Growing Independent

Just 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.

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.

You still love meat... and just last dinner time, feasted on pickles. You also love sauces and dips.

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).

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.

In your father's own words... you're such a character!

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Here are my FB alerts about you since the last update:

Lolo... do you know, I love crabs :)

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great, Yamee just ate dust off the aircon

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Great.
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.

Kuya is a clapping mess of proud.

The parents cannot quite afford to be.

Stress. (July 17, day of the fall)

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Babies sure grow up soooo fast...



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Hubby Jojo 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.

Paluin ko tatay, no?

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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

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more on your fall:

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.

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.

And then at the hospital... you were dancing and exploring and really playful and pa-cute.

Thank you Baby, for being ok after that fall!

Master Immitator

Darling, 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...

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.

Yesterday, Kuya and I were over the moon when you immitated us as we sang "open and shut" for you.

You are so cute, so lovabale, so you.

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...

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.

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.

(Yes, I still wish you'd start talking already but I am not really worried. In a way, I love just watching you.)


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Miscellaneous FB updates:

After repeatedly banging his head lightly on the bed railing, Yamee is now mock-crying.

He is scaring me with this glimpse of things to come.

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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.

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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.

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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)

Flexing Abilities

Last 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' :)

And, you can go down the stairs now really well... that I need not worry that much.

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.

I love that you generally acquired the habit of packing away, especially when Mommy and Kuya are singing you the song.

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.

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.

Your charisma is undeniable... people are just drawn to you, even other young boys.

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.

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.

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.

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 :)

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My FB updates about you since Feb 1:

Hay... the son I thought just wanted me close turned out to be doodling all over my arms and clothes pala.

With a purple permanent marker to boot!

Yamee!!!

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I will gush because I really, really love this shot I took... that face!!!

I must have done something good :)

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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.

Sigh.

But having more than one child really gets a parent appreciating what "unique" and "individual" means.

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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.

Now... it's the place to bring our energetic sons to.

Suffice it to say that Paco Park will always be magical for us...

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Yamee just played pretend ...preparing food and eating, that is. Arevalo talaga!

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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!

- Yakee and Yamee

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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.

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*

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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 :)

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Had to console two crying boys... Yamee bit his Kuya, enough to scrape some skin.

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Great. Both boys eperimenting on how to break the electric fan through the use of paper, small toys, pens, etc.

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I am a true-blue Arevalo. More meat please!

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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? :)

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STRESS... Yakee inserted a bead he found in a nostril and was showing off to Yamee... and it got stuck.

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.

Hay Pappie Jojo... your sons ha!
(I say sons 'coz Yamee just wrote on his face again... May 9)

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Teaching Yamee the parts of the face is an exercise in icky... for me.

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.

And so, I quit. :D

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The best happy problem in the world for a mom... having your boys compete for reading time with you.
(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)

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Scary Crazy.

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.

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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.

His brother's brother indeed.

(it turned out to be part of your father's earphones... hehe)

Separation Anxiety and You

Nobody 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.

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.

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.

And gosh... how you love being outside. And how crazy you can get with animals. You are like your Kuya that way.

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 :)

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.

Your next blood extraction is coming up, baby... and I am worried. I really hope your blood results will be more normal now.

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.

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.

Oh... finally, you are growing your 7th tooth!

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My FB alerts of you this month:

First time Yakee cried because Yamee bit him.

Good luck to us all when Yamee finally gets all of his teeth.

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Stress.
Yamee treating the mayo as lotion and slathering it onto his body.
And treating lotion as mayo, and eating it.

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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?"

Only breastfeeding moms will understand :D

(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)

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

Lotsa Bumps, Lotsa Falls

Yesterday, you attempted climbing the stair steps.

You are always trying to stand up and love crawl-climbing the bed.

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.

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.

And yes, everything your Kuya is using, playing with, or just anything that's near him... you want.

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.

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.

You are the apple of your grandfathers' eyes... they both say you're their favorite, and I think you know it.

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.

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.

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.

When upset or happy, you babble "a-ti-ti-ti-ti" and would call out "mama" when you want me or feel needy.

Despite seeing you as competition, your Kuya still refuses to 'let others take you away' :)

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.

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Miscellaneous FB Updates:

Yey... Yamee just gnawed his toe kanina. hehe.
May 2

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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! :)

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watching Yamee try to catch bubbles is an exercise in AMAZING :)
watching him try eating them... an exercise in futility :D

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watching a baby scratch his head or pull his hair... adorable!
having him try and eat your hair... ewww!

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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."

I am just thankful this allergy attack was a mild and slow-acting one, puffed eyes and all.
May 20
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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*

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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
May 21

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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.

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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

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wanted to sleep but Yamee had udder plans...

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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.


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yakee put the ribbon on, pirate daw sya. i don't know how... haha. then yamee wanted the ribbon too.

lagot tayo kay pappie.. but at least, if we have a girl, hindi naman pala masagwa :D



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while kissing Yamee's feet
Yakee: "Mmmm, the best brother in the world Mommy"

super tender moment sana if he didn't also just wake the best brother :D

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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



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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*

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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

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ang prob na lang.... we went so organic, you don't like jarred baby food... argh



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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.


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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"*
July 29
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Train your baby to master crawling... set him after an ant :)

Labyu, demanding Yamee!

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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

Put this way... I am reminded again of how blessed I am.

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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.

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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



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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...

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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*

Giggly, Antsy Boy

Your 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.

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.

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.

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.

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.

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!

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? :)

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!

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Miscellaneous FB status about you:

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

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una kitang pinagnasaan

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can't believe Yamee will be 4 months old already tomorrow... shucks, soon, he's getting married na :( *waaahhh*

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Me: Yakee, please tell Yamee (who is gnawing on her arm) that Mommy is not food.

Yakee: No, Mommy, it's ok. He's just practicing.

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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*

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Yamee is such a happy baby, despite barfing thrice, pooping once and no sleep since 9 PM. *exhaustion*

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last attempt at a Milkaholic pic coz all their shirts are getting small for them na



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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

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was going thru the boys' clothes.

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*

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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)

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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.

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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!

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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*



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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)

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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?"

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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*

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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.



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.

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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 :D