My first born, Kayil, he is now 5 years old. He no longer needs mommy that much. He can now take care of himself, already knows how to take a bath by himself. He can now brush his own teeth. He can now turn on the PC and play online games. As of writing this, he is upstairs playing PS2. Last Saturday hubby and Chico and me went out and forgot to say bye bye to him, he never cares anymore. Gone were the days where he would cry so hard when he can’t see or hear me.. and back then I hate it, now I miss it. I asked him if he still loves me because he seldom kisses and embraces now, he said, he just have so many things to do, that is why.. haaay He acts beyond his age.. and I really miss my cry baby boy.. I know i could not hold on to his being a baby forever, so now I just make up to the time he remembers me. When he need or want me I stop whatever I do (OK I am trying..) and attend to his needs. Babies.. they grow up so fast..
What my kids are like, and how to raise your child/children in this day and age.
I don’t get it or is it just the places I go through, but people seems to have a great interest on me when ever I wear my Chico. Is it because they are not used to it? Often times people would stare at me and when caught, takes their eyes off immediately, pretending they are not staring. Sometimes people are kind enough not to just stare. They ask questions (and stupid ones most of the times) if my baby is comfortable with it.. I mean, guys.. HELLO! If he is not, he cries a lot, which is not the case always! (he is asleep peacefully inside the sling) Hubby never likes it too (and that’s the only disadvantage hehe), and because of it, often times he would ask me not to wear Chico.. he never likes the attention… hehe but I always answer him EYELOVEIT! yes in a way the attention I got from nasty stares makes me feel like a celebrity, or just a plain roving tourist attraction.. whatever. So what do you think?
Ang Balyena at ang Uwak..
This post is not about fable and all, so if you are expecting something like that and some moral lessons here, stop reading and go on with your usual internet routines. This is about them:
The baby to your left is my third born son , Chico, AKA Balyena. My sister fondly calls him Balyena because he cries like one, (in relative to Finding Nemo’s Dory calling the whale scene). Oh well he sure does cry like a balyena.
The baby on the right is my sister’s(who gives Chico’s name as Balyena) and while Chico cries like a Balyena, her son, calls her as if a sound of an Uwak. That makes him the Uwak on the house. Oh his name is actually Dylan. hehe