw suka
boo = book

It's so cute when he says Boo :)

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I can't help but think sometimes that everyone should have more than one kid... if only for the wonder of having two (or more) child come from you and grow up alike, and yet so different.

It's irrational but really an exercise in amazing watching them become. I can't think of a more beautiful thing than getting to know each child for who he is, and who he's going to be.

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Never heard of the song coz am not a Springsteen fan... found the lines, got goosebumps and thought of how I want my sons to grow up as each other's keeper... and decided to scrap this.

Turns out... it's some sort of tribute to a lost brother...and no, I am not invoking that naman.



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Next week, Yamee won't really NEED my milk anymore as his main source of nourishment but I am extending breastfeeding because we could benefit from the long-term protection. Besides, it's not like it isn't rewarding.

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Hay.... it seems the birthday boy will be a very sick boy :( We're the ones denying him a bite since he's asking for everything he sees... he's had a cold for a week na, now naman coughing na...hayst

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I am not sure if I should be happy that my Bunso thought up a 'game' to play... he'll stand up then dive on me or pretend to fall on me... to make his Kuya laugh.

Somebody tell me the bruises will be worth a genius son someday... and not just another typical rough little boy like Kuya.

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You are loved... and you brought more reasons to love and be loved in our home. Happy birthday darling



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And for my bunso... we're the best chew toy ever. :)

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Only found out that, had he been alive, hubs' grandfather would have been 99 today... 1 year shy of 100. Yamee turns 1 today... and a part of me can't help but think there's some cosmic connection there somewhere.

And that would make seven 1's because our son is 1 on 11-11-11 :)

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I am so bad for not updating our blog template... Yamee reached the age of 1 without getting his picture there! But now, i'm going to be updating with a Holiday feel :)


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Just only now made the rounds of the Milk Mama entries on extended breastfeeding... also just realized how babies seem to fit their moms like a glove more when they're outside already and being breastfed... rather than when they were still kicking and stretching inside our bellies.

Everyday, I am amazed talaga at that perfect fit when Yamee and I turn to each other for nursing. He has more than doubled his length after all, but still, perfect fit :)

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Done by our neighbor, 9-year old Andee. Misspelled names aside, she actually beats me at drawing... even the Bop It toy in the background was part of the picture!

Lu, next time i'll ask her to draw me naman, hehe :)



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Life is what happens to you when you're busy making social plans.
Monday, I was down.
Today, it's the baby.

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Either Yamee had the misfortune of suffering from chicken pox vaccine side effects (lethargy, cold and cough-like symptoms) just when he's also having the roseola fever.... or he's unfortunate enough to get rashes from the chicken pox vaccine too (1 in 25).

But he's his usual happy, shrieky, combatant self again so I'm betting on roseola.(it wasn't roseola)

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Having fun working witd digiscrapping templates... Yamee's been sporting a shaved head for a week na, and hair's growing back na!



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What does this make of my son? His head is the egg?



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I have learned to embrace the color...



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Watching a still groggy, sleepy Yamee dancing just to see his shadow bounce is soooo cute...

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Can't help but wonder how many times Yamee needs to bump his head before he settles down for the night?! Five frikkin' hours ALREADY... mas matagal pa sa CS delivery ko! Na-room in ko na rin sya within that time!

Gahhhhh...

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Getting jabbed and poked by two sets of elbows and knees = bitter

Having my two boys blow raspberries on my tummy = sweet

Getting hubs to smell my tummy later = tough love

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Heard Bunso shrieking... turned out, he was wrestling with Kuya who was trying to put a clip on his nose.

Peace and quiet, where are you?

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Heard the boys giggling and thought it's because they're scaring the pigeon we rescued into running away from them. When I checked them out, found Yamee under the sofa, trying to get the pigeon ...with his older brother just laughing while egging him on.

Later on...Yakee would nearly suffocate the bird trying to feed it...while Yamee naman tries to lick its face.

Boys = stress