The Calm Before The Storm...

Hello and welcome to my life this week. Am gonna keep it short people. We were flooded again last Monday. 

S**t! 

This time we never got the chance to leave the house before the water trespassed my car and my home. 

Double S**t! 

So blah blah blabh blah blah, right now my home is clean again and i already took my car to the car shop to cook and toast it up. Then I went grocery shopping to buy food and supplies in case the rapture comes again. Cause, you'll never know, you know? Am a tell yah, people's eyes zoomed in to my ass because I was quite a sight today. Cause you know, my car seat made me look like i peed my pants in public.

So anyway, anyway, anyway, last Saturday I took a day off and went to visit my sorority house, aka, Sigma Ukay Mega Halukay. A lot of my sisters were present, so crazier than I am  that I never got the chance to really look around. But I went home with two skirts ( a green maxi and yellow pencil skirt), a poncho and two sweater for less than 200 pesos. Not bad ei?

Also, I don't know how to tell you this without sounding too dramatic, but I am kind of tired today. Both my wrist hurt, I think, even my earlobes hurt. I believe that everyone needs something to believe in when the going gets tougher than the usual, and i believe Ill have a glass of frozen margarita and a shot of shut up and deal with it. Yah know what am saying?

Is there any way to switch October for November? You know, November be the 10th month? ..... November should come any day now...  

I miss having someone.

Anyway, I hope you're all having a great week. Ill be back next week. Wish me luck.... like the best kick-ass luck you can ever send me. Thank you.

Around Here Lately...

So, Hi! Hi! Hi! hello! hello! hello! hello!  to you! Woooohooo, that's the coffee talking but, you know what, I wanna say Hi to you too.

Anyway, anyway, anyway, Lemme tell you something about myself theses days. So every night before 8 pm I go to bed close to being dead. Thanks to the little dude I live with, and his refusal to take a nap during the day. Soon as he hit the bed and closes his eyes I drained the last of my batteries to tidy up the house and just completely let myself feel the exhaustion. You know, the whole combination of doing errands, house chores plus busting a move, and cartwheeling all day plus singing all kinds of songs, from Mickey Mouse, to Hi5 to Eraserheads, yup! my boy likes the Eheads. And you know what's good about exhaustion??? it's a gift. You first feel it in your eyes and as soon as you close your eyes you'll slowly feel your whole body letting go. It's like flying. Floating. Only on your bed. Tranquilized to perfection. You can actually operate on me, take out my liver and I won't flinch. And then 10 hours passing without me knowing it, next thing I hear is the sound of my little dude calling me mama and saying over and over again, "dede" or Mama, up! Dede. I mean, I cannot remember the last time in my adult life I've had 8 hours of sleep without interruption. And lately I am scoring more than 8 hours of sleep. Am I back to being a toddler or what? And I have a feeling I am getting taller too. It's like I am in this infinite loop, operating in repeat day after day. And I love it. Am a tell yah, I can fall asleep in trenches, in spite of the roaring of canons and shrapnel over my head. Dude I am in total peace. 

Anyway, anyway, anyyyyywaaay,,,, enough of the bragging.. I figure I wanna share some of the photos I took this week. Hope you enjoy them...

Last Monday, right after Yllac's class it rained faaareaking hard, just after we got inside the car. If we go straight home, and me opening the gate, I will get wet. I don't wanna take a bath last Monday so "we" decided to drive around and wait for the rain to stop. Seriously though, I am just an idiot taking a cue from a 2 year old's scream (because I know he does not want to go home yet, I can tell from his scream when he saw our house). And what do you know...when we stopped for gas I saw my little dude smiling from ear to ear. Happy as a clam. So for maybe an hour, my clam and i hang out with the cows. Fun date! 
 

Saturday Paper...

Happy Weekend guys...

I guess there's no harm on sharing the things I've read and seen that inspired me, made me smile or laugh, and think. - here are from the pages of my magazines (old and new) to you.

Last Weekend According to My Phone... (Warning, Too Many Photos)

Last Saturday, my toddler and I drove to Clark to see two of my best friends and their two adorable kids. Two whole amazing days spent with my favorite people! I mean, I saw other types of human beings last weekend. Also, another reason is THIS THIS and THIS. That was us last year. It was so much fun so we decided to join them again. So anyway, anyway, anyway here's a photo dump from the weekend.

This is probably the coziest Starbucks I've been to. So far. I mean, I am not a Starbucks connoisseur or anything. 

I guess this is the only time in your toddler's life and in your life as a mama that you can make them wear anything you like. For example this skinny pants is from the girl's section and he's totally rocking it. What you don't know won't hurt you right? So don't tell my son. Seriously, baby girls jeggings are so comfy. I mean, girls clothes are comfy and stylish. He can totally bend and run and it hugs his bum and round tummy just fine.  The sales person calls it "low rise jeans" for girls. 

?????? 

don't care what they call it. But my, my, my he looks tall. Wow! My son has grown because of this jeggings.

I Am Bah-bah...

Irrelevant photo? Check!

Yllac poking this small butterfly a week ago, and BAM it moved. He's a good screamer. I feel safe with him.

Saying that I have a very complicated baby these days is an understatement. Oh well, thee-thee, pamalamadingdong, let me count the ways...

Let's say, for instance, I am gonna tell you that I  hate it when people don't eat my food. When I say people,  I only mean Yllac. As his bahbah (that's code for mama) i need to make sure that his food is not too cold and not even warm. He's in no way having any British blood in him but he likes his food in a perfect room temperature. And when it's not.... yah know what I mean? And anything meaty, I have to make sure that it's been broken-in first. Most days, I feel like I am a bird more than a human being. 

As his bahbah I can only dress him in shorts that's above his knee and no long sleeved top. Anything below the knee (except for pants of course) would unleash the end-of-days. At least for us two. 

As his bahbah, I know (and this he gets from me) that he is the most imperfect sleeper. It's good to produce one of my kind so there will be someone for him for the rest of his life to understand what it's like to need sleep but you just can't get it. But it breaks my heart seeing him all exhausted but can't seem to sleep it off on his own. Right now, all that I ever want as a mother is to have a special power or magic or whatchamacallit or spell to make him sleep in a snap of my finger, or to make him stay asleep and dreaming for as long as i want, aaaaaand to have this power to make him wake up all happy and cheery when Im all toasty and good to wake up too. Because this past few days he's my little white sheep every morning, complaining every little details of where should i pat him, or where should be my left arm go, or the blanket isn't covering all of his body and legs. I mean, come on Yllac, you're not even three and this is the drama we're having every day, every morning.

He is very complicated. Playtime isn't all about play and being laid back these days, when Elmo isn't sitting straight (elmo has no backbone fyi) he'd scream for me, "bahbah bahbah, emo, emooooo!", so i would get rid of elmo and replaced it with mickey mouse. The other day his choo-choo train ran out of batteries, so he screamed for me, all tears and goo streaming down his face. My poor little baby, all emotional and loud for his age. Sometimes watching him in full rage is equal parts amusing and terrifying.  Mothers, yah feel me? 

Honestly, there were times I find myself asking when am I gonna have my "life" back. Like, when am I gonna have a full long bath? Or when I am gonna wash and condition my hair again? Or I can just settle for a simple blow dry. God knows I've been dreaming for that night where I can sleep on my side again or to eat real food to warm my stomach for instance... (oh God please, no more Jollibee!!!) Or, it would be great to have an hour or two so I can answer emails, visit people's blogs and leave comments. I miss doing those. Or to have a quiet day so I can answer emails and visit people's blogs and to reply or just leave comments. I miss doing those. Or to have one afternoon for myself inside a coffee shop without having to chase another human being while I enjoy my very cold brain-freezing yummy iced latte. Anyway, anyway, anyway... you know what, Yllac is my purpose in life. Sometimes I forget that, I have to keep that in mind. Maybe even before I was born, God planned to create Yllac and plans to hand him to me. To me, his bahbah. This little boy dude - stubborn and bright eyed, and me, we're a great team.  Maybe in 18 years time we'll figure this all out, but now, He is for me and I for him. So now we just snuggle. Snuggle, snuggle, snuggle....His little hands clutching my arms holding so close to his chest, never letting me go.

anyway, anyway, anyway... this was us yesterday at 2 in the afternoon. I mean, we're not always meltdowns and cries over here.

this was my little sheep at 4 in the afternoon. HAPPY!

and at 5, this happened. He doesn't want to go home. Ggggggreat!