This is my favorite part of the house. It is where me and the kids spend QT together. All the stuffed animals, toys and educational materials are in here. This is disneyland to me and my family :)
Showing posts with label FAMILY FIRST. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FAMILY FIRST. Show all posts
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Monday, February 2, 2009
a very special link.
what can you say about the bracelet ? ang watch para yan ki arthuz. si dai nakaiba sa lbcair. ang bracelet para yan sa someone special. :) hale samo ni mom.
Translation: what can you say about the bracelet ? the watch is for arthuz. the one that was not included in the lbcair package. the bracelet is for someone special. :) from your mom and me.
Read: Someone special is ME.
My parents -- they are simply the best!
Wednesday, December 31, 2008
new year's wish
Amen.
Friday, July 4, 2008
lap attack
Since hubby is really passionate about losing weight and and being fit and healthy, he has declared today as a gym-free day. Instead, we are all trooping to the clubhouse to watch him do some laps. I just wish the little girl won't ask me if she can swim as well. If I still have the energy for later, I might join him in the pool. But it still depends as I have been up since 2 this morning and I havent closed my eyes even for just a sec. Will post some photos soon!
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
...because it's traffic!
(photos taken last night after the movie date. -charlie's wanton house along marcos)
Lola A: Lizzie, tell your mom where you want to go to school now...
Lizzie: Assumption po! (with a very high pitch)
Me: Why Assumption, Lizzie?
Lizzie: Because St. Paul is traffic!
Hahahaha! Naturuan ng mahusay ah? All is good. =)
Sunday, June 15, 2008
a man named nonong
All parents damage their children. It cannot be helped. Youth, like pristine glass, absorbs the prints of its handlers. Some parents smudge, others crack, a few shatter childhoods completely into jagged little pieces, beyond repair.
I grew up with my dad since my mom left when I was barely 6. She left because she wanted to give my big bro and me a bright future and a comfortable life. And during the time when we were about to go to school, times were really hard for us. So, I was left in the care of my dad who did a superb job in raising me and my brother. He was a mom and dad in one. He was present in all my piano and voice recitals. He made my grass skirt when we were asked to perform the Polynesian dance in grade school. He was always an officer in all the PTAs that he attended. He talks to my teachers when there are issues in school that my young self could not settle. He brings me to school every day for years and picks me up without fail. I remember days when it would rain so hard in our province and I had to ride the tricycle going home, he would wait for me in the "kanto" of our subdivison with a very big umbrella (you know the ones vendors use to sell their goods -- the colorful parasols?). He won't eat without me. He tucks me to bed up until the time I was in fourth grade. He was there in every milestone of my young life -- recitals, proms, high school graduation..
When I entered college, he was still there. Although he let me be during our registration, he was still constantly checking on me. You wouldn't believe but during the first three weeks as a college freshman, he (together with my mom this time) would wait for me for hours at McDonalds, Philcoa because I didn't know how to commute going home to my grandparent's house in Makati. So, we would all wake up at 6, travel (via bus along EDSA) to Diliman to catch my first GE class at 8:30 AM.. they would let me ride the jeep going inside the campus while they spend the day reading the newspaper, books or just talking to each other. My class would finish at 4PM. That was 4 times a week. And he did that sacrifice (with my mom) for three long weeks, until I got used to the commute back and forth.
Two months after school started, I was afflicted with High Fever. Without second thoughts, he left my mom and brother in the province and flew to Manila to watch over me. He stayed for another month. Cooked. Prepared my things. Made sure that the area I was living in was clean and safe (I was already renting a space near the campus then). My bed was a pull put bed and he would sleep on the lower bunk with the thinner foam. The night he left for the province, I felt as if my heart was breaking into pieces. I wanted my dad to stay a little longer here but he had to go home to attend the "Traslacion" as he was a staunch devotee of our Lady of Penafrancia.
I grew my wings and explored here in the big city. But when problems beset, I'd go back to my dad. Always. College grad. Work. Years have passed. My dad was growing old. And so was I. When I got a new apartment, my mom asked my dad to come over again so he can fix my place. Since the place was breand new, he did everything all by himself -- from putting on tiles, to installing the blinds, the wall paper, installing the aircon unit, buying the bed and cabinets, installing planks for my books, painting my door, installing double locks for my safety. Once again, he stayed with me for another month until he was confident that I can live on my own The night he left for the province, I felt as if my heart was breaking into pieces. Again.
When I got pregnant, he was the very first person we shared the good news to. The night before my wedding day, he wrote a note and left it on the night table of my hotel. I was able to read it when I woke up on the morning of my wedding day (they were already out to fix last minute stuff). The note said: "You will forever be my baby girl. I love you Nene. Daddy"
Now after all these years, I would say that a father's life is a life of sacrifice. HIs life may be gone in the future, but his love will stay. It has passed on to me so I can pass it on to my children. A faher's love is never lost.
To you dad, thanks for being the greatest teacher. And the best father in the world. I am grateful for mom for the comfortable life she gave me and Raman and for us, she is superwoman. But I am also grateful to you -- for your presence in my life. Yesterday, Today and Always.
Happy Father's Day!!!
I grew up with my dad since my mom left when I was barely 6. She left because she wanted to give my big bro and me a bright future and a comfortable life. And during the time when we were about to go to school, times were really hard for us. So, I was left in the care of my dad who did a superb job in raising me and my brother. He was a mom and dad in one. He was present in all my piano and voice recitals. He made my grass skirt when we were asked to perform the Polynesian dance in grade school. He was always an officer in all the PTAs that he attended. He talks to my teachers when there are issues in school that my young self could not settle. He brings me to school every day for years and picks me up without fail. I remember days when it would rain so hard in our province and I had to ride the tricycle going home, he would wait for me in the "kanto" of our subdivison with a very big umbrella (you know the ones vendors use to sell their goods -- the colorful parasols?). He won't eat without me. He tucks me to bed up until the time I was in fourth grade. He was there in every milestone of my young life -- recitals, proms, high school graduation..
When I entered college, he was still there. Although he let me be during our registration, he was still constantly checking on me. You wouldn't believe but during the first three weeks as a college freshman, he (together with my mom this time) would wait for me for hours at McDonalds, Philcoa because I didn't know how to commute going home to my grandparent's house in Makati. So, we would all wake up at 6, travel (via bus along EDSA) to Diliman to catch my first GE class at 8:30 AM.. they would let me ride the jeep going inside the campus while they spend the day reading the newspaper, books or just talking to each other. My class would finish at 4PM. That was 4 times a week. And he did that sacrifice (with my mom) for three long weeks, until I got used to the commute back and forth.
Two months after school started, I was afflicted with High Fever. Without second thoughts, he left my mom and brother in the province and flew to Manila to watch over me. He stayed for another month. Cooked. Prepared my things. Made sure that the area I was living in was clean and safe (I was already renting a space near the campus then). My bed was a pull put bed and he would sleep on the lower bunk with the thinner foam. The night he left for the province, I felt as if my heart was breaking into pieces. I wanted my dad to stay a little longer here but he had to go home to attend the "Traslacion" as he was a staunch devotee of our Lady of Penafrancia.
I grew my wings and explored here in the big city. But when problems beset, I'd go back to my dad. Always. College grad. Work. Years have passed. My dad was growing old. And so was I. When I got a new apartment, my mom asked my dad to come over again so he can fix my place. Since the place was breand new, he did everything all by himself -- from putting on tiles, to installing the blinds, the wall paper, installing the aircon unit, buying the bed and cabinets, installing planks for my books, painting my door, installing double locks for my safety. Once again, he stayed with me for another month until he was confident that I can live on my own The night he left for the province, I felt as if my heart was breaking into pieces. Again.
When I got pregnant, he was the very first person we shared the good news to. The night before my wedding day, he wrote a note and left it on the night table of my hotel. I was able to read it when I woke up on the morning of my wedding day (they were already out to fix last minute stuff). The note said: "You will forever be my baby girl. I love you Nene. Daddy"
The day when he left for the US for good was the darkest day of my life. I was 7 months pregnant with Lizzie at that time. Fat, heavy and ugly. I had a hard time travelling all the way to the airport in Paranaque but i insisted because it was my dad who was leaving. And the tears that I shed as soon as he checked in on that afternoon in July 2005 was worth a year of tears I would say. My husband was worried because my crying will be bad for my already delicate condition. I was only pacified when my dad called me up during his stop over in China. I felt a little bit okay.
Now after all these years, I would say that a father's life is a life of sacrifice. HIs life may be gone in the future, but his love will stay. It has passed on to me so I can pass it on to my children. A faher's love is never lost.
To you dad, thanks for being the greatest teacher. And the best father in the world. I am grateful for mom for the comfortable life she gave me and Raman and for us, she is superwoman. But I am also grateful to you -- for your presence in my life. Yesterday, Today and Always.
Happy Father's Day!!!
the man's corner
The rule of this tag is for you to brag about "Daddy" (your husband if you have one or your dad if you do not have a husband yet). Started by
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1) Copy from {Start Copy Here} to {End Copy Here}.
2) Blog ‘Brag’ about your husband - yes, the father of your child/ren. As I’ve said singles may also join by bragging about their own fathers, or even grandfathers. It doesn’t matter! Of course, Daddy bloggers themselves may also join, but you have to blog about your fathers and not about yourselves, deal? Okay. Good.
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Next to my own dad, I can say that my husband is one great man any child will be proud of showing off to her friends. I am happiest with you, dada. You make me feel beautiful everyday of my life. Happy Father's Day and I love you so much!
Why do I love my husband?
It's always his family before anything and anyone else.
He is the most generous person I have ever met. Never mind if there's nothing for him, for as long as his daughter and I are contented and fine, he is fine.
He teaches Lizzie good values. He is strict yet loving. He is firm yet his heart melts when Lizzie starts to be adorable.
He never gives up on teaching Lizzie new things like the alphabet, animals, numbers and colors. He is her first teacher.
He is my daughter's Manny Paquiao. Lizzie thinks that when all else fail, her dada will be there to protect her. And this is true.
He speaks well. Writes well. Sings well. Does everything well.
More about him
Saturday, June 14, 2008
come what may
COME WHAT MAY (Lani Hall with Herp Albert)
wish i was your child
hold me in your heart
we could love so free
and know it never die
but i am not a child
and wishes are just child's play
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
wish i was a bird
i warmed you with my wings
safe from all the storm
you know true love can bring
but i am not a bird
and wishes and just fly away
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
la la la
la la la
but i am not the voice
shinning in your eyes
and your the star
my love
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
Friday, May 2, 2008
mama
Thank you all for your prayers and good wishes. My MIL has been discharged after staying at the Delos Santos hospital for 3 days (as posted here). She has undergone DNC and executive check up because of her ovary problems.
It was a long, sad week for the family but we are all doing fine now. She was advised to be on complete bed rest until next week.
It was a long, sad week for the family but we are all doing fine now. She was advised to be on complete bed rest until next week.
Wednesday, April 30, 2008
come what may
I suddenly missed my dad. I remember, I used to sing this song with him during our free time when I was a lot younger and he was still based here. My dad, for those of you who doesn't know, is very good with musical instruments. He played the drums when he was younger. He still strums the guitars. He plays the piano "ouido style" and he has a very good singing voice. Although, I did not get this talent/s from him, he would always tell me how great my voice was (syempre tatay ko yun eh!) and how he loves me so much.
For you, dad. Thanks for the gift of you!
wish i was your child
hold me in your heart
we could love so free
and know it never goodbye
but i am not a child
and wish for starframe
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
wish i was a bird
i worned you with my wings
safe from all the storm
you know what true love can bring
but i am not a bird
and wishes and just fly away
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
la la la
la la la
but i am not the voice
shinning in your eyes
that you understand
my love
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
For you, dad. Thanks for the gift of you!
wish i was your child
hold me in your heart
we could love so free
and know it never goodbye
but i am not a child
and wish for starframe
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
wish i was a bird
i worned you with my wings
safe from all the storm
you know what true love can bring
but i am not a bird
and wishes and just fly away
my love
no i never be afraid of who i am
and who i am not come what may
la la la
la la la
but i am not the voice
shinning in your eyes
that you understand
my love
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
no we never be afraid of who we are
and who were not come what may
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
mango tango
Two weekends ago, I prepared some mango shake for Lizzie and myself. It was seething hot so I asked the maid to grab some mangoes in the market and brought out my "almost-unused" blender.
Here is the photo to prove it:
Here is the end result:
Here is the photo to prove it:
Here is the end result:
And here is my daughter enjoying her share of the shake:
Happy Summer!
Tuesday, April 1, 2008
on mummyhood
My sister in law is giving birth to her firstborn this September. And as early as now, I have been surfing for nice and comfy maternity clothes for her. Checked on http://www.gap.com/ this morning and boy, how I love their spring collection (not only for her but also for me!). Gap has always been my favorite store and when my parents shop for me, they make sure to go to GAP first to check on their new wares. Hanggaganda ng mga items nila. Can't wait to visit them soon para matesting na yang mga gap stores na yan lol!
Anyhoo, these are some of the maternity clothes that I chose for Shine. She's really not into spags and sleeveless tops (so unlike moi!) but she will be very pretty in these spring maternity collection. Check out, all!
Square-neck eyelet top
Striped flutter sleeve shirt
Sleeveless tie-waist tunic
Pleated scoopneck top (being the very simple person that she is, i bet she will love this top)
Demi panel white wide-leg pants
Easy wrap dress
Crossover empire-waist printed dress
Pleated white dress
Nice dress, yea? The hard part here is for me to get Shine wear the sexy dresses. She's such a sweetie that anything that will show a bit of skin is a no-no for her. Lol!
Happy pregnancy, sissie! Ate loves you soooo mats!
Monday, March 31, 2008
sunday is reserved for family
As posted here, we were supposed go to Tagaytay yesterday afternoon. Our Ninang Mayet and Ninong Abon was inviting us to this new place where there good food and nice ambience. I was kinda excited although quite sad that the husband won't be able to join us as he was suffering from pink eyes. Just as we were about to leave, there was a heavy downpour of rain. It kinda didn't stop for a while so my MIL decided to just postpone the trip for another time. Ok lang. Tinamad na din ako lol. We spent the entire afternoon watching local showbizz (yay!) and drooling over Gabby Concepcion's chiseled face and apple-red cheeks. I swear, di sya tumanda! Was telling my sister in law to keep at him para maging kasing gwapo ng inaanak ko si Gabby, or if baby X is going to be a girl, kamukha naman ni KC lol! Wondering if he was about to cry kasi parang he was in the verge of tears e wala naman nakakaiyak sa mga sinasabi nya hehe. I fell asleep after and woke up in time for us to leave for dinner. We decided to have smokeless grill in Tong Yang Hot Pot, Mega Mall (this deserves another post I guess). It was not as fun because the hubby was not there but nonetheless, enjoyed the food, the company and Lizzie's newest antics.
Great weekend, as usual. A couple of pounds heavier.
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