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Thursday, July 26, 2012

Spectacular Spectacles

My son is showing a cute fascination with eyeglasses. I don't know why he seems so attracted but I am giving in to his amusement by taking lots of photos of him as he models around various styles of eyeglasses whenever we hit the mall.

His fondness with eyewear started very early at around 6 months when he would snatch from my mom her spectacles. Maybe he was curious with what seem to be a second pair of eyes staring back at him. And when we say how curiosity killed the cat, I'd say Enoe's curiosity broke many eyeglasses of my mom, and even the nanny in the last 2 years. A few pairs of sunglasses of The Hubby also fell victim to my son’s uncanny inking with stylish eyewear.

even the 3D glasses were not spared :)

I used to wonder where he is taking after his ‘sense of fashion’. I spend more time with him compared to The Hubby and I am not into shades or any form of eyewear. I have very good eye sight (20/20) so I don’t wear any lenses yet and I am also not happy wearing shades when I drive (the color distracts me and I get a weird illusion of being too near the windshield) so it’s definitely not from me. The Hubby, on the other hand, considers his shades as part of his clothing.

I came across an article in a fashion magazine citing how a good pair of eyeglasses can transform a rather plain and boring outfit into a hit. In the early days, spectacles are worn only when absolutely necessary, like to correct a visual impairment. Fast forward to the late 90s, eyeglasses (clear lenses) have become a fashion accessory and more and more people are wearing glasses even if they have perfect eye sights. Pick a fashion magazine and I bet a photo of a model or showbiz personality sporting an (expensive) shades or glasses is posted there somewhere.

Maybe when my son grows up, eyeglasses would probably have evolved into something else again, say, a crime-busting tool.

Monday, July 23, 2012

The Bully and Me

My little girl went home again with a bump on her head caused by her classmate, The Bully. I asked her what happened and she narrated that The Bully was shaking her roughly (she said they were playing), they lost their balance and fell. Eone hit her head on a chair.

acting scary :)

I would have just let it pass but it was The Bully who had hurt again my daughter. Although I am not the type of mother who would storm to the school holding a chainsaw, incidents like this should never be ignored. So, yes, I told Eone to tell her teachers about what happened. I also went to her school to talk to her teachers and the Assistant Principal (incidently, it was also Eone's birthday celebration in school).

The grannies, The Hubby and my sisters were more 'aggressive' when I told them the incident, especially that they know The Bully and Eone's history. They were surprised that I am taking it so calmly.

It's not that I am not upset with The Bully, but, I'd rather deal with the incident with a level head and let the school authorities handle the situation. I'd put myself in the shoes of his parents. Certainly, I would not be happy if another parent screams, reprimands or scolds my child. That's also tantamount to bullying.

Truth to be told, I am scared that the ghosts of my past are now coming back to haunt me and unfortunately, in the guise of The Bully at my daughter's school.

I confess I was very naughty when I was little. But I was just a child then - wicked and immature; a spoiled brat who thought she's the Goddess of Naughtyland. But now that I have grown up, I try to make amends by doing random acts of kindness to show that I am sorry for all the ridiculous, hideous, evil things I have done to my classmates and playmates.

To the child of our school janitor, please forgive me for hitting you with a wooden ruler while 'helping' you answer our seat work. I made you pee on your seat, but that's unintentional and just a consequence of you being scared of me.

To my 'favorite' classmates in elementary, forgive me for putting your names in the Noisy List even if you were not. Sorry for naming my troll dolls after you and for putting fangs on your pictures.

Sorry, my Darling Sister, for trimming your eyelashes after convincing you they will grow back longer and more curly. Remember you gave me permission so this was actually NOT entirely my fault.

To the poor cat that ended up with a burnt tail after I tied a thin cloth soaked in kerosene and lit it, I am now a pet lover as proof of my apologies. I take it that my Little Sister is the one making it up to you on by behalf by adopting every homeless kitten she sees on the street.

I pray, Dear God, that my children doesn't do the naughty things I did. And most of all, I pray that they won't have any classmates or playmates who are bullies.

I repent and promise to do charity work each year for as long as I live. Just please keep my children away from naughty, spoiled brats like me.

Amen.

Friday, July 13, 2012

Slide and Glide

I've been thinking of changing the layout of my blog as I want a more upbeat look. But unlike other bloggers who can whip an awesome web page layout with a magic wand, I struggle to come up even with a color scheme. I don't know if I lack imagination or the artist blood which is supposed to run in my veins (I have a grandpa who is a painter) got lost somewhere along the way and ended up in my bladder.

Anyway, a fellow blogger and good friend suggested that I switch to WordPress as it is easier to layout. Curious and eager, I checked various blogs that are on WordPress and turned green with envy. Some blogs already has a wordpress slider plugin which allows them to display beautiful photos and videos of their topics without flooding a whole page (and causing readers to suffer from carpal tunnel syndrome with those endless page scroll down with the mouse). It's like a presentation of photographs in a PowerPoint slide show. If you still don't get what I am talking about, try viewing a set of photos in an album in Facebook and you'll see that I mean.


I want that plugin too!
 
I want to post a lot pictures when I write, especially if my blog is about my kids. Sometimes the photos can speak for themselves and I don't have to write anything at all. And definitely one photo is almost always not enough for a blog about that much awaited travel, or the baby's christening or first birthday.

I want, I want, I want! But how do I switch to WordPress? Can I move all my previous post there? Hmmm.

Shall I do the big leap? Yes? No?

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Tooth Fairy, Bring It On!

I can't remember my first ever visit to the dentist. My vivid recollection of a tooth extraction was when I was in first year high school before I wore those nasty wires to correct my bite and align my teeth. Having said that, I didn't know how it feels like for a child to sit on a dental chair for the first time to have a tooth extracted.

So it's understandable why I was a bit hesitant to take Eone to the dentist for her first ever tooth extraction. I wanted to delay the procedure but her lower incisors were already loose and shaking, thus, making her very uncomfortable. She also complained of something hard behind her loose tooth and when I checked, there is  already a permanent tooth cutting through her gums.

Believe it or not, she's the one who was bugging me about having her shaking tooth removed. I don't know, but perhaps it helped that we brought her to Dr. Alex, The Hubby's dentist for 20 years for a check up a few weeks ago and when my Mom had her dentures fixed.

let's get ready to rumble!

To make the long story short, the dentist pulled out 2 teeth without Eone shedding a tear or complaining of any pain. She's even brave enough to ask Dr. Alex for a mirror so she can see the newly formed space on the front of her mouth.


My girl never fail to amaze me. I had expected she'd be scared, cry and make it difficult for me and the dentist. But shame on me for underestimating my daughter.

On the other hand, the credit should also go to Dr. Alex, who was really good with children. He used a few strategies to make the procedure child-friendly (because he is not a pedia dentist). First, he asked Eone to bite a cotton ball laced with topical anaesthesia. After a few minutes, he asked the little miss to close her eyes because the meds he will put next might get into her eyes. That's when he injected the local anaesthetic. Few minutes later, we have 2 teeth on a tissue paper ready to be offered to the Tooth Fairy.

I am glad this first experience with tooth pulling went very well. It hope the next visits to the dentist will be as uneventful as this one. Fingers crossed.

Wednesday, July 04, 2012

The Heavenly Yummy Yema Cake

Our good friends, Nins and Clauds, sent me a box of cake they bought from their recent trip in Tayabas, Quezon. I frowned when I read the name on the box - Yema Cake by Rodillas (I later learned that they sell the best tasting yema cake in town). I know yema as a candy but never a cake.

Anyway, as I called to say thanks Nins reminded me to try to leave a slice for The Hubby. I was intrigued. Is the cake that good for the giver to forewarn me to go easy on it?

Next time I am in Tayabas, I am definitely going to buy boxes of this!

Well, it only took one bite for me to realize the warning was valid. The melt-in-your-mouth custard filling is deliciously good, and the cheese topping adds a wonderful salty kick. It's impossible to resist another slice. Thankfully, I managed to stop myself and take half of it home where the kids devoured it to the last crumb. Sorry, The Hubby didn't even see the box.

Thanks Ohnins and Clauds for sharing with us the pride of Tayabas. Ang sarap!
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