Parenting Archive

My thoughts on parenthood, and what it's like to be a mom in the Philippines.

You Cannot Kiss And Talk

This is not your usual kiss and tell tale.

This is again, about my inquisitive son, Kayil.

One time, my hubby was complaining to me that I did not allow him to go out for a car wash.
Defensively, I said, I actually allowed him to go but he just did not hear me. My very logical (almost like a lawyer) son asked us the details of the incident.

He goes on with his questions, like, where are we when I told him he can. If we were near each other or if I am downstairs and Daddy is upstairs. Where is our exact location. (If not for his charming eyes, I would have thought we were in a court room) He asked if I was sitting or standing. What are we doing on the said time? Are we just talking? Are we embracing each other? Are we kissing?

Foolishly I told him we were kissing…

Paused for a while..

And shockingly said:

You cannot talk while kissing!

poop!

Babies Are From Peanuts

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Maybe they got it from the TV, but to my sons, Kayil and Mico, we all come from peanuts!

Well, according to them, the peanut is planted on the soil.
Pour some water on it. It will grow and human will come from it!

Uh oh..

So when I saw a book titled: Where do babies come from? I grab it.

It is a very interesting book that would make your child’s curiosity satisfied without compromising your, er, intimacy?

The book explains (in a very childish and friendly way) where plants come from. I tell you it was really childish but very, very educational. It also explains how ducks and the likes, even mammals like kittens was made. It gives detailed explanation on how humans are made.

If you want to know more about this book, visit their site: http://www.dk.com

The Never Ending Story Of Jog-A-Log

and it goes on.. and again..

Our first born son, Kayil, is a colic baby, not to mention my milk comes really late during his time. He was such a cry baby, scream, wail kind of baby. We would spend hours rocking him, cradling him and the moment we stopped, he would wail and scream, as if telling us we cannot sit or rest. It was a very hard experience for both of us. As a first time mom and dad, our patience and commitment to parenthood was put into test. We did not passed it with flying colors..but we did enjoyed every moment of it.

To make his little boy stop screaming Hubby would carry him and jog around the house. He would say Jog-a-log, jog-a-log..which Kayil seems to like.. And if jog-a-log won’t work, he would tell a never ending story about a priest. I don’t know where he got or if he just made it but it was really effective soothing our colic boy.

This is how it goes: (click on the pic to enlarge)

That’s our made up book for his never ending story..

Now, with Chico (and with Mico before), he says he misses doing the jog-a-log and chanting this never ending story.. Chico and Mico were such an angel during their baby time. And so, sometimes, he would carry Kayil and do the jog-a-log.