Wednesday, January 8, 2014


Pablo is a wee bit sensitive to sound. He can also be very vocal about his opinions. He makes a lot of noise but he doesn't appreciate it when other people are "noisy." More than once, Eric and I will be having a conversation and he'll ask us to be quiet because he's acting out a scenario with his toys and he doesn't want to hear anything else. Last night was one such occasion.

Pablo: Mom and Dad, can you stop talking? Because when you talk, I can't hear. And I'm playing here.
Mee: you don't want to hear Mom and Dad?
Pablo: No.
Mee: Ok then. Dad, Pablo doesn't want to hear us talking. So I think we should move upstairs so Pablo
can play down here.
Pablo: NO!!! It's ok Mom and Dad. You can talk now.

Sorry little dude. It'll be awhile before you can outsmart your mommy. ;)

Smarter than the average bear.
Image from Wikipedia.

Friday, October 25, 2013


This is mine.           I own it.           It is my right.           I deserve it.

What does it mean to own something? To deserve something? To claim that it is yours by right? Who determines this so-called right of ownership? Parents? The law? By virtue of birth / nationality / economic status?

Heavy thoughts on a Friday evening. It's a little sad. And frustrating.

Eric and I have a combined total of about 25 years of teaching experience - most of which have been with an international school. We've seen a lot of kids, from some well-off families. A recurring concern of ours is the sense of entitlement that some of our students exhibit. It's not something that we can do much about. We try, but at the end of the day there are certain lessons that are best learned from parents.

As parents, we're very careful with our son. Pablo has a little more than what we grew up with, especially since he's an only child with tech-loving parents. We're not rich by any means, but we live a comfortable life.

Sometimes when Pablo is being a brat and starts saying "This is mine!" I hold my breath and count to ten. You are still young my son, but in time you will learn that these things are not yours. Life isn't that easy. Your toys are yours because your daddy and I gave them to you. Such things are fleeting and can just as easily be taken away. Do not count on things that you did not earn, for they are never truly yours. With hard work comes ownership and that is the only time you can truly claim that it is yours.

I'm sorry my little Bubbaboy, but things are not all well and there are the dark clouds over mommy's sky. In time, it will all clear up and things will be ok. 

Friday, October 18, 2013

Enjoying a Little Quiet Time

We've been going down to Manila more frequently and we'd be there this weekend if not for a nasty cough (and worried hubby). As much fun as we have in Manila, there's no place like home.

View from the den - it's not much but the breeze is lovely and birds are chattering happily.

Home truly is where the heart is and while my heart(s) are curled up beside each other in the bedroom, I'm enjoying a quiet morning in the den.

Thursday, January 10, 2013


Photo from IMDB
Hook (Robin Williams, Dustin Hoffman) is playing on TV tonight. I love this movie. It's one of my all-time favorite movies that I can watch over and over again and I always get teary-eyed at the end. Funny thing, this is my first time watching it as a mom, and I find myself sniffling at different parts now.

It's interesting how one's perspective changes as we get older.

Wednesday, January 2, 2013

A heart so full

This is a mundane little story but this is a typical evening in our home. These are the ones that are nearest and dearest to me and I can't help but feel so blessed to have them in my life. 

Pablo has been fiddling all evening in the den with his toys and he built a little city. Eric and I were having dinner downstairs and he yelled called for us to come up to see his creation.

Pablo City!
He's very proud of it. It's right by the doorway and we've been very careful to step over it because if we knock something over he'll "cry and become bad." (Pablo's words, not mine.)

As is my habit, after dinner I retire to the bedroom while the boys hang out in the den. Duchie usually walks back and forth between the two rooms trying to figure out what to do with herself. I'm reading blogs on my computer when Pablo pops in to show me a Mickey Mouse watch that his grandmother gave him some years back. While we're talking, Eric sends Duchie out of the bedroom because she's been chewing the Duplo again.

So I say to Pablo, "Oh no. Maybe you need to check out the Pablo city. Duchie might have messed it up." (By this time, Duchie is now in the bedroom and is looking out into the hallway.)

Pablo - "Okay."

Off he runs down the corridor.

Pablo - "Oh no!"

Eric - "What's wrong?"

Pablo - "My Pablo [city]!"

Eric - "I'm sorry Pablo. Duchie..." I didn't quite hear the rest of what he said because Duchie was looking back and forth between the den and me. When she heard her name she perked up, then looked really sheepish. I think she knew Eric was explaining to Pablo that she was responsible for messing stuff up.

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Sometimes love is in the ordinary and unexciting. It's warm and snuggly, like a well-loved blanket. Just listening to them and looking at Duchie filled me with so much love.

It's been a hectic holiday season. School ended a little later than usual, then down to Manila for an unscheduled trip to attend a reunion. Back up to Subic to host the Tolentinos for lunch here in Subic. Back down to Manila for Poste dinner. Return to Subic to host my dad, et al for New Year's eve. Our home has never had so many guests. It's been wonderfully crazy. Eric and I enjoy having people over and Pablo loved it too.

Today was a return to normal. I've been cleaning non-stop for several days to try to keep the chaos at bay. Yaya is back and she got the house back into its proper order. Bubba had a nice long nap beside his dad which gave me a chance to snuggle with Duchie on the sofa. Life is good.

Happy 2013 everyone.

Friday, November 9, 2012

An afternoon of silliness

Photo direction by Pablo. Most photos were shot by Pablo (July 2012).
Please pardon the fuzziness, he hasn't quite learned how to steady himself. 

He asked for a photo with the box on his head.

"You too mom!"

"I want a picture with Mom."

Break from the silliness

Daddy & Duchie getting in on the action.

Self-portrait of the silly boy

"Mom & Dad, put your tongue out!"

Sunday, October 21, 2012

The joys of living outside the city

Last night I was tidying up the rooms upstairs while Pablo and Eric were playing downstairs. Fifteen minutes into whatever he was doing, Pablo starts shouting "Mommy come! I have something to show you!"

So I rush downstairs to my excited little boy.

"Come! Come! I have something to show you!" he says as he leads the way outside. In my head I'm thinking, he probably wants to show me some weird insect or maybe Duchess doing her business. Once outside he gestures up into the sky and proudly proclaims "Tada! Look Mom, moon and stars!"

My heart just melts. Gosh, the sense of wonder of this boy. These are the moments when being an indulgent parent pays off.

And he didn't stop there. We marched back into the house to get Eric with cries of "C'mon Dad! I have something to show you!" Once Eric was outside, Pablo went back into the house to get three chairs (I do the actual grunt work while he oversees which chairs are to be brought outside). Duchess running back and forth with us, not quite sure what the hubbub was all about.

We sat outside our house for maybe 20 minutes enjoying the cool air under the moon and stars. Duchie sniffing around and occasionally barking at a passerby. Pablo and his daddy played "what's-that-sound" while I was just happy to share this magical moment with my family.