The Lost Ones. Or So I Thought...

I thought I have forever lost these photos from last year of  early December.  It was the day we went boating around Corniche. Correction, it was more like, Yllac decided to hop on the boat finally after almost a year of convincing him that boats are safe. And that there are no sharks to stalk us. So, back to that unfortunate time I lost these photos, I asked and asked Jayson about these and for some reason we couldn't remember where we stored it. We checked our laptops a couple of times with no success of finding them. I thought Id lost them forever until a month ago, when Jayson was working on my laptop and miraculously they were there, hidden on some wormhole of folders. I was relieved. I showed them right away to Yllac to refresh his memories. Lo and behold, he has absolutely no recollection of this supposed to be memorable experience even a tiny bit. It's okay I guess, being less than 4 year old that time, I don't expect him to remember every bit of details of his cute life. Oh! But I vividly remember that he did not crack a single smile that day. 

So, unto the lost photos....I hope you like them as much as I do.  

West Bay, you are absolutely gorgeous. In every angle, in every direction, and on land, sea and air, you are perfection. You are my beacon of inspiration. The first day we arrived in Doha, Jayson took us driving all over West Bay right away. It was 6 in the evening and West Bay just took my breath away. She's so shiny and twinkly and bright. Like a star on Earth.  

Per person cost about 15-20 riyals for 20 minutes ride. It was fun. I highly recommend this activity. These boats are easy to spot. They are all over Corniche and am pretty sure they will try to approach you if you want a boat ride. Plus they play super upbeat Arabic music as you go along. So not bad at all. 

That's all for today. God bless. 

Hello. It's Me.

Hi! Just wanted to check if this is still working. Are you still there? 

There are so many days I tried to be here, write something, or share a photo, or something. 

I am a terrible, terrible, terrible blogger. That too! I am not even worthy to attach my name to being a blogger. Real bloggers out there would cringe. 

The truth is, I am always here. I am the same. Maybe a little changed Denise Katipunera, but still the same. 

Sometimes I don't know what to say. Can I just be here without saying anything? 

Can I? 

How You Doin'?

Motherhood these days.... is stepping on legos, Watching a lot of Madagascar. Baking and cooking anything with banana. Banana bread. Banana pancake. Banana muffin. Cause I got a growing monkey over here. Having Curious George book at my bedside table, within arms reach cause that's the favorite book of my monkey babe.  Basically that's it, and oh, a lot of fart jokes. 

So anyway, today I have managed to sort through our photos taken early this year. And since I am in front of my laptop, i thought it would be fun to share some of our photos from April, from our wedding anniversary celebration. You know, just like the olden days. That blogging habit. My olden days. When i used to blog regularly. 

On to the fun...

I cannot believe that we've been married for seven years. I guess time flies so fast when you are having fun. 

Yikes...

It was 2 days ago, when I thought am gonna just sit on my chair and finish Yllac's leftover lunch when I heard him from the other room meow-ing. He peeked through the door and meowed like a cat with his hands clawed trying to scare me. It was a permanent ink. At least I got a good giggle. Everybody in the office had a good giggle. Oh boy! I could use this as a Holiday card. 

Yllac is getting so big. But I love that he still crave for my approval and I know Ill miss it when he no longer need or want my attention. Am telling you, these little-kid-years are fleeting. I love it when Yllac still rely on me to read him a bedtime story. To read in an animated voice that gives him the best laugh of his life that i truly cherish. His laughter is magic. Someday i will no longer hear those sweet baby tiny voice that calls me mommy. Soon, he'll be a teen and then a grown man. So I'm trying hard to relish the fading years of his litteness left in him. I marinate in the morning snuggles and sweetness of him. I exalt in moments of his playfulness, obsession with his toy fire trucks, inevitable crying, tantrums and I especially cherish his childish mispronunciations. Above all else, I have to be mindful of my limited time in this stage of our life, My kid is getting bigger. I have to get all the cuddles now.