Island Girl

No, not my son. It’s the kid that I babysat the other day. He was fine the whole day laughing and jumping up and down his playpen. He actually is a good kid to watch. Didn’t have any problems with him. He cried though a few minutes before his mom came to pick him up. He was a little warm by then. The parents decided to go to the hospital to know what was wrong and it turned out to be ear infection. Said the doctor had to give him double dose of ibuprofen for children. His temp must have been up. They were also given medicine for his ears. I hope he gets better soon. It is the cold weather I think that is causing this.

I pray that my son will not get it. I know it is normal for kids to get it but I hope and pray he won’t have it. I’d rather I get sick than him. Especially since he can’t tell me what is wrong yet. Have to keep a close eye on my bubby then.

Have you ever been asked about your age by strangers? You know the people you meet on restaurants or the store? I did, and still do, though not that much anymore because of the look I gave people who I think are wondering whether to approach me and ask or not. It annoys me that a virtual stranger would approach me and ask my age because she thinks that I am too young to have a child. Like it is even her business at all. I mean, what do you care if people have kids at a young age anyways? Not that I am. I am way past the age of maturity. Sadly, there are people who are just plain nosey. They came off as concerned citizens, at least in their minds. They don’t know or maybe just didn’t care that they are making somebody else uncomfortable.

Have you ever been asked about your age by strangers? You know the people you meet on restaurants or the store? I did, and still do, though not that much anymore because of the look I gave people who I think are wondering whether to approach me and ask or not. It annoys me that a virtual stranger would approach me and ask my age because she thinks that I am too young to have a child. Like it is even her business at all. I mean, what do you care if people have kids at a young age anyways? Not that I am. I am way past the age of maturity. Sadly, there are people who are just plain nosey. They came off as concerned citizens, at least in their minds. They don’t know or maybe just didn’t care that they are making somebody else uncomfortable.

1. I love to eat: rice noodles. I don’t think I will survive in the US of A without this food. lol

2. I hate to eat: american style spaghetti (makes me want to puke most of the time, I wonder why though because this really smells good). Maybe it’s the filipino in me.

3. I love to go: to Leyte for a visit.

4. I hate to go: out when it is freezing cold outside.

5. I love it when: I make hubby laugh. Also when bubby learns new things.

6. I hate it when: I don’t get what I want. Tantrum, tantrum..lol

7. I love to see: my son and my husband play. I believe in bonding and that is what they need so bubby will feel closer to dada.

8. I hate to see: things strewn everywhere inside the house. Lami panghasi!

9. I love to hear: the sound of the waves when it touched the sand, hubby’s contagious laugh and bubby’s giggles.

10. I hate to hear: lies. I am a straightforward person and when I encounter somebody who lies, I always see red. Beware. lol

This baby is three months old today. How time flies. When I started messing with this blog I almost gave up. Lisod man gud. I was thinking of deleting this and just forget about blogging. Good thing I didn’t. I know this is still young compared to other blogs out there but the fact that I made it after all this time is already an accomplishment My wish is for this blog to have more traffic and page rank. Pwede man mangarap hehe..

My son is now fifteen months old. He still falls when he gets over excited over something or when someone pretends to run after him. He still bangs the cabinet when he is bored (translated: when mama is busy on the computer). But there are things he does that makes my heart melt and swell with pride. I guess every mother feels this way when their child does something and acts like an adult.

* he tries to comb his hair when he gets hold of a comb

* he puts my phone on his ear and says heyo (hello) and acts like he’s really talking to someone

* he is very interested with the pc right now, he moves the mouse and looks at the screen to see what it does

* when i tell him to put things where he got it from, he does

* listens when mama or dada says no

* calls dada all the time when he couldn’t see him (he only yells for me when he needs something)

* loves to watch Super Readers, Wheel of Fortune, and Jeopardy or any shows that deals with letters

* when he plays with pots and pans, he tries to match a pot with the only cover he can find (most are glass so i put them out of his reach)

* takes his pants off if he doesn’t like it (he’s got favorites) 

and 

* tries to put his shoes or socks on

He sometimes makes me crazy over the things he does but most of the time he makes me laugh. He is  a character and he never fails to brighten our day.

My fifteen month old son freaked out last night when he didn’t see me for a few minutes. I was just in the bathroom taking a shower by the way. He was with dada. I was expecting they will either play or watch tv. They didn’t. I heard him banging all doors crying so hard screaming for mama. It was awful. When he banged the bathroom door I talked to him and told him I will be out in a few minutes. Wrong move. He screamed harder. It was frustrating. Dada had to put him on the playpen after trying in vain to settle him down. He is in a stage where he will play with anybody as long as I am around. He is a happy toddler when other people are around provided I am within his range of vision. I hope this will pass soon. I pity dada because I know he fells helpless. They used to be able to get along well even if I am not around. What I don’t understand is when dada isn’t around he always calls him. Hay, lisod sabton.

I went to bed early last night because I haven’t really been doing that for a few nights now. I don’t want hubby to think I have been neglecting him by spending too much time in front of the computer. Everything was fine, hubby felt asleep after I gave his legs a massage and bubby was sound asleep in his bed when I checked him. So I turned off all the lights after checking that everything was locked and I snuggled next to my husband. At about midnight though bubby woke us all up with a scream. I got up groggily and checked what was wrong. I couldn’t really tell. He was in his bed whining while I tried to make him go back to sleep. When I thought he settled down I went to our bed and he started screaming again, louder than the first time. So I got up again. It seemed like he wanted me to stay with him while he tried to go back to sleep but he couldn’t. He just whined more and more so I picked him up and rocked him to help him sleep but to no avail. We had to stay in the living room last night so as not to disturb dada. Of course we already did after all the noise. After an hour, bubby finally settled down and played. He wouldn’t sleep so to avoid any more screaming fits I let him play. We stayed up for three hours. Hubby woke me up at past six for his lunch box. Bubby was still sound asleep and didn’t wake up until eight. Here he is right now watching Super Readers like nothing happened while mama is typing in the computer trying to stay awake. I have to because I can’t just let him roam around without supervision and I know he will scream bloody murder if I put him in his crib or playpen. The downside of being a mother. But then, the positive outweighs the negative so I shouldn’t really complain. I am just venting, make no mistake about it