Working at home...

Posted by Paula in Work-at-Home on April 30, 2008 | 1 Comment

I was so busy with my work yesterday that I did not get to take care of Z. He was constantly coming to me for some attention and wanted to sit at my lap but I needed not to be bothered because I was listening to an audio and transcribing it. I explained to him what I was doing and I knew he understood because I constantly remind him that when mommy has to work he needs to play by himself and be quiet. But since he is only 3 I could not expect he would obey. Good thing my brother in law, Paolo, was here for a summer visit. He played with Z, cooked our food, gave Z his meal, brushed his teeth, and tried to put him to bed by pretending he was also asleep.lol. After a few times of Z going out of bed to check on us, he was finally put to sleep by his tito’s threat to turn off the aircon if he didn’t go to bed.
I was so relieved that he was already asleep and I resumed my work and got to finish it at midnight. I was so exhausted, I frankly have no experience in transcription and I am still very slow at it. Some people do it for only four hours but I can do it twice as long as that.
Shortly after submitting it I was shocked to see Z wide awake again and quite happy at that. Inside I was happy he woke up because I was feeling guilty all the time I was working. I called him to bed and we talked. He told me his usual stories about his friends. I could tell he missed me because he was extra sweet. Imagine my surprise when he told me, “Mommy, you should kiss me here (pointing to his nose), here (pointing to his cheeks), here (pointing to his forehead) and here (pointing to his lips). I usually ask him to do that when he wants me to do something for him. And to think that this was the first time he did it, he surely missed me that much. I am not complaining I love being able to work in our house, but I really need to do it efficiently and fast without sacrificing the quality. I am happy I do not have to leave Z to work but I still can not help feeling a twinge of guilt. Z went to sleep that night with his arms around my neck, he insisted that we face each other. When I thought he was already asleep I shifted my head to the other side. He promptly woke up, sat straight and told me not to face the other side. The love of your child is the best thing in the world, right?

The Things You Should Know About Me...

Posted by Paula in Mixed Bag on April 29, 2008 | No Comments

Thanks Louraine for the tag!

Here are the rules:
1. Each player starts with 8 random facts/habits about themselves.
2. People who are tagged, write a blog post about their own 8 random things, and post these rules.
3. At the end of your post you need to tag 8 people and include their names.
4. Don’t forget to leave them a comment on their blog and tell them they’ve been tagged, and to come back and read your blog for the whole story.

The facts:

1. I am currently into eating oatmeal for breakfast everyday and I encourage my family to do it too. I pretend I like it but the truth is it is not that appetizing.
2. My dream is to travel all over the world.
3. I am planning to homeschool my son.
4. I am a kid at heart and loves to eat pizza, spaghetti, and junk foods.
5. I love being a stay-at-home mom!
6. I love my husband and son to death.
7. My bad traits are I am moody and stubborn
8. My good traits are I am loyal, practical, and frugal.

I am going to tag:

Kerslyn
Ann
Retche
Aileen
Lei
Nance
Maria Victoria

Milk...

Posted by Paula in Mixed Bag on April 28, 2008 | No Comments

We went grocery shopping yesterday and I noticed that the price of our regular milk has increased again. It seems that for every two weeks that we buy milk, the price just keeps on getting higher and higher. I was a fanatic of a certain premium milk brand before until it became ridiculously expensive that I was forced to see the light. Now I buy the cheaper but recommended by DoH brand. Yes I was blinded by the milk advertisements and thought that formula milk was okay for my baby so we bought the most expensive brand we could afford. It was only later that I realized how wrong I was not to breastfeed him. I do not blame myself entirely, the milk ads are in every channel. And to think that Philippines is a third world country at that, we simply cannot afford to buy expensive formula milk when breastmilk is free and more nutritious. I especially pity the poor people who’s earning below the minimum wage. On the way home, I noticed our tricycle driver has just bought a formula milk for his own baby. How I wish I could tell him to stop wasting his money on formula milk!

Bathing in the Rain...

Posted by Paula in Z on April 27, 2008 | No Comments

It was raining and Z refused to come inside. So instead of getting angry at him I asked him if he liked to bathe in the rain. He was not sure with the idea at first, this was the first time he heard of bathing in the the rain but after a while he gingerly said yes. So I took out his basin which he always use and a pail with water. He was freezing at first and I was having second thoughts. Eventually he became comfortable and began playing with water with his Tito Paolo.

Birthday Party...

Posted by Paula in Mixed Bag on April 23, 2008 | 3 Comments

We went to a Cylthiels’s Birthday Party at Jollibee Ever Gotesco and I was so excited because it was the first time Z would see Jollibee in action. Everytime we eat there and there’s an ongoing party Z will wait patiently outside for the mascot and would eagerly run and hug it when it comes out.

So by 6:15 we were already there at the venue but no one was in sight. It appears we were a bit early. So we went to the kiddie rides and let Z ride in his favorite car.

We went back at the venue and found that Gia, Z’s former neighbor and playmate has already arrived. Gia was happy to see Z but our son was shy and wouldn’t speak.

The party started with a story. All the kids gamely sat down and listened to the host.

Well, everyone but Z who insisted in sitting on his dad’s lap. There he was holding a stuff toy and being cajoled by his dad to sit down with the kids.T here I was at the back wearing a black shirt wondering what was going on with Z. This scene reminds me a lot of the times we go to Sunday school and Z would refuse to let go and play with the kids. The last time we went there the teacher insisted that I leave him there and he cried for 15 minutes. The poor teacher had to carry him for the most part.

He only agreed to stand when his dad instructed him to give the host a peso bill as part of a game. This was familiar to him because when we go out I always ask him to pay our fare so he’ll have more knowledge with money. After a while he was happy and confident enough to go in front on his own.