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My baby daughter loves to play - with her toys, mom’s “kikay” kit, my aging gadgets, plastic wares, doors (my goodness), and all other things that are new to her sight.
But that’s how kids are, right? They care nothing less in the world than having fun ALL the time. If they can’t associate the idea of fun with the things you want them to do, they will most likely do something else.
Dinner Time. My daughter gets bored eating even if the only thing she has to do is to open her mouth and chew. She doesn’t care if you keep on babbling that it’s good for her health. Just what is health to a child’s perspective? Ah... umm... ahh (exactly my point).
It’s a different story though when it comes to the goodies from her lola’s sari-sari store. The taste of lollypops and cookies is a joy for her to nibble.
So to make her eat, we let her finish her food at lola’s store. Her lola would usually promise her a choco bar after she’s finished with dinner. And by the time she's finished, she’s already satiated to eat anything else.
Brushing Time. My daughter would usually run or cover herself with a blanket whenever it’s time to brush her teeth. Even if the only thing she has to do is to alternate smiling and saying “ah” for about a minute while I do the brushing. Nope she still can’t understand with her baby mind that brushing is beneficial for her teeth and gums. Sitting still while holding her mouth open for half a minute is an endurance test for her.
To shorten brushing time, I bought her a motorized kiddie toothbrush - one with a recognizable Buzz Lightyear design. Her “toy” brush raised her excitement the first few days. But later on, I have to couple it with a video of her choice. Now that her attention is focused on the LCD, I can brush her teeth better.
Sleeping Time. Ah… the capital punishment for my baby when either mamsi or dadsi (that’s me) is too tired to play. Sleeping for my daughter is the opposite of her ultimate babyish goal – play, play, play! Forcing her would only end up in mamsi (love you mamsi) yelling and the baby crying. Scaring her that a boogeyman is about to get her is not psychologically good either.
To help (not make) her sleep, we usually “cool” her down. No not with ice on the forehead or setting the air-conditioner at full power, but with bedtime stories, musical videos, or even just plain milk. This way her brain tries to relax, diverting her desire from jumping or playing in bed to just listening and observing. And before we even know it, she’s already asleep.
I was surprised to find out that Eat Bulaga, probably the longest running noon time show in Philippines, is becoming a trending topic among Twitters (or is it Tweeterers). According to them, it’s because David Archuleta, the #2 American Idol contender last season 7, made a guest appearance on the said TV show.
As expected, several young televiewers were so thrilled upon seeing him that they can hardly stop talking (and tweeting eventually) on how ecstatic they were.
Unfortunately for us parents, the only time we can watch television is after office hours. Except of course those who are on the night shift.
Hmm… I wonder if there are any torrents for Eat Bulaga. Or even Wowowee? Naah…
I just need to see if Ariana is still with Eat Bulaga.
Just when you thought life couldn’t get better for the majority of the British boxing aficionados who fell short of their expectations from Ricky “The Hitman” Hatton. In case you haven't heard, their Hitman got HIT MANy times and was knocked flat out cold by Manny “Pacman” Pacquiao.
Well here comes one British guy who just landed a job that’s almost too impossible to be real.
Ben Southall, a bungee jumping, ostrich-riding charity worker from Petersfield, Hampshire was named the winner of what has been dubbed the "Best Job in the World" — a 150,000 Australian dollar ($111,000) contract to serve as the caretaker of a tropical Australian island.
Mr. Southall beat out almost 35,000 other applicants from around the globe for the dream assignment to swim, explore and relax on Hamilton Island in the Great Barrier Reef for six months while writing a blog to promote the area.
He will live in a three-bedroom villa on Hamilton Island – complete with private plunge pool, endless ocean views and a golf buggy to go exploring, and, between fishing, hiking, sailing and snorkeling, will be responsible for a weekly blog, video and photo diaries to promote the island worldwide. A bloggers envy indeed… sigh.
The job is part of a AU$1.7 million tourism campaign to publicize the charms of northeastern Queensland, and officials say it has already generated more than AU$100 million worth of publicity for the region.
A vacation paradise for half a year with pay! Wouldn't you wish you were friends with Southall? His job starts July 1.
Getting married is one of the most stressful and luxurious event in my life. So right after marriage my wife and I agreed not to have any babies, at least not within the first year. Or so that was our plan.
Barely a month after marriage, our in-laws were lightly throwing off cues that they want to become grandparents soon. Aah ok, let’s wait and see – after a year that is (ehehehe).
Couple more months passed and the light cues have turned to in-your-face inquisition as to whether my wife is already positive or what. It has even come to a point that if “nothing” happens in the coming months my in-laws would drag me to a fertility expert for a count.
Was I being threatened? Well, in a way, yes. My in-laws feared that their remaining years won’t last that much to see their would-be grandchild reach puberty.
Halfway through the first year of our marriage, my wife felt the most unusual dawn ever. She feels nauseous and craving for something at the same time. A few drips on pregnancy kit proved positive. I felt relieved more than being happy – relieved that my in-laws would no longer hound me.
Pre-natal check-up the next day confirmed that she was already two months pregnant. Further test revealed “spotting” as a result of strenuous activity. Her obstetrician advised to take at least two weeks rest with medication or risk losing the baby. No more pilates sessions for her.
A follow-up check at the end of second week showed considerable reduction in spotting. She was given a go signal to resume work.
The rest of her days up to the hour she gave birth were crammed with weird cravings, odd dislikes, abdominal pains, awkward stances, swollen nose and limbs, uncontrollable farts, and indescribable joy beyond anything we had ever experienced.(Photo courtesy of www.microsoft.com)
Dinner Time. My daughter gets bored eating even if the only thing she has to do is to open her mouth and chew. She doesn’t care if you keep on babbling that it’s good for her health. Just what is health to a child’s perspective? Ah... umm... ahh (exactly my point).
Brushing Time. My daughter would usually run or cover herself with a blanket whenever it’s time to brush her teeth. Even if the only thing she has to do is to alternate smiling and saying “ah” for about a minute while I do the brushing. Nope she still can’t understand with her baby mind that brushing is beneficial for her teeth and gums. Sitting still while holding her mouth open for half a minute is an endurance test for her.
Sleeping Time. Ah… the capital punishment for my baby when either mamsi or dadsi (that’s me) is too tired to play. Sleeping for my daughter is the opposite of her ultimate babyish goal – play, play, play! Forcing her would only end up in mamsi (love you mamsi) yelling and the baby crying. Scaring her that a boogeyman is about to get her is not psychologically good either.
