tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49867899912146770652024-02-20T21:07:23.437+08:00Yannis MikahMechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.comBlogger16125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-31089977149999527152015-03-07T22:52:00.000+08:002015-03-07T22:52:00.935+08:00Sorry Baby Cat, No UpdatesYou started being extra clingy after Christmas, and we thought it was because you felt threatened by Beanie, the new baby in the Arevalo family. Turns out, you have already sensed that I was pregnant. You have just grown extra clingy since... Now you are back to nuzzling my breast and insisting everytime that you are the baby cat, and you belong in my arms, in my lap.<br />
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You love milk... Your Kuya seems to have outgrown it.<br />
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You love tinola, sopas, nilaga, sinigang and the soup from mussels cooked in ginger. I will admit to cooking them with you in mind, because you always ask for second servings and always exclaim how it's your favorite. I love how appreciative you and Kuya are of my cooking.<br />
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And yes, you also love champorado.<br />
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And you have taken to our new helper like a kitten adopted... Why you'd even eat meals without us! :)<br />
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You prefer banana over all other fruits.<br />
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You wear size 29 shoes.<br />
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You insist on cuddling (cuddle-cuddle) all the time.<br />
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You tell me that I make you sad when you do not get your way.<br />
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I just threatened you of going without a meal yesterday after you threw veggies you didn't want to eat on the floor. I would have gone and made you miss a meal had you not been medicating with Prednisone.<br />
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You still tend to wake up cranky, and you still tend to be happier at night.<br />
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You still like hanging upside down on the sofa. And you look forward to learning judo, because that's what we said you'd do.<br />
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You are adding a lot now, even though I had not planned it. You even ask for more IXL time than your Kuya.<br />
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You're still really cute when you make those kawawa faces... Pappie and ai still find it gard to stop ourselves from laughing sometimes.<br />
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You can be VERY contrary sometimes... And naughty that you get Kuya crying from sheer annoyance. You have learned to tease him, he has yet to learn to ignore you. Your grandparents still tend to be partial to you, because you can stay quiet and still.<br />
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But oh gosh, Pappie and I would sometimes look at each other wondering why we ever worried about you not talking. Because darling, sometimes, you'd talk our ears off!<br />
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Pappie, bad of him, sometimes teases you for your inability to pronounce some words well... Like those with Rs.<br />
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You are still more easy to ask favors from, more eager to stay by my side to help in the kitchen. Of course, you like doing everythinb Kuya is doing and gets frustrated sometimes... But I like that you are not so rebellious about the years you have to wait to grow up.<br />
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I worry about you feeling displaced when this new baby comes, because somehow, you are sooooo attached to me. But I have faith that just like Kuya was, you will be resentful and jealous, but also loving and protective as well. I think becoming a Kuya yourself will be a great gift for you.<br />
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I love you my baby cat (who used to be Kuya's caterpillar). Stay as sweet and helpful and steady as you are. Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-18760895345837660092013-07-10T00:53:00.001+08:002013-07-10T01:00:55.096+08:00Delayed Summary for my Bunso<span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><br /></span></span>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Awww... Perstaym that Yamee said "i love mama" and "i love papa"</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Prompted by raisinets... But still.. Awww</span></span><br />
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<span style="background-color: white; font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: x-small; line-height: 18px;">One thing that really makes me super happy these days is Yamee talking more, and using words more to get his point across.</span><br />
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<span class="fbPhotoTagList" style="background-color: white; display: inline; line-height: 14px;"><span class="fcg"><span class="userContentSecondary fcg" style="line-height: 18px;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span aria-live="polite" class="fbPhotosPhotoCaption" data-ft="{"type":45}" id="fbPhotoPageCaption" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px; outline: none; width: auto;" tabindex="0"><span class="hasCaption">One of the toy sets that's mostly intact... Here he is consoling himself for being left behind by Kuya (who has swimming lessons).<br /><br />Momsy <span style="cursor: pointer;">Sonia</span>... He built that himself!</span></span><span class="fbPhotoTagList" id="fbPhotoPageTagList" style="display: inline; line-height: 14px;"><span class="fcg"> </span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">As is my habit, I tell my kids 'i love you' all the time. Over dinner last night, after eating so heartily, I told Yamee I loved him... And he promptly responded with a 'love you' reply.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">I'd have given him millions of dollars if I had any... Haha... But instead I gave him more pandan jelly. </span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Last night, in the middle of Yamee's tantrums... I insisted on 'waiting for him to calm down' while lying there beside him, conflicted on how to handle his tantrums. Sigh.</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Where can one buy a better sense of calm?</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, Times New Roman, serif; font-size: x-small;"><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">As I started tackling the peed on toys, yamee came to me clutching a bag of banana chips. I told him I'd open it later (since we just had lunch and I was busy).</span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">So... After a while, I thought to check on him and found him biting on the bag while waiting in a corner. Yup.. Like a dog, hehe. </span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Asked him, was he very hungry? He gave a loud YES. </span><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><br style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;" /><span style="background-color: white; line-height: 18px;">Sigh. He really only says yes to food.</span></span><br />
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Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-34007721473789437292013-01-29T01:35:00.001+08:002013-02-26T01:11:36.824+08:00It's 2013 and You Will Be Good<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">You are more verbal now. I think your grandpa will credit his 'project' with that... haha. Where before only I and Kuya will hear you utter a word, now you really know how to call other things and people. Like lolo. Or wiwi. Or Ice. </span></span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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But because you are not yet really conversant, I don't really know which things you already know the names for. So, I was suprised the otehr night when I realized you knew what a clock was. <br />
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You are proving to be harder to manage these days though... sometimes, you will be grabbing toys from your brother, sometimes you will wrap yourself on his leg so he can't get away. You refuse to obey commands and yet insists on doing everything for yourself.<br />
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You have a habit of pointing to yourself everytime to indicate that you want the same that Kuya is having, or you're the same that Kuya is pretending, or you want to come along.<br />
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You insist on washing your hands on your own, and I do let you climb chairs. Over the weekend, you were triumphant in your climb over the porch seats at Lolo's house. And it was amazing to watch the wonder in your eyes as you played with glow sticks (like hanging them at your feet). Truth be told though, I already spanked you and scolded you profusely (because I never needed to really hurt you, just swat at your bum to make you feel spanked and you'd be all weepy) when at 2 AM, you still refused to sleep.<br />
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Your fave sign these days? Hungry. And my gosh, sometimes, we balk at the amount of food you consume. You even prefer the garlic mayo for the Manang's chips when I couldn't stomach it. And where Kuya needs ice cream to eat the Reese's peanut butter cups, you can devour yours from the wrapper.<br />
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I love you and want to better communicate with you and understand you. I also want you safe (you insist on running with the tiger that is Kuya, and you easily end up in heaps of bumps and falls). <br />
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Miscellaneous FB updates:<br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span>Yamee fell and hit his head, partly because Kuya pushed the bed he was hanging from. As he was inconsolably crying, Kuya kept saying sorry. At a loss, Yakee started licking the back of his hand and arm... and Yamee stopped crying while watching his brother in fascination. Then he started licking his own arm and finally smiled.<br /> <br /> As I was trying not to barf, Yakee said, "Mommy, it's because we're cats, right?"</span></span></span></span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span>Yakee has been at us to get his head shaved... And I like Yamee without hair... So there!</span> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Started preparing choco giveaways as Christmas treats... my little elves helped and gave the endeavor greater meaning for me (even if it took Yamee a minute at least to ponder which chocolate ball to put in the bag each time).</span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span>Champorado with a little fresh milk and lots of powdered milk... divine.<br /> <br /> Yamee having 3 helpings of it... bad parenting on my part :D</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">( ahh, tame sila the first time. They just scattered two boxes of toys Nung second time na, Yamee was sliding down the stair rails na, dun na nag-shoot up ang temper ko <span aria-hidden="true" class="emoticon_text">:D)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span aria-hidden="true" class="emoticon_text"></span><span class="emoticon emoticon_grin"></span></span>A face only I can produce and something I cannot resist.<br /> <br /> Sleep na, Yamee!</span> <br />
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<span class="userContent">Both boys reached milestones tonight... Which ended in tears for the Bunso whose creation was knocked over by Kuya accidentally.<br /> <br /> Sigh.</span><br />
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Yamee's first time to build something that had form<br />
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<span class="userContent">Yamee will not say PLEASE but will say DIABLO. <br /> <br /> Hayst.</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Yamee didn't like hearing us call other kids as BUNSO so we gathered some of the bunsos in the family. </span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Found a note on the dining table from my Dad which said, "please don't eat, only for Yamee".<br /> <br /> I hid the note and somberly tasted the fried meat I saw... Then later on told hubs about it and how sad I was that my father could be playing favorites.<br /> <br /> Then, my Dad arrived and was all excited about the special food he left for Yamee. Then, he said that we shouldn't eat it coz it's to make Yamee talk.<br /> <br /> I froze and asked if it was the privates of a pig and my Dad said yes. Then he asked if we ate it.<br /> <br /> Suffice it to say... My father loves our youngest in an old-fashioned way, and I am a little traumatized.<br /> <br /> And weirdly enough, both boys like it.</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Yamee went missing for a while. Pappie Jojo found him crouched behind MIL's Christmas tree. When asked what he was doing there, he started brandishing and waving a knife he was holding...<br /> <br /> Making of a psycho moment... Hehe</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Pappie Jojo, Yamee is 43 duplo blocks tall.</span>Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-47965768487408984502012-11-15T02:00:00.000+08:002013-01-03T00:56:50.103+08:00You Are Now Two!<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I won't deny it, I am still talking to your angels and asking God to give you the gift of right speech. But I am still not overly concerned. It's actually funny that you're sounding out the alphabet along with Kuya and I.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">You are more given to petulance lately... and just before your birthday, you were extra hungry, clingy, needy that I thought you might be coming down with something. You have recently taken a series of minor falls that left you more offended than wounded, and you cut my yarn that I had to keep tying them together.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">You still like being read to and still adore cars... and is on a perpetual war over a certain stuffed toy dog with your Kuya. </span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">For a while, you wouldn't eat right and would just insist on throwing things and putting the bowl over your head. But I'm glad you're back to feeding yourself again most of the time. I'm glad you like your cloth diapers. I'm glad you can spray water on your own.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I'm not glad that you still generally walk around without slippers on... and would just plop on any ground when you feel like it, even if it's dirty, wet or ant-infested. You're really a boy of the earth, hehe.</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Pappie's birthday gift to you is a drum set, which you played with that first day... but haven't played with since. So, here's a pic of you enjoying the gift that first hour:</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I can't help but whisper in your ear sometimes, "what will mommy do, mommy doesn't have a baby anymore" because you are now officially a preschooler. But oh darling, you're still my baby and how bittersweet it really is to see you all grown up and coming into your own (temper, wahahaha).</span></span></div>
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I love how you'd insist that Mommy and Pappie do things for you, instead of Ate Nene and Kuya (but mind, it's very frustrating too!).</span></span></div>
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Two months from now, we will begin the parent-child program at St. Michael... and that will be the beginning of our official dates :)</span></span></div>
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">My sons are soooo lucky. They ended up getting lots of new toys from us and their grandma at the Rob Warehouse sale. So, I told Yakee we have to give away some of his old ones... aside from space issues, I don't want them to have too many toys that they're overwhelmed to do any meaningful play with any of it... and for them not to take care of them because there's so many others as backup.<br /> <br /> Good luck to not being hit by toy arrows though... because Yamee was already hitting me with the nunchaku.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">The kids enjoyed National Museum so much... because of all the parquet floors and space to run about in... and the echo. <br /> <br /> At one point, hubby had to tell other patrons that Yamee was the museum's sweeper/polisher disguised as a kid... because he LOVED rolling and sliding everywhere.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span></span>As karma to me letting our 7-year old neighbor babysit my kids for me, Yakee is now going around saying he has a crush (because neighbor girl has a crush on her friend) on his classmate too... and that Yamee has a crush on him because Bunso kissed Kuya.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Because Yamee was throwing a tantrum during lunch (and our attempts at comforting him or distracting him weren't amounting to anything), hubs and I decided we will just let him cry it out and we'd just comfort him after he's calmed down a little.<br /> <br /> Yakee came to us brandishing a wooden sword, looking very upset. Then, on the verge of tears, he said, "I am angry to you. I take care of my brother but the two of you don't."<br /> <br /> Yes.... sumbatan :D</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Two days ago, Yamee showed me his hands filled with some crinkle crumbs and was signifying they needed to be washed. I told him, "No need to wash baby, just go wipe."<br /> <br /> He immediately walked past the hand towel hanging by the fridge door and went to the mat outside the CR... and wiped his feet.<br /> <br /> Sabi ko nga!</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span>Asked hubs to get boxes from work and he also got some from MIL for our decluttering plans... but the boys have turned the balikbayan box into a slide, and the other boxes into tunnels and 'grouch' homes... <br /> <br /> so.. pano na?</span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Let's just say... you each have your own brand of naughtiness :)</span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">(I was so excited to show the boys the wooden toys... but yamee is playing with the chains and the rope that came in the box, and yakee is preoccupied with the books lang)</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">I am loving your pout baby!</span></span></div>
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<span class="userContent">Yakee put on a puppet show for us. I wasn't sure which was more wonderful... his attempts at storytelling that way, or the wonder in Yamee's eyes as he watched his Kuya.</span>Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-9466927851854060242012-10-12T03:46:00.002+08:002012-11-15T01:08:10.349+08:00Why So Cantankerous, Baby?It just occurred to me that waking up with you is very different from waking up with Kuya before. You, unfortunately, seldom LIKED waking up... was seldom in a happy mood to immediately play with me upon waking up... seldom smiles or giggles after waking up.<br />
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Usually, you'd demand for the breast again and again and again in a frustrated way until you've had enough.... or I've had enough.<br />
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But lately, you have also started switching on that naughty smile when we're already starting to rerpimand you. It is really so infinitely hard to keep scolding when you're so cute. And yes, Mommy had your head shaved again. You really just look better that way, baby.<br />
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I don't have much FB status updates involving you... but that doesn't mean you haven't grown much this past month. Your balance, for example, is a lot better now. You still take falls but a lot fewer :) You've progressed to jumping off the sofa and some stair steps too.<br />
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Sometimes, when you trip or fall, you immediately start scolding and growling at Kuya... even though most of the time it's all you. How cross you look, and how cute.<br />
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Just tonight, you pouted at Pappie with your arms on your waist/hips... haha. You like pouting... and you like Mommy doing things fory you. How you resist Pappie or Ate Nene helping you wash hands or change you when I'm around. <br />
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One very great thing is... you are more amenable to brushing your teeth now. Love it!<br />
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And you sign more... and are more verbal. Now, Pappie and Tita Grace have heard you say "aho" (taho) and "bye" and you like immitating Mommy by calling Ate Nene for me. How I really wish you will talk soon, darling, though that will also kind of make me sad because then... yet another step from babyhood will be done.<br />
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Happily, I have managed to feed you more succesfully these days. It's not that your appetite isn't there (except when you were sick, maybe) but you intend on showering yourself with the food... or throwing them at Kuya. <br />
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Sometimes, I still get exhausted when you're in that difficult mode of now knowing what you want. But all in all, you are lovable and cute and sweet. Now, you even like kissing us all one at a time, when it was very hard to prompt you to do so before.<br />
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Because I instructed Pappie to lap read to you, your drive to be read to was stimulated that you're now more able to sit through a book (but you still insist on being the one to leaf through it) and you LOVE sitting on our laps.<br />
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You still like that naming game where you point to things and expect us to label it for you. That's how I know you're making sense of this world in your own way.<br />
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You've developed a bad habit of JUST wanting to eat the icing or butter off food though... tsk tsk tsk.<br />
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You amazed me with the Tangrams because your fine motor skills are really so well developed... and you showed how you can sort things, stack things and attempt to make pictures. <br />
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One thing that distracts you and is your favorite game to play is getting me to guess which fist has whatever it is you're hiding there. Funnily though, because your fists are so small, we could sometimes see the object and you would refuse to open the fist with the object... you insist we pick the empty hand. Or,sometimes, both fists would be empty (as it turns out) because, what you want me to find is the big object in front of us... or the object is hidden under some canister or box.<br />
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You're cute that way!<br />
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Kuya has been more patient with you and I wish I can say the same thing about you... haha... but you adore your brother and still perpetually try to emulate everything he does. There were a few times though that I had to let you cry yourself to sleep (and downstairs) this month because you'd insist on playing way into the night (which doesn't help all the crankiness in the morning)... and well, it's nice to know that YOU CAN sleep on your own already.<br />
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Next month, you will already be two. Really no longer an infant nor a toddler... and I sooo, sooo love you!<br />
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Misc FB updates:<br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">After 1.5 hours of theatrics ('coz he bawled while lying on the stairs) and hysterics (I'm sure neighbors thought I had locked him up in a cage)... Yamee finally fell in an exhausted sleep.<br /> <br /> Now... I dare not transfer you to the bed lest you start wailing again.</span></span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"></span>I think I will really invest in these multi scarves just so they can play pirate and ninja in style :D</span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span><br />
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<span class="userContent">First... I heard Yamee's soft, pretend whimpering. Then, a repeated soft wailing for "Mama". When I turn to look at him, he was sitting, his back against a wall, covered all over by a blanket. <br /> <br /> If this was the first time it happened, i'd have probably screamed in fright.<br /> <br /> Talk about crazy kids :D</span><br />
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<span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent"><span class="userContent">Their current brotherly trick is jumping from the headboard of our bed together...</span><span class="userContentSecondary fcg"> </span></span></span></span><br />
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Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-33376676261147422892012-09-03T00:57:00.000+08:002012-09-03T00:57:03.690+08:00Yamee Baby: Quite ContraryHeaven knows how much I love you, Mahal... how I am struck by amazement and and a tinge of sadness every time I hold you close and realize that you're no longer a baby (but like Kuya, you'd always be MY baby). I really cannot stop myself from nuzzling your neck and hugging you, somehow hoping that time will stand still for a while, and you'd stop growing at the rate you're going.<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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I love you so much.... but I also want to just lock you in a room and have nothing to do with you at times when you're being very contrary.<br />
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I find myself selfishly praying that you'd talk already, just so I can understand better. I guess, in a way, my prayers were heard and are being answered... because you're more willing to sign now. You still don't know enough for us to communicate properly in terms of activities or meals but it's a start. And you're babbling more... and more willing to repeat some words/sounds (like Banana and Nene). Based on my non-expert opinion, I'd say your language development is behind by 6 months to a year compared to other toddlers. But much as I want you to talk already (if only to assure myself that you aren't mute nor have speech problems), I'm cool with that. It is what it is.<br />
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But you are VERY CONTRARY.<br />
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I know Kuya went through a phase like that... when you want everything and don't want everything and nothing I can do can please you. But Kuya didn't start and end our days with tantrums. Bedtime is sometimes a battleground between us... and I sometimes can't help myself being cross for the better part of the morning because you chose to kick and scream and whine upon waking up.<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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You hate it when Kuya demands a toy back. You hate it when Kuya wants the toy that you got. You hate it when Kuya leaves without you. You hate it when Kuya goes first on something.<br />
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BUT you are now Kuya's true-blue playmate. In fact, Kuya earlier told me that I got pregnant because he asked God for a playmate. <br />
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And you're always easy to, and eager to share.<br />
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And your fave imaginative play is going around pretending to get things and put them somewhere (like in a bag, or your mouth).<br />
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We bought you a notebook of your own when you kept trying to be allowed to use Kuya's notebook... but you didn't like the new notebook and preferred the BIG scratch book. <br />
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Your method of saying hello to our plants is to try and pull them (you killed two mongo plants the minute we got back home). <br />
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When you're being naughty... your father sometimes can't help but burst into laughter because you either look soooo much like me, or sooo much like your grandpa. <br />
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And you attract insects like crazy... you have so many itchies on your legs (which you scratch) and arms and legs, you look like you're a streetchild :D<br />
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And man... your appetite for meat and strong flavors is a little disgusting for me (tomato and garlic dip, and you try to drink it! ewww).<br />
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And I thank God that I have finally figured out how to brush your teeth properly... I let you brush me while I brush you. That's the only way where you'll allow me to really clean your mouth.<br />
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I love you Yamee... I have told hubs that IF we have another child... I really want it to be a girl, not just because I want a girl, but because I want you to be BUNSO forevermore. The girl will be PRINSESA :)<br />
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Miscellaneous FB updates:<br />
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<span class="userContent">Upon seeing what looked like a baby centipede, Yamee's initial reaction was to mock-eat it off the floor.<br /> <br /> Suffice it to say, I felt weepy inside and asked God again why He gave me boys.</span><br />
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Yamee... on the other hand, has just shown me that he can sort Lego blocks by color :) And line them too! (posted Aug. 23)<br /> <br /> YES... all the bumps and falls and crashes didn't damage their brains!<br />
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<span class="userContent">Biruin mo... same face shape :D<br /> <br /> (but Bunso isn't happy you have a baby girl in your arms, mahal kong Jojo)</span><br />
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<span class="userContent">Yakee to Yamee: If you cannot sign or talk, I will not let you borrow my toys.<br /> <br /> tsk. pressure!</span><br />
<span class="userContent">(and your expression showed you understood that Kuya was asking you to do something you still cannot do... awww)</span>Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-51664804747324879542012-08-05T04:08:00.001+08:002012-09-02T23:31:01.350+08:00Growing IndependentJust a few days shy of being a year and 9-months old, you're still not talking. But you've grown very self-sufficient... automatically cleaning up after making a mess, climbing shelves to get to pens, bring cups and glasses to me at the sink and packing away after you're done with something. <br />
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You love the photo album... and love getting us to tell you whatever it is you're pointing at in the album or in books. Now, you also sorta pretend to take your turn being read to at bedtime.<br />
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You still love meat... and just last dinner time, feasted on pickles. You also love sauces and dips.<br />
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You like fine motor stuff... pasting things, sorting, doodling... but you can also spend a long time just sliding down the sofa bed, or running around, or exercising with us. It's so cute when you try to jump (and you can, with two feet).<br />
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You've also developed this affected big hug for every person that arrives... hehe... which is really sweet. And it's still really hard correcting and scolding you because your lips still quiver, and you bow your head as if you're the most pitiful sight in the whole wide world... then siddle up for a hug.<br />
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In your father's own words... you're such a character!<br />
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Here are my FB alerts about you since the last update:<br />
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Lolo... do you know, I love crabs :)<br />
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great, Yamee just ate dust off the aircon<br />
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Great.<br />
At one year amd eight months, Yamee can hitch himself up over the stair railing and slide down all by himself ... and all in pursuit of doing everything his older brother does.<br />
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Kuya is a clapping mess of proud.<br />
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The parents cannot quite afford to be.<br />
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Stress. (July 17, day of the fall)<br />
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Babies sure grow up soooo fast...<br />
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Hubby <a data-hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1426990419" href="https://www.facebook.com/jojo.arevalo.iii">Jojo</a> reinforced some things in Yamee because he found it cute. So, now, Yamee walks around with puckered lips (nguso) and crossing his arms on his chest when he doesn't like something.<br />
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Paluin ko tatay, no?<br />
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Yamee was his usual exploring self when we heard a rattling/shaking sound... when we looked at him, we saw that he was shaking this canister where Jojo was collecting his kidney stones. Bwahahahaha<br />
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more on your fall:<br />
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It was like slow motion for me, because somehow, you did land on every step... which was why, even though I felt all kinds of bad and scared, I also knew you couldn't be seriously hurt. You didn't fly off the stairs, you rolled down.<br />
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You cried, I held you, breastfed you, and within 2-3 minutes, you unlatched and proceeded to continue playing.... as if nothing happened. That was another sign for me that you weren't seriously hurt. Your late-night cryings lasted longer than that one.<br />
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And then at the hospital... you were dancing and exploring and really playful and pa-cute. <br />
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Thank you Baby, for being ok after that fall!Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-42771391976115713122012-06-14T01:17:00.000+08:002012-06-14T01:17:34.508+08:00Master ImmitatorDarling, there are no words to describe how much I adore your pursed lips when you're concentrating on your play, and how I'd laugh inside when you cry because the play dough containers wouldn't stay stacked... or when you feed yourself or prompt me to feed you MY peanut butter sandwich... <br />
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Lately, you're obssessed with putting lotion on your tummy... and my tummy. Obssessed with bottles with caps too. And immitating everything your Kuya does, like climbing stairs (and I don't mean the steps), jumping off ledges and just allowing yourself to take a tumble.<br />
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Yesterday, Kuya and I were over the moon when you immitated us as we sang "open and shut" for you. <br />
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You are so cute, so lovabale, so you.<br />
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And I am still the center of your world. Once, I got upset and scolded you for dropping the remote for the nth time, and your lips started quivering and it sunk in that Mommy meant business. Your father was ready to play good cop but you rushed to me with open arms and cried within the folds of my shorts. And that is why, I rain kisses on you...<br />
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Kuya's back to school and I relish all the mornings we'd have to ourselves. I am looking forward to getting to know you more, without Kuya competing for attention, and without me competing for attention with Kuya. <br />
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And one thing that I really appreciate is that it is easy to ask things from you... hopefully, Kuya fully realizes that so that there'd be no more grabbing from his end, and tears from you.<br />
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(Yes, I still wish you'd start talking already but I am not really worried. In a way, I love just watching you.)<br />
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Miscellaneous FB updates:<br />
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After repeatedly banging his head lightly on the bed railing, Yamee is now mock-crying.<br /> <br /> He is scaring me with this glimpse of things to come.<br />
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I feel like the pied piper when I sing and the boys start packing away as if they can't help it... haha.<br />
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At bedtime these days, I'd have a son who'd talk to himself till he falls asleep... and another one who 'practices' crying while nursing.<br />
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How do I stop rough play, when both boys are screaming with glee? STRESS. (because you keep hitting your head on the wall or falling off the bed, or you keep jumping on Kuya's back)Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-84079856744461334172012-05-24T02:14:00.000+08:002012-05-24T02:14:18.687+08:00Flexing AbilitiesLast week, you went through three consecutive days of bad falls... mostly because you like jumping off the bed now or sliding down the sofa back rest. But for what it's worth, despite the tears, you were also always more upset that we're not letting you 'go back on the horse' :)<br />
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And, you can go down the stairs now really well... that I need not worry that much.<br />
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Unfortunately, with you flexing your arms and pushing your limits, meal times are proving to be a struggle lately since you're more intent on showering the dining area with food... which is really a no-no.<br />
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I love that you generally acquired the habit of packing away, especially when Mommy and Kuya are singing you the song. <br />
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You love showing me things, playing with coins and having shoes on. And just seeing anyone put on proper clothing gets you waiting by the door, ready to go, even if you're not coming along.<br />
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At swim class though... you're such a baby that you wouldn't respond to the teacher's cues. It took you up to the 5th class to even warm up enough to smile. And you're only just kicking and splashing the water (in public). You love it though when you're with Kuya and even jumped off a ledge on your own at the baby pool, immitating the big boys.<br />
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Your charisma is undeniable... people are just drawn to you, even other young boys. <br />
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And forgive me if, when I scold you sometimes, I love watching your lips go a-quiver with your head bent, trying your best not to cry. Hay darling, you are too cute! And I think you're getting sick that Mommy is always kissing you and squeezing you close... but you see, you're really becoming less and less a baby and more and more a little boy... just like Kuya. <br />
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I love it that you signal when you're about to poop.. which should really get me started on potty training you. We might as well save big bucks there, right? Unfortunately, you would still pee on the bed with narry a care if left without a diaper.<br />
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Your favorite game to play with Kuya? Pretending to be a ghost (complete with bedcover or blanket on you) while going after your older brother. And messing with the play dough.<br />
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You're exploring now, testing your boundaries and getting to know the world. I hope Kuya and I are showing you how magical it is... and that you're learning to trust your body :)<br />
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My FB updates about you since Feb 1:<br />
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Hay... the son I thought just wanted me close turned out to be doodling all over my arms and clothes pala.<br />
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With a purple permanent marker to boot!<br />
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Yamee!!!<br />
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I will gush because I really, really love this shot I took... that face!!! <br />
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I must have done something good :)<span class="fcg"> </span><br />
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Waking up, Yakee wanted to just cuddle with me. Yamee woke up, saw us, and immediately hit his brother. Thus, our morning has been a series of fights between the two... and I am wondering which ones I lock up inside a room, them or me.<br />
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Sigh.<br />
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But having more than one child really gets a parent appreciating what "unique" and "individual" means.<br />
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The second time we met, I took Pappie Jojo here... almost 6 years after, we got married in the small chapel here. <br />
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Now... it's the place to bring our energetic sons to. <br />
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Suffice it to say that Paco Park will always be magical for us...<span class="fcg"> </span><br />
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Yamee just played pretend ...preparing food and eating, that is. Arevalo talaga!<br />
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We greatly appreciate the loot sent through this box, Lola, Lolo and Ninang XiAh ... but the box is really the priceless gift... we keep having a grand time because of it!<br />
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- Yakee and Yamee<br />
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I believe this is the first time that Yamee kissed anyone of his own volition... and he chose to kiss his brother. <br />
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I told Yakee.."see Kuya, I think Yamee kissed you first because he loves you best" to which my eldest replied, "yes, he loves me because I share my toys" :) *March 11*<br />
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Tita XiAh, here's a picture to hurry you in going back to the Philippines. Don't let us keep growing pogi without you... Ice, Yakee and Yamee :)<span class="fcg"> </span><br />
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Had to console two crying boys... Yamee bit his Kuya, enough to scrape some skin.<br />
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Great. Both boys eperimenting on how to break the electric fan through the use of paper, small toys, pens, etc.<br />
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I am a true-blue Arevalo. More meat please!<span class="fcg"> </span><br />
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Ninang Josephine, sinamantala ni Mommy na hindi ka na makakakontra sa gupit na gusto nya para sa'min... pero bagay naman diba? In love ka pa din? :)<span class="fcg"> </span><br />
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STRESS... Yakee inserted a bead he found in a nostril and was showing off to Yamee... and it got stuck.<br />
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The mom in me was super upset as I was trying to get it out... but I also couldn't help but remember someone I knew whose son inserted a battery up his nose, so I also couldn't help but laugh at how typical this incident is... so Yakee also kept laughing while crying as I pushed the bead out.<br />
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Hay Pappie Jojo... your sons ha!<br />
(I say sons 'coz Yamee just wrote on his face again... May 9)<br />
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Teaching Yamee the parts of the face is an exercise in icky... for me.<br />
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He can't seem to point to his nose without having to insert a finger in a nostril (and because I don't want to reinforce, I ignore) but when we move to our lips, he insists on putting his finger in my mouth. <br />
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And so, I quit. :D<br />
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The best happy problem in the world for a mom... having your boys compete for reading time with you.<br />
(but mostly you just like pointing at pictures... I know you're trying to tell me something about them and i'm just sorry I don't understand you that well yet)<br />
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Scary Crazy.<br />
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Yamee wound the bedcover around him and just sat by the wall... we just saw him rocking himself there, waiting for us to find him funny. After that, he chased his older brother around with the bedsheet still covering him, playing ghost. <br />
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Yamee found some rubber part from I don't know where... and happily showed me how he managed to stick it up his nose. <br />
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His brother's brother indeed.<br />
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(it turned out to be part of your father's earphones... hehe)Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-90614342631125042732012-02-01T00:46:00.000+08:002012-02-01T00:46:38.244+08:00Separation Anxiety and YouNobody should be surprised that you're more attached to me. But lately, it can sometimes take on wailing proportions that result in vomit... to think I'm leaving you with your father, and I was only going downstairs to pee... or store milk in the other house.<br />
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You are finding more ways to navigate barriers, and are far too eager to emulate your older brother in scaling the stairs however way you can... even if you go climbing and hanging like a monkey... much to our stress.<br />
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You're growing sweet... would even let complete strangers hold you, and you'd be so huggy in their arms, as if you're going to sleep there. You know your extended family and would sometimes choose Momsy over me, only because she brings you outdoors.<br />
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And gosh... how you love being outside. And how crazy you can get with animals. You are like your Kuya that way.<br />
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Sometimes, you make sounds that sound like words... but it's weird that the most distinct I hear (aside from Mama and Dede) is WATER :) <br />
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This afternoon, you alternated on breast milk and pomelo... and insisted on having more pomelo after dinner. But you said NO to ice cream... which was a relief because it implied that you're into FOOD, not just sweets.<br />
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Your next blood extraction is coming up, baby... and I am worried. I really hope your blood results will be more normal now.<br />
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And by the way, I really pray you would stop hitting people in fun or when you feel threatened... especially Kuya. I know he's not perfect but he's trying... and I am raising him to love you more than he loves us. That's the way it should be, baby. <br />
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I kiss you more and more (and your paternal Lolo loves 'nibbling' on your ear!) because you may really be our last baby... and sigh, you're not really a baby anymore. Why, just this afternoon, you've rejected two pairs of slippers and insisted on your old ones... even if your feet is bigger than the shoes. <br />
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Oh... finally, you are growing your 7th tooth!<br />
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My FB alerts of you this month:<br />
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First time Yakee cried because Yamee bit him. <br />
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Good luck to us all when Yamee finally gets all of his teeth.<br />
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Stress.<br />
Yamee treating the mayo as lotion and slathering it onto his body.<br />
And treating lotion as mayo, and eating it.<br />
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On my way home yesterday, I was finally able to text back and forth with hubs. He texted me about a fire near our street. I asked him if Yamee finished all my expressed milk. He told me he hasn't given it to our child so I told him it would go to waste. Then he texted me, "I tell you about a fire, and you're worried about your milk?" <br />
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Only breastfeeding moms will understand :D<br />
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(I normally throw kasi BM after 3 days if unused... and the next time i'd be gone will be Thursday pa. I seldom freeze kasi (old ref, need to defrost every week or so), and I hated knowing my bunso went w/o my milk the whole time I was gone :D)Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-25896886475048968962012-01-06T08:02:00.000+08:002012-01-06T08:02:11.691+08:00It's 2012, and You Will Learn to TalkYou like tumbling down... and I suspect, you allow your body to exaggerate your falls. I don't know why, you're weird that way.<br />
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Yesterday, you fell off the bed again... upset that I had to assist Kuya to pee, you kept on rolling till you fell. Howell.<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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Love you, baby. Here are my FB updates concerning you for the past 4 months:<br />
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I was dancing to ColorMe Badd's "I Wanna Sex You Up" and my friend Gaget told hubs "Lagot ka pag-uwi nyo!"<br />
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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. <br />
* I swear*<br />
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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.<br />
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taken at madame tussauds (hk)... kanino kaya nagmana? hmm... <br />
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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.<br />
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yan ang happy baby! may liyad factor pa <br />
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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.<br />
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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....<br />
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God...grant me double the patience for my sons ... and acceptance of things I cannot change ...<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
Today, Yamee scratched his Kuya's face over a toy.<br />
It's so bittersweet that my babies are not babies anymore ...and a tad scary that they're growing up typical boys.<br />
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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.<br />
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Eczema on hands = painful.<br />
Not being able to caress my sons = more painful.<br />
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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.<br />
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Yamee's recent addition to his vocabulary:<br />
tata tu = sawsaw suka<br />
boo = book <br />
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It's so cute when he says Boo :)<br />
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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.<br />
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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.<br />
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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. <br />
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Turns out... it's some sort of tribute to a lost brother...and no, I am not invoking that naman.<br />
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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.<br />
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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<br />
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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. <br />
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Somebody tell me the bruises will be worth a genius son someday... and not just another typical rough little boy like Kuya.<br />
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You are loved... and you brought more reasons to love and be loved in our home. Happy birthday darling<br />
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And for my bunso... we're the best chew toy ever. :)<br />
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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.<br />
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And that would make seven 1's because our son is 1 on 11-11-11 :)<br />
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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 :)<br />
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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. <br />
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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 :)<br />
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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!<br />
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Lu, next time i'll ask her to draw me naman, hehe :)<br />
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Life is what happens to you when you're busy making social plans. <br />
Monday, I was down. <br />
Today, it's the baby.<br />
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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).<br />
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But he's his usual happy, shrieky, combatant self again so I'm betting on roseola.(it wasn't roseola)<br />
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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!<br />
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What does this make of my son? His head is the egg?<br />
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I have learned to embrace the color... <br />
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Watching a still groggy, sleepy Yamee dancing just to see his shadow bounce is soooo cute...<br />
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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!<br />
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Gahhhhh...<br />
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Getting jabbed and poked by two sets of elbows and knees = bitter<br />
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Having my two boys blow raspberries on my tummy = sweet<br />
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Getting hubs to smell my tummy later = tough love<br />
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Heard Bunso shrieking... turned out, he was wrestling with Kuya who was trying to put a clip on his nose. <br />
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Peace and quiet, where are you?<br />
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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.<br />
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Later on...Yakee would nearly suffocate the bird trying to feed it...while Yamee naman tries to lick its face.<br />
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Boys = stressMechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-8061437265146130542011-09-02T23:54:00.002+08:002011-09-03T01:00:43.136+08:00Lotsa Bumps, Lotsa FallsYesterday, you attempted climbing the stair steps.<br />
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You are always trying to stand up and love crawl-climbing the bed.<br />
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You also end up bumping your head lots of times now, or eager to get something, end up falling off the sofa bed or miscalculating your lunge. <br />
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You like trying to scare off your older brother by a scream.... or making properties and territories by screaming. Sometimes, when Kuya sees you going after his chair, he'd get it, and you'll start screaming at him with teeth clenched. <br />
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And yes, everything your Kuya is using, playing with, or just anything that's near him... you want.<br />
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You have lost most of your eppetite. Where before, we could fill your plate with food, now, we have to settle for a few bites here and there. I hope it's because you've been teething and has gotten sick a few times. <br />
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You tend to be surly, especially in the afternoon. But at night, you're usually a gleeful boy. And usually, you get fussy around the time a month ends/begins... fussy enough for me to put you sleep downstairs so we don't disturb your brother and father.<br />
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You are the apple of your grandfathers' eyes... they both say you're their favorite, and I think you know it.<br />
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You can be such a drama queen sometimes... typical of the baby in the family where you pretend to cry, or use crying as a weapon against your brother, or would wail for effect.<br />
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You really look a lot like me and Lolo Buboy... but I see a lot of Pyro in you too, esply with the gaps in your teeth.<br />
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You started standing by supporting yourself on your own before you turned 9 months. That had me surprised because I didn't expect you to try standing so soon.<br />
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When upset or happy, you babble "a-ti-ti-ti-ti" and would call out "mama" when you want me or feel needy.<br />
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Despite seeing you as competition, your Kuya still refuses to 'let others take you away' :)<br />
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I heard you wheeze while breathing today... and I'm sad. 3rd day into nebulizing you and I hear that... I don't want you to have asthma.<br />
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Miscellaneous FB Updates:<br />
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Yey... Yamee just gnawed his toe kanina. hehe.<br />
May 2<br />
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cannot invoke "I just gave birth" as an excuse for all the flab anymore... 'coz Yamee is now six months old! :)<br />
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watching Yamee try to catch bubbles is an exercise in AMAZING :)<br />
watching him try eating them... an exercise in futility :D<br />
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watching a baby scratch his head or pull his hair... adorable!<br />
having him try and eat your hair... ewww!<br />
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In the midst of invoking will power that antihistamines will be enough for my allergy attack last night, Yamee learned to slam his face on the bed and giggle over that. My morbid thought was, "Heck, at least the brothers are amusing each other as I go."<br />
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I am just thankful this allergy attack was a mild and slow-acting one, puffed eyes and all.<br />
May 20<br />
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The other day I was aghast to see Yakee hitting Yamee on the chest. When I asked him why he's angry, he said, "Yamee kicked me on the face." *oh gosh, start of my referee-ing days*<br />
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If it's really the end of the world at 6 PM today... one thing that I think will sadden me for sure is not having seen Yamee walk. Since the baby is my spitting image, I wanna see if he walks like a duck like me too :D<br />
May 21<br />
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We are naturally attracted to power. Case in point: Yamee will start kicking and gurgling with excitement, sometimes even really crawl, for our drab-looking, gray-colored TV remote... but NR ever for his plushies and rattles.<br />
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I have been feeling it for a while now but it was only tonight that it finally erupted for some visual proof... Yamee has one tooth! Good luck nga lang seeing it for he guards it so well with his tongue :D<br />
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wanted to sleep but Yamee had udder plans...<br />
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One of the perks of being a sahm is waking up and being given that smile as if you're the most beautiful thing in the planet... everyday... I am missing it though because even before Yamee can smile at me that way, his Kuya has already dived and gigil-d him.<br />
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yakee put the ribbon on, pirate daw sya. i don't know how... haha. then yamee wanted the ribbon too.<br />
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lagot tayo kay pappie.. but at least, if we have a girl, hindi naman pala masagwa :D<br />
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while kissing Yamee's feet<br />
Yakee: "Mmmm, the best brother in the world Mommy"<br />
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super tender moment sana if he didn't also just wake the best brother :D<br />
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It's bittersweet that you are now 7 months old.. where has our baby gone? But we love you and we just know it, you'll learn to talk earlier than you'll walk :D<br />
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Amazing to see Yamee already knowing how to hide in my arms when he's playing with Yakee. But nothing is more amazing than waking up together, the three of us, and smiling as I watch the brothers turn to each other to grin at each other. *bliss*<br />
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My son is trying to exert ownership and it's cute... but sorry darling Yamee, the bike ain't yours. The guitar too. And all remotes are mine :p<br />
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ang prob na lang.... we went so organic, you don't like jarred baby food... argh<br />
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Is really wondering how Yamee can grind his teeth, when he only has two teeth in his lower gums and they're just sprouting pa lang. I can't help but wince whenever I hear his grinding noises eh. Sus.<br />
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These days always find Yamee gleeful, like a pirate over stolen treasure, over some forbidden something he's managed to grab or crawl to. Heaven help me, I have another typical boy. *when he woke up, he turned to Yakee and babbled, "Ey, kh-ya"*<br />
July 29<br />
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Train your baby to master crawling... set him after an ant :) <br />
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Labyu, demanding Yamee!<br />
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This week... I have to bring Yamee for an allergy consult; attend my first PTA meeting; celebrate that our bunso is 9 months old already; finalize HK IT and lists; support LATCH at the All About Baby Fair.. and hopefully buy more Eden stuff (right Jojo?) :D<br />
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Put this way... I am reminded again of how blessed I am.<br />
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Yamee on a walker means a lot of things crashing on the floor... and a very stressed Yakee over his toys.<br />
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... only 3 more months and it's your birthday already baby... and Mommy still hasn't done anything for it! Meanwhile, thank you for letting us all sleep last night, eventhoough you had a bad cold too. Love you<br />
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Pedia ok'd ice cream for the wee one... for his teething woes :D Guess who's eating ice cream though...<br />
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After caring for Yakee to get better... Yamee naman. Just told hubs I really don't want a 3rd child na 'coz we're a bad, allergic combination. *exhausted mode*<br />
Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-30855538507591965142011-05-01T01:16:00.000+08:002011-05-01T01:16:44.582+08:00Giggly, Antsy BoyYour changing routine is affecting us all. You have started doing the around-the-world thing in our bed and would even sometimes start kicking your father, every 30 minutes, in your sleep. <br />
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From a very happy baby, you are now always all kinds of antsy. I have started bathing you twice a day just to keep you comfy... something I wasn't doing before because you seemed to catch colds easily.<br />
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Your first visit to a pedia for a consultation that isn't scheduled is to have rashes on your chest checked. The pedia said it's skin asthma and prescribed ointments. Like what I said, I decided to just bathe you twice a day instead. <br />
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You laugh like a loon. Just today/yesterday, you woke up Tito Jun with your shrieky laughter. You also like shrieking/screaming... and I hope that's because Kuya is loud and not because Mommy's always angry.<br />
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You fell in love with your Tita Maricel... and would even appeal to be held by her when you saw her on webcam! You'd sleep so easily every time she holds you. <br />
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You love the sling and would also sleep within minutes of being placed there. And I was able to put there in the kangaroo carry! <br />
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It's only recently that you've started to almost really sit without support (so I haven't really used the bath chair on you), and not yet doing it on your own. You like turning over and you can also sort of crawl now. Maybe I should put you on paces and make you go after toys. But... which toy? :)<br />
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Like your Kuya, we're not following the pedia's instructions. You eat every other day now... because I can't stand the piteosuly hungry look and exclamations you give when we put you in the rocker to watch us eat our meal. So far, you have had squash and rice cereal. All organic, baby :) If you're going to be fat, you're going to be fat eating veggies!<br />
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<b>Miscellaneous FB status about you:<br />
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has quite forgotten how truly amazing it is to watch a person unfold from a baby, and how truly wonderful it is to wake up to smiles filled with nothing but love... to be deemed perfect and beautiful.... makes me reconsider having a 3rd child, haha<br />
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una kitang pinagnasaan<br />
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can't believe Yamee will be 4 months old already tomorrow... shucks, soon, he's getting married na :( *waaahhh*<br />
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Me: Yakee, please tell Yamee (who is gnawing on her arm) that Mommy is not food.<br />
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Yakee: No, Mommy, it's ok. He's just practicing.<br />
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Yakee has been telling Pappie that he's angry with me because I'm always taking care of Yamee. Don't know what to do with the information since I feel it's my duty to give as much caring to Yamee as I did with Yakee... plus, Yamee keeps on crying from being woken up or gigil by Kuya. *disaster*<br />
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Yamee is such a happy baby, despite barfing thrice, pooping once and no sleep since 9 PM. *exhaustion*<br />
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last attempt at a Milkaholic pic coz all their shirts are getting small for them na<br />
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Everytime nobody isn't looking, Yamee rolls over. Sniff, my bunso is becoming less and less of a baby everyday... smelling less like a baby too (with all that drool on his face, fingers, neck, all the pillows and beddings...) :D<br />
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was going thru the boys' clothes.<br />
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Ackkk... Yamee has these cute Zara polos na for 3-6 months pala from Sancha Arevalo. I thought kasi for 6-9 months so I wasn't putting them out for use. Eh Yamee's turning 5 months na... *disaster*<br />
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knows Yamee didn't mean anything by it, but to actually hear "Momma" from his lips was like a ton of white chocolate *sweet* (Apr. 07)<br />
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finds herself calling Yamee 'Yamnyoy' a lot lately... when she didn't really like Yakee's take on his brother's nickname before... mainly because Yamee is turning 5 months old in 3 days... and it's soooo bittersweet how time flies when you're raising sons.<br />
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5 months old today... already likes splashing water on his own... always playing with saliva and blowing raspberries (spitting too)... always sad when we're eating and not giving him any... his Kuya's biggest fan!<br />
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Oh gosh... sana lang 15 yrs from now, there won't be a pic like this... where Yakee's grinning as he puffs on a ciggy... and Yamee is trying to light up his *arrghhh*<br />
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Yesterday, my son started repeatedly hitting my arms because I refused to give him a cookie. Complete with shrieks & screams! And I am referring to Yamee. *disaster* (april 13, 2011)<br />
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was looking forward to adoration only a baby can give to its Mom... alas, though, Yakee is the apple of Yamee's eyes! Hirit naman ni Pappie, "so dapat talaga magka-girl tayo para may fan naman ako?"<br />
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has to believe that she has what it takes to parent her cantankerous 5-mo old and spirited 3-yr old. *sigh*<br />
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Yamee is such an Arevalo here. Proud of Yakee for being so supportive and happy for his younger bro. Sorry Bel Amante- Aurelio, kulit ni Jojo Arevalo eh. <br />
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Wet spots on the bed? Yamee. Scattered toys on the floor? Yakee. But the time when i'd have to really guess who did what and both boys denying everything is coming oh so soon.<br />
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thinks its actually a little pitiful that Yamee keeps trying to eat the corn print on the rocker whenever he's there. Talk about PG :DMechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-66238819223252946042011-03-04T09:10:00.000+08:002011-03-04T09:10:31.778+08:00Barfy BoyYou got a fever last Saturday... the first time you were sick. You have also been a lot fussy the day and night before that. I tried giving you Tempra when your fever reached 38 degrees but you barfed it out, along with milk inside you. I tried giving you again but you barfed again. So we took you to a pedia who prescribed paracetamol suppositories.<br />
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You did not get a fever again. You're still a lot fussy though. I think you may be teething, and that you're the kind of baby who fusses about it... unlike Kuya.<br />
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And you also don't like Ferlin. You barfed again when I gave it to you. Sigh.<br />
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Miscellaneous FB updates:<br />
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finds it funny that Yamee is telling her which boobie is due by the fist he's gnawing<br />
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Yakee helped Yamee roll on his front, unbeknownst to me. Seeing his baby brother wriggle like that while supporting his head, Yakee shouted, "Look Mommy look, he's a caterpillar!"<br />
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is listing down the possible kid guests in Yamee's future bday party... ampff, 40 na and am not even thru, haha, mag HK na lang nga kaya kami :D<br />
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Nothing beats waking up to a smiling infant... eventhough he can't see you that well yet. He knows it's you anyway.<br />
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Happy Year of the Rabbit!!!<br />
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Kinda bittersweet that Yamee is now three months old. Soon, he will be eating and crawling and sitting and all na!<br />
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just got back an hour ago from Midnight Mercato... w/ Yamee interested in the Manang's chicken we were eating (Feb 20)<br />
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was so happy grocery shopping with Yamee in my sling, my back and arms was spared.... but sad that Pappie will be gone for 5 days... thank goodness he's leaving me with a lot of Lindor, I can miss him with chocolates<br />
27 FebruaryMechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-55176881501984603962011-01-20T03:51:00.000+08:002011-01-20T03:51:18.303+08:00UpdatesThere's really not much you do yet, except sleep and feed. But lately, you've been mastering the art of thumbsucking but you're still failing miserably. I find it funny how you'd get upset because you cannot put a finger in your mouth properly and when you do, it turns out that it's still not what you want.<br />
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You're chugging 4 ounces from a feeding bottle already when am away. And happily enough, no more gas from bottlefeeding. You're also getting used to sleeping beside Kuya and do not mind much when he's all gigil on you.<br />
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You still look a lot like him, it's really like deja vu all the time. Oh, but you still sound like a cat and Kuya never did. And you like having conversations now, which makes everyone just really adore you.Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4986789991214677065.post-24904352676520102302010-12-20T03:00:00.000+08:002010-12-20T03:11:11.084+08:00You, So FarYou look a lot like your Kuya... and not. Your nose is bigger/higher but your mouth is smaller. Kuya's mouth is fuller and his nose smaller.<br />
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I think your face is much more expressive though. I seriously want to record your quivering chin on video, usually occurring when you cry. I just hope you won't use that to get your way as you grow up. Hehe.<br />
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Many are saying they expect you'd take after your father: round and with his appetite. <br />
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You don't need to be danced nor even bounced to be calmed, but you also like being held so much. Oh, and you make all these little grunts and whines as you sleep, it's as good as crying for I never know when it will transition into a full blown wail... and much as I resent your brother and father for being able to sleep, I also hate them being woken up. <br />
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You have a ghost of a pair of dimples on your cheeks.<br />
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And I've managed to make three fingers from your right hand bleed while clipping your nails. Weird, when I did it so perfectly the first time.<br />
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Dr. Mantaring said you're gaining weight almost 3x than the normal weight gain by newborns. Your Kuya was the same but you do look more rounder. <br />
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Oh, and you were out for 5 our of 7 days last week. You even breastfed at the bus station.<br />
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You almost fell thrice because you rolled at the most inopportune of times in my arms, and another time, on your pillow. I really must wear you now.<br />
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It's not the first time, but it's the longest I've heard you giggle in your sleep. I think I've heard you giggle three times already. <br />
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And we just really, really, really love you to pieces. <br />
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Miscellanous FB statuses concerning you:<br />
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~ believes that you can't be really rich if you cannot sleep. And right now, Yamee must be one of the wealthiest people on earth...<br />
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~ Yakee: No, Pappie, that's not a fart. That's a FROG. (after Pappie told Yakee that Yamee is farting)<br />
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~ "Arrgh... the brothers keep pooping together! And just when am about to pump!!!"<br />
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~ shares (overhearing Yamee crying at the other house) Yakee: "Mommy, get Yamee! Take care of him, Mommy, please, please."<br />
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~ hopes that the brothers who poop together, grow up loving each other :D<br />
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~ is suddenly stressed... got to start planning Yamee's baptism! Yikes, yikes.<br />
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~ is getting frustrated with non-voracious newborn...<br />
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~ has quite forgotten how you could lose an entire day just watching a newborn sleep... or how you could lose yourself falling in love<br />
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~ thanks everybody with hubs Jojo Arevalo for the good wishes, prayers, cheers and general excitement with us. We are now officially sleep-deprived. Having difficulty recovering but Yamee is healthy and Yakee still loves us. hehe.<br />
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also check <a href="http://blogniyakee.blogspot.com/2010/11/yakee-as-big-brother.html">Yakee as big brother</a>Mechttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02655153874550285916noreply@blogger.com0