I’m not a morning person but there are times when I am required to get up very early and report to work. These are times when we have some visitors to take to our project areas so we needed to be there ahead of them to make sure that every thing needed for their visit is in place. Some weeks ago, we had another group of visitors and so …
One of the best things about going to work ahead of everybody is I get the opportunity to see the sun rise from the east, as you can see in the picture. Not many people these days get this chance to witness the beautiful sunrise.
I don’t know but I feel so lucky watching the sun rise from behind the mountains. Lucky to be alive, to see another brand new day. That’s just me, being in awe of God’s creation and His magnificence… on my way to work and enjoying the view unfolding before me.
How about you? How do you feel when watching a sunrise, or a sunset?
My long-planned blogging comeback has been put off several times already this year.
So much has happened in the family – my boys are doing great. My husband, although still not a regular employee at the municipal agriculture office, is doing great at his job. My eldest son is now in Grade 6 and my youngest just turned 2. I myself have not met my goal of losing weight but nevertheless I achieved another, that’s getting a new job right after the previous one ended. I’m just so happy that I didn’t have to wait long.
Also, we lost a dear family member recently. Nene Lilia, as we fondly call her, was my father’s eldest sister. She died suddenly. She had no known illness. She merely complained of dizziness and told my mother that she was going to lie down to rest. An hour later, she’s gone. A week later, when family members arrived from in and outside of the country, she was laid to rest in this quaint private cemetery somewhere in Mongpong.
Nene Lilia was one of the most important family members because she helped raised me, my siblings, my cousins and down to our children. She has no family of her own, a spinster, and she made it a promise to herself to devote her life taking care of everyone. She puts the needs of others first, before her own. She’s one of the most loving, persevering, selfless and hardworking person I’ve ever known. We are heartbroken about her being gone but we are comforted that she didn’t suffer any debilitating disease, nor experienced a lot of hardship or terror. She died peacefully with family members around her. Nene Lilia will be majorly missed by everyone. My kids, who adored her, are still too young to fully grasp the concept of death. They ask us from time to time when will Lola (Grandma) Nene come back home. A question whose answer is quite challenging to find when asked by little kids.
And so it happened!
My dear son is now one year old – time to celebrate this first milestone 🙂
We only had a small celebration at my parents’ house in Banica (Roxas City) and a handful of friends and relatives came by to join. Of course, we didn’t forget to go to church for thanksgiving. My other brother, who’s based in Phnom Penh, was also in town to join us with his wife, much to our delight.
My son had a whale of a time playing with his cousins.
Here are just some of the pictures taken. The quality is not that good as they were taken mostly from an old phone. Some great photos were in my brother’s camera though. I hope he gives me the copies soon.
Thanks to those who remembered and joined in the celebration.
Oh your smile… the smile that melts all the stress and exhaustion. Thank you for that wonderful smile, the smile that melts my heart.
I pray that you continue to grow healthy, happy, strong, and smart. Respectful of all living things, great and small. I hope you and your Kuya Joshua will love each other dearly, and grow up to be the best of friends. Indi lang kamo magpa-ugtas todo sa amon ni Papa Jhong. Plus, your Grandpa and Grandma will be there to guide you and give all the love and support in the world.
I’m not a good cook. In fact, I learned how to cook only after I had gotten married. My father has been spoiling us – he’s a great cook – so I never really learned except to cook rice. And the first time I did that yielded disastrous results. But that story I will reserve for another post, tee-hee-hee.
Like many Filipino husbands, my husband is also a good cook. He taught me many things, like frying, cooking adobo, sinigang and nilagang baka. When I was in Kenya as a VSO volunteer, I used the limited-cooking skills I have to survive there. But then again, the vegetables and food there is quite different from what I’m used to.
Anyhow, I’m getting nowhere with this post. Sorry about rambling but what I was intending to post this bicho-bicho that I made, upon my sister’s suggestion. I don’t know what this is in English though but I do know that some Filipino foodies say that bicho-bicho is traditional doughnut of us Pinoys 🙂
Obviously, this doughnut is not round and has no hole. It is elongated and powdered in white sugar. Well, I preferred not to put sugar in my bicho-bichos – just my attempt at keeping diabetes at bay, hahaha. This goes well with my hot coffee.
Sorry for the late update. I just woke up and about to start my day. The life of an ordinary call-center agent is always like this. Our day’s just starting when the other normal members of the workforce are just about to finish theirs.
My weekend was spend doing the laundry and watching Season 3 of the Walking Dead. I know I’m late but I finished catching up with the past episodes. My sister told me that season 4 has just started so I’m excited. Also one reason I don’t like about day offs is just I automatically wake up in the middle of the night and face difficulty in getting back to sleep. I’ve become a night creature, zomaygaaad.
Anyways, it’s nearly November and that means I’m only weeks away from seeing my family. My sons are growing up too fast – if only I can freeze the time and bottle it up so I can empty out the contents at whim… if only. Here’s a photo of my son in one of their school trips. I think of all the school trips, the trip to the zoo has left an impact on my son.
He was naturally curious about the animals, asked his teacher about the whats and the whys. He volunteered to pet and feed them himself. He wasn’t scared or squeamish. He was a natural. He wanted to take one of the baby goats home, much to my amusement, but then changed his mind because we don’t have much grass in the lawn to feed one. Oh well. I hope his love for animals will be retained till he grows up.
Yes, indeed! My baby Jonas is now three months old. I can’t believe it myself but here’s a picture of him taken yesterday.
I’m sorry if I could not be there with you as you turn a month older. MamaGirl has to work and finish her obligations first before I’ll come home and be with you soon. However, ara man si Lola Nene and Granda to take my place and provide you the tender, loving care till I come back. Promise me you won’t be pasabad to them and I promise to hurry home. I miss your sweet baby scent, your small face with big eyes staring back at me, and most of all your smiles that melt all my tiredness and homesickness. I miss you, Kuya Joboi, and Papa Jhong. I’ll be home soon, sweethearts.
I am very sorry for the lack of updates for the past four months or so… As you can see from my blog post title, I had just given birth to baby boy number 2. So my hands are full taking care of him. I am still on an extended maternity leave and went back to my hometown to be with my husband and eldest son. They, too, missed me and wanted to be with the little one. So now, in between changing nappies and preparing baby formula, I’m also spending time with my eight-year old and help him with his studies. I wanted to update but with both kids needing my attention, I just can’t find time to blog.
Here’s a photo of my little one when he turned one month old. I hope this compensates for my lack of posts. My younger sister bought a chocolate cake to celebrate this milestone. It seemed so fast — and baby boy #2 ballooned so quickly. He’s heavy my arms tire carrying him after just ten minutes! Tomorrow, he will be baptized at the cathedral with selected friends and family to witness this important Catholic ceremony and another milestone in my son’s life. Coincidentally, it’s also my birthday : I just wish my other siblings will be here for this family occasion.
Anyhoo, I will try to post more pictures of baby #2 when I can.
This is probably what my son and his cousins were discussing while taking a break from their football training.
They’re enrolled at the free summer football clinic in Roxas City. The three enjoyed the “play” but after three days, only one remained running — and that’s the little one in the middle. The older ones, her sister (left) and cousin, my son (right), gave up because their legs and feet hurt, so they both say. Lol.
I have to thank my husband for not only taking our son but also the girls to the football clinic. The summer football clinic is held at the Villareal stadium. Thanks to activities like these, many kids are having fun this summer. If this is an initiative of our city government, kudos to your effort. I hope many more fun activities will be offered – for free – for children every year.
I guess I’m a tad too late for the Easter greetings, lol.
I found this photo in one of albums. I looked goofy, didn’t I? This was taken when we (my younger sister and I) took family members to the zoo on their first visit to Pampanga. My mother, niece, my son and their nanny loved the place! We all took turns having our photo taken with this yellow bunny.
My husband and son flew to Roxas City this morning and I miss them already. My husband is resuming his job as a government worker. My son will be enrolled in a new school while I stay in Pampanga and wait till the baby comes before I head home as well. My mother and father is coming over next month to be with me. Which is really great coz I’m in dire need of companion, other than my sister. After I give birth, all three of us are going back to Roxas. So for me, it will be another chapter as MamaGirl, with baby number two in tow 🙂
Actually my husband and I announced it officially some two weeks ago only, just a few days over the first trimester. We wanted to make sure, that’s why we waited this long.
A friend and co-volunteer joked that, apparently, I was working on a different “project” after coming home from my volunteer stint in Kenya, lol. Actually, we have been planning for this even before I left but it’s only last year that we were successful. This baby is eight years in the making. I was actually praying for my older sister to get pregnant first but, somehow, fate played a joke and I was the one who got pregnant. Not that I’m complaining. Nah-ah.
My little boy, who is now eight years old, will be a Kuya (older brother) soon. He still doesn’t get it but he once told us that he doesn’t like a girl. Oh boy. We want a girl; hopefully we’ll have a girl 🙂
Regardless of the gender, I am so over the moon that we are having another little one in the family. Everyone in the family is. I’m happy that the baby is healthy and growing normally despite my (call-center) work schedule. The downside is that, even after the first trimester, I am still experiencing morning sickness – vomiting, mostly.
Still at the San Antonio Resorts in Brgy. Baybay in Roxas City…
I was surprised at how nice is the children’s playground there. Filled with the usual see-saws, slides, monkeybars and swings, it is large enough for kids to play and run around. There are lots of trees and flowering plants, and the grass are wonderfully trimmed. There are benches/chairs, too, that you’d normally see in parks where the oldies can relax, read a book or watch the kids and while away the time. There also pockets of areas like this, where you see duwendes (dwarves or gnomes) that don’t look spooky at all.
After the initial chaos of assigning which one is whom, they all agreed that the gnome with the green hat is Joshua, the one in yellow, on the left, is Beebop, and on the right is Chappi.
And the three began singing … hi-ho, hi-ho.. it’s off to work we go…