A Bibliophile's Lament

I miss my books.

I don't know when we will settle into our own permanent home but I made Boa promise that my books must have their own space to breathe. That's imperative.

Left home to live on my own 5 years ago. I was living in a 24 square meter space but I managed to cram my books in by placing them on durable, plastic boxes which I stacked beside my bed. Served as my bedside table as well.

After that, I've lived in a dorm, moved back home, gotten pregnant and hitched (in that order, if I may add), moved into my MIL's home during pregnancy, and then moved back home during Wolf's first and a half years of life.

I'm now back living to my MIL's house but during that exhausting sojourn, that back and forth rally of nomadic living, I posited my books at my old room. And that's where my babies have been holed up ever since. They're gathering dust. Pages waiting to be flipped and letters aching to be read. Poor things.

I miss them. But someday.

The Birthday Boy and His Terrible Twos

Wolf turned two on February 6 and along with it, he is now showing symptoms of the dreaded Terrible Twos.

Sigh.

Wolf is a punk. He had always been this little bundle of boisterous, fun loving and super-kulit kid,  running on 9 volts of Energizer. He's actually my Mini-Me in that area: can't still for long.  We accepted that.

Despite his kakulitan, he has always been even tempered and sweet natured. I kid you not.

He wasn't a colicky baby. Have no problems putting him to sleep because he can sleep on his own even as a baby and now that he's a toddler, sleeping time is a breeze with him.

So the sudden changes these past few days alarmed us.

There had been a lot of fake-crying to get what he wants. A lot of kicking and screaming and lying on the ground if his demands are not met. And I'm also blaming my mother-in-law for his recent addiction, which is playing with ice cubes.

Let me tell you why I'm against him playing ice cubes: First of all, it's messy. And most importantly, he is recuperating from a cold and sucking ice would not help him heal.

Last Saturday, we celebrated his birthday at Star City with the whole family. The kids had a blast, by the way.  Then we had a really big seafood dinner at Dampa on Macapagal.

Everything was going fine until the waiter placed a bucketful of ice in front of him.

And then bam!

The clamor for ice began. And when we didn't comply, it turned into a full blown tantrum-fest.

It was the first time that he did that in public, so to make him stop, they gave him what he wanted. Note that my mother is against the whole thing as well because of the choking risk.

Admittedly, we were horrified by his behavior. First time that he threw a tantrum in public. And I didn't think we handled it well.

To be fair, there had been major changes in the househould recently which disrupted our daily routine, and that must've upset him as well.

Well, we're learning and we're experimenting on ways how to discipline him. He's a headstrong kid so sometimes cajolery works but you have to show him who's boss. Because if you're a pushover like his lolas, he'll bully you. As in.

Despite the changes, we're happy and glad and relieve that his cold did not escalate into something else. he had fun on his birthday. He is a happy, and healthy, and funny kid.

Boa and I are the blessed ones in this case.

Happy birthday dear Wolfie.  We have so much love for you yet sometimes there's so little time.

No Eating Here Tonight

Have I mentioned that Boa is on an ongoing diet since January 1st?

Well, yes, he is and I'm proud to report that he's gone cold turkey and sworn off rice for 26 days and counting.

Yay!

I hope he would stop drinking carbonated stuff though and start a work out regimen. But every bit counts.

We will do a weigh in at this month's end.

I was rummaging thru our medicine storage box last Sunday when I came upon 6 tablets of 300MG Carnicor, which was the L-Carnithine tablets I bought for Boa last year to help him lose weight.

Took one pill. No immediate effect.

Took a pill before shift ended last night and then, whoa.

My stomach started rumbling. I was wide awake until 5am! Slept for three hours and then I was off and running. It's like having a measly three hour sleep didn't matter. Didn't even have a single sip of caffeine for today.

Are diet pills supposed to have this effect?  Well, I would never know now because I'm not gonna take those pills again. Ever.

Maybe I'll just take up sports again. Maybe, capoeira. A plan of mine 4 years ago that have taken a backseat among others.

Maybe.

OUCH!!!

One of life's little but painful annoyances.

You know how you sometimes cut your toenails a little bit too much near the flesh part and then you'll get your toe stubbed?

o-u-c-h

For Last Year's Words Belong to Last Year's Language

This is a belated holiday greetings from me and my family.

Last month and up until last week was a whirlwind of parties, events, and 2 very special weddings (Apolo-DeJesus and Espinosa-Dancalan) that we had to attend. There was no opportunity to sit and gather my thoughts as I usually do when a year ends.

And so we're wishing everyone a very Happy New Year.

Hope everyone will be safe and healthy and prosperous.

=)