Photo Dump + Yllac's First Cinema Movie (Planes)...

Mickey Mouse and Elmo are Yllac's Woody and Buzz. YahknowhatImean? Also, If you're interested to know, I don't take photos when moving. So we're safe here. 

Last Thursday, my chicken-little and I went out for a date. It was phenomenal. Because last Thursday was Yllac's very first cinema movie and mine too since I gave birth to him, so my heart has been jumping for joy since then. The whole experience was amazing. I think it's more of a big deal for me than for him. So forgive the gazillion of photos commemorating this special day for us. From getting our movie ticket to picking our movie snack, I gotta say, everything went smooth. Too smooth it scared me. He was holding my hand the whole time. Never letting go. It was a big moment for me as his momma and a little heart-pinching because my baby isn't a baby anymore. Obviously. Suddenly, he became this new person in my eye last Thursday. When I look at him, I can see a little dude. I can trust him to walk beside me or sometimes he'd let go of me but still maintaining that close walking distance between us. We're like ducks. He knows my quack. It's like we have this invisible string attaching him to me while I was clutching our small bucket of fries and a large soda and a huge bag on my shoulder, he was just following my every step and sometimes would hold to my skirt as his eyes roam around. I was really surprised and that's too too too cute for my book. And when I showed the cinema people my stamp he gladly showed his arm too. OH!That.Killed.Me. I let him sit on my lap at first and once he got comfortable he then took his own seat, covering his ears from time to time if the sound is getting too loud. Honestly, I'm not even sure if I followed the movie because I was glued to him the entire time. He would laugh and scream and move his hands mimicking the plane and clap, - oh the clapping,  (most especially at the end) and I was just in complete awe. I mean, a heard of bongo-playing elephants could have stampede in front of me and I wouldn't care to move... I am completely in love with this little person so absorbed with his first cinema movie. And you know what that means...my life just got more exciting. So exciting, especially when he farted. So loud! A bunch of times! Oh well, after the fart, I was sure I got my baby back. Seriously Yllac, never ever fart on your first date. But it's okay, that's years and years ahead. Right now as his mom, I'm okay with the fart. 

Happy Friday folks. I wish you a loooong and fun-filled weekend with the ones you love.

my top and skirt: thrift
boots: gojane
bag: target

Yllac Lorenzo Lozada: God's gift c",)
Yllac's pants: SM Kids

Dear Cyd...

My earliest memory would be the day you were born. I remember Lola saying that I am gonna be a big sister and that time back at home we had no idea if you're gonna be a new baby girl or boy. So I was anxiously waiting for you to come home, announcing to everybody that "may kapatid na ako". I remember mom and dad coming home that day, I was wearing a dress and our family just went nuts and forgot about me to crowd over you. And then my next memory would be us two on our bed, you were so little and I was holding your bottle, feeding you. I thought you were so pretty and you have a cute nose. I remember one summer here in Bataan, I was 6 and you were 4, I carried you on my back for two blocks because you don't want your feet to get dirty. Everyone was laughing at us. I hate you that day. I remember breaking your ear too. Remember, we used to play with boxes pretending it was a car, I put you inside a little box, pushed you around, and when it was my turn, you refused to get out of the box so i pushed you to your side and you knocked your ear against the fridge. Your right ear was black for a week. Everybody hates me. I am so sorry about your ear. I really do. I paid dearly by not watching Mara Clara until your ear healed.  I remember that day after we watched Rocky, we thought it would be fun to box. So you sucker punched me, that one punch took my breath away I thought I was gonna die. So i cried to Papa Polding and he let me punch you numerous times by him holding both your hands to you back. But you just laughed and said I punched like a girl. I remember punching you to the ground and then a little later we shared a bottle of Sarsi cola.  

You were my first playmate, my first best friend. My first enemy.  Growing up, there were a lot of times I wanna get rid of you. You read my diaries a bunch of times and told mom about everything in it. You always find my diary key. OH well, no surprise there because we share a room. Maybe the highlight of my childhood was making you cry or laugh so hard that food and snot came out of your nose at the same time. When padded bra was all the rage when i was 12, I asked dad and mom to buy me one. But as responsible parents, they refused. So you told me to stuff mine with tissue paper.  When mom and dad don't understand, you always do and always will. Thanks for the tip. It did not work,

In high school, we acted like we didn't care about each other. Mom forced you to stay home and sat yourself in the kitchen for hours while i entertain a suitor in the living room. Oh, how much you hated me, but you do it because you care about me and to make sure that no boy gets to have any kind of "bases" with me. And when I first got my heart broken, you were there. You said I was so much sadder when we were together and I believed you. And I knew you were always looking out for me. Having you as a brother is better than having a superhero. Superheros don't get you burgers in the middle of the night, but you always do. 

I guess, what I'm trying to say is, to people we all grow old, but not to me. We know each other's hearts, we share private family jokes, family feuds, griefs and joys. No one will understand my craziness like you do, you are my childhood that can never be lost. You are my first male friend, my witness, my defense attorney, my shrink. And believe me, some days, you were the reason I wished I was an only child. You gave away two of my pants to one or two of your friends. You gave away our typewriter to your friend-in-need.  You have a huge, nice heart, so so so generous. People adored you, you are the favorite of the family. Two decades ago I was so jealous of you, now you make me proud. 

God knows I wouldn't make through life without you. 

Happy 31st birthday Cydibong. I miss you. I love you so much.

Love,

Ate

ps,

Do you remember the white dove Dad gave you when every boy in our street has one? I think you were 10 then. You kept it in a small cage and stare at it day and night for two days. You adored that bird. Three days later I took it out and let it fly. I thought if i clap my hands it will come back to me. 20 years to this day it hasn't come back yet. You cried for the loss of your bird for days and Im sorry I did not say anything. I think the bird was stupid, or am I? Now you know it was me, please forgive me.

pps,

there's only one person I "hate" in this lifetime. Nope, It was not the first boy who broke my heart. It was that girl who first broke your heart, that girl who made you cry in the dark and made you not get up from your bed for days. I still hate her to this day.

ppps,

I am glad I am not an only child.  

pppps,
Remember that one time, (me 7, you 5) we decided to run-away because we made dad and mom so mad  and we were both scared to go home? We hid in Inang's pugon and then you said, "Ate let's go home, it's getting dark." and we went home. How dumb are we???? 

ppppps,
Im relieved you grew up to be the great man that you are now, especially after all the torturous stories I made up when we were kids...the worms coming out of your arms, you did not move for minutes. And you actually felt wiggly things crawling in your sides. And how can you forget my cruelty by telling you that your real bilogical mom is your favorite ugly stuffed toy monkey you drag around with you all day. I am being mean to you because I hate that monkey, not because I hate you. You are my favorite brother after all. That night you slept with your monkey whispering to it's ear, "goodnight mommy". I hope you know by now that i was just kidding right? I mean, you're not hairy at all.

Life After The End Of The World...

oh, nobody else here, just us two monkeys holding up a fort every night since Sunday

Hi you! Another end-of-the-world has come and gone, how are you holding up? 

So last Sunday, I woke up to a news of coming storm and cankle-deep water in front of our home. I am talking about my cankles here guys. Since I am three equal parts of chicken, wimp and puss, I rushed back inside to pack an overnight bag and took my chicken little with me to some place high and warm. Know what, I'm glad am such a mother-of-all-chickens because little did I know that this year's flood will reach our living room and that means another car trouble for me. I cannot deal with another car problem, so... woohoo God for you made me perfect : sissy and chicken and all that.

For the last couple of nights I was thinking a lot of things, most especially our home. I mean, the water went inside. I was trying my best to not think about it. I distracted myself with shoes (on-line window shopping), lots of ice-candies, books and the little angel on my shoulder must have gone dead because I wasn't reasoning with myself anymore. As a matter of fact I watched One More Chance for the very first time, drooling and smiling on my own each time John Lloyd looked into my eyes. Eeeek!!! Lloydie is a great illusion and distraction in one yummy sitting but I got to come back to Earth and face the mess of my home. Seriously, that movie is a bummer but John Lloyd is hot. By the way who names their kid Lloyd these days?

okay, moving on...

This morning I got a clearance from my good neighbor that I can finally come home. I miss my home, I really do, but I don't want to come home to a mess. At this point, putting my best chicken foot forward won't work. So here comes another fake courage from me unleashing my inner-zilla to take charge. On the way home I let my car blast off some Third Eye Blind and Jason Mraz and I find myself singing loud to it. I mean, its so catchy that even my chicken little is humming to it too. Somehow while getting ourselves a drive thru Jollibee food (yum) and singing to Jumper (Everyone's got to face down the demons, Maybe today, We can put the past away.....) I have become an emotional rock. You know, it does not mean having no emotions at all, it just means, I am slowly numbing myself to not let things get to me as much and use logic instead of the first emotion that pokes into my brain. To be honest, I've been exhausted for the last couple of days and going to just-been-flooded home with my toddler for the very first time since the storm hit our little town is a bit draining just thinking about the scale of the damage. Cleaning a mess needs a good strategy and it seems overwhelming to me as a one-clown-show with a cute monkey as my side kick. I feel tired already. So, I gotta do what needs to be done. First, I gulped down two Jollibee iced coffee to gear up (yahknow...drinking coffee makes you do stupid things faster), then i finally broke down and called my aunt to help me clean up. Yes, there's an aunt somewhere and she's thrilled to be hearing from me, even that one call is to ask for help. yup! prodigal niece.

..we like to dance and sing and take selfies in between cleaning up.

So, three hours later and an empty bucket of fried chicken , and an empty can of lysol, and not forget a big bouts of tantrums from my chicken little - the floors are clean, our home is mess free. Iiiiiii did it. With a lot of help from my Aunt of course and also today Id like to give myself a little credit for a job well done and for being brave when all i wanna do is hide under a rock. And for having the courage to slowly face this mess I don't ever wanna deal with. 

This week, before, during and after the storm I have learned to focus on fixing only things that are in my control. I even surprised myself that I haven't whined about the weather or boredom and all the things I normally rant over at facebook. I mean, Im not X-men's Storm to control the weather. (did i just give you Storm as an example? yikes. That's too much tv for me) The last couple of days I managed to practice saying, doing and thinking nothing when i felt like complaining or just getting angry at something. I mean, to avoid negative experience would be silly. That's something we cannot avoid while we're all here. But it's always effective to build a gap and shut up. Okay, i need more practice on this one. But seriously though, I just can't complain. My son and I are well, healthy and safe the whole time. So I got a lot of good things going on for me. Life's a peach. Also, it's good to know, this morning the world did not end.

Okay, I am a sap and a bit of melodramatic. Oh well, you know that by now.

So goodnight my dear hommies. I will leave you this photo of my baby duck while we were having our dinner on our table, in our home. Just us two ducklings being silly, making lots of faces and snot noises. I'm not particularly proud of this, this snot face I am making him do, but he's in this stage where he mirrors everything I do. It's a fun fun stage for both of us. Yah know, he still likes me and is not complaining yet.

I wish you a relaxing Friday and weekend with the ones you love. Take a long pause and savor the simple joys of everyday life. As long as we are here, we are truly blessed to be living this life.

ps,

while my boy is tucked away safely in bed, i can finally, slowly, calmly and completely fall apart because today I lost a couple of books.... To hell with reason, i love those books. So let me nurse my booboo away tonight, it's not about logic, it's love. Darn, I love those books.

Stupid Cliches, But some of them are true...

"choo choo"

So, my dear ladies and gentlegays..lets talk about this stupid cliche ei? Seriously I hate them. I tend to judge anyone who uses them in a conversation. Id be like, c'mon , please spare me, but you know and I know they ring kinda true. That's why i hate it. At the end of the day ( that's one cliche for you) they are always true. And lately I have been watching a lot of movies - romance, comedy and you know, some action too. I love me some classic ass kicking John Rambo.. Movies and cliches... I don't know the difference. At least 70% of the scenes are cliches.  So anyhow let me give you my list of "Cliches that Are True and Real Corny" in life and in movies. 

On top of my head, in no particular order:

1. love is baaah-lind. (even a toad knows this one)
2. one cup of strong black coffee, a splash of cold water and BAM your hangover is gone. 
3. beggars can't be choosers.
4. don't count your chicken before they've hatched. 
5. the hero can take anything, a bullet, a bomb explosion, walk through fire, a stabbing, but still strong enough to kill a battalion of villains.
6. pulis patola. 
7. looks can be deceiving.
8. time heals all wounds.
9. actions speak louder than words. (men is the master of this art, women will never learn this)
10. the husband is always shocked when the woman tells him she's pregnant. (duh!)
11. the ugly duckling  will always turn into a beautiful swan and boys , all boys will fall in love with her. 
12. there will always be some whizkid you knows how to hack the computer even pentagon. (where is this kid really)
13. there's no such thing as a free lunch.
14. another day, another dollar.
15. a bomb is disarmed with two second left. (cut the red wire or he blue wire???), oh the perspiration too.
16. gun standoff (two guns each person pointing left and right) and the conversation continues normally
17. there's always a kiss at the end of a love movie. 
18. johnny depp is always hot.
19. Alien. There's always an alien that wants to wipe out the world. But you know, HA HA HA, better luck next time. 
20. heros/tough guys with 6 pack and jumbo arms walking away from an exploding vehicle.
21. jumping out of the windows without a scratch. 
22. a looooooong scream of NOooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!! of fury. I mean, there's one in every movie. 
23. curiosity killed the cat.
24.  the good guys never NEVER fall off a fast moving vehicle while on top of it, while their foot steering the wheel.
25. the hero always gets the girl.

that's it for me guys... care to add more?

So, let's move on to another cliche part of this blog. The picture. Lotsa pictures of my life lately.

ever heard of, when it rains, it pours?

you gotta wipe your nose first and then your shades. I love this boy. 

where did my baby go?

mirror art

my bun and shameless selfie at the car shop... 

group cuuuuuuuddle... 

 

...and the rest of the car shop photos. Know what, each time i go to the car shop, i feel like i am going home with a  slightly bigger arm muscle and thicker mustache. 

Happy weekend folks. 

Letters and Numbers Pancakes...

One of the greatest perks of having a toddler is that you get to play with your food once again. I mean, how fun are these pancakes???

...today I woke up in my best Mary Poppins mode and wanted a hearty pretty looking breakfast.

The secret to this magic is a squeeze bottle (you can find these in any grocery stores) and just get creative and let your kids "draw" their own pancakes. I cannot wait for Yllac to grow a little bigger so he can actually participate in this.

I think he likes it, I also think that this boy is faaareaking adorable. It's fun watching him choose what number to eat first. So cute. I mean, how fun are toddlers???

TGIF! Have a great weekend folks! 

ps,
rainbow pancakes