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Love You Forever

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Made a trip to National Bookstore and bought myself a copy of this book, read it to Vierte that night and I was teary eyed once more.

I read the poem/story below from Ms. D’s site, I got teary eyed after.

Love You Forever by Robert Munsch

A mother held her new baby and very slowly rocked
him back and forth, back and forth, back and forth. And while she held him, she sang:

I’ll love you forever,
I’ll like you for always,
As long as I’m living my baby you’ll be.


I really really recommend that you buy the book, that’s why I cut the story short.

6 and hungry

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Last month I’ve started searching the internet for some baby food recipe’s and all about introducing solid food. This site is very informative on baby food, how to’s, and recipe’s.

See, the moment I learned that I was pregnant I have decided to breastfeed and prepare his food myself and would try my best not to rely on milk formula and store bought baby food.

This week Vierte turned 6 months, which also means he can now start really eating with us on the table. When he reached 4mo, he would hungrily stare at us during mealtime which would always temp his lola bing to let him taste some fruit, veggies and even ice cream kasi “kawawa naman ang bata”.

For his first meal, Coy and I planned for me to cook and mash potatoes unfortunately walang available sa bahay so I opted for the only available food for him which was apples.

From the Mashed Apple recipe (yes I have printed a whole lot of babay food recipe) the instruction was to peel, cut to cubes, and boil the apples with just enough water and then mash. I did just that but I think it was not mashed enough so I’m planning to buy something to help me prepare pureed food.

Bernadette, Mich and I had fun watching his expression as he took his first taste of his first meal! hehehe We took several pictures I’ll post it after i tweak it a bit.

Coy still havent got a chance to see him eat, we’ll be arranging a meal together (yes via webcam) this week.

sleeping prince

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Our vierte can sleep through the night with 2-3 occasional feedings while sleeping. But, as to when he actually learned too I can no longer remember.

Right now though he can sleep by himself without us carrying him too sleep (we only do this if he’s agitated), after his “nanan” (feed) he rolls to his tummy rubs his face in our pillow and rests his head there.

Last week was the first time he went out without me, he was invited to attend his Ahia Migo’s birthday and off he went with ate michelle and tita Badet. He wasn’t crying and was happy entertaining.

I came home and and my prince fell asleep with his party clothes. I managed to change him to his pajama’s but he was really mad, to translate the “gooo’s” – “mommy, please im tired!”

Mean Moms

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I’d like to share the poem/article below that I got from SmartParenting forum.

Mama was mean to us, like what’s written below she insisted in knowing every detail of our social life-what where when and with whom. Though my siblings and I “hated” that pagiging “intrimitida” of Mama I’m sure glad she treated us that way.

I see myself to be a mean mom to Vierte, as I am a mean ate to my siblings.

sabi nga ng mga nakakatanda “saka mo na maiintindihan ng lubusan mga magulang mo pag naging nanay/tatay ka na din”

Thanks Mama!

with my mama

with my son


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MEAN MOMS

 

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

 

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

 

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

 

I loved you enough to let you see anger,disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren’t perfect.

 

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

 

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

 

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I’m glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

 

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

 

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You’d think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said wewould be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

 

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash, and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lieawake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

 

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

 

Mother wouldn’t let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16

 

Because of our mothe r we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other’s property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

 

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

 

I think that is what’s wrong with the world today. It just doesn’t have enough mean moms!