Slow Down There Little Guy...

me and Yllac, at Mt.Samat last January 13, 2013

Casa Lozada is busy busy busy busy at the moment. I can prove it to you by the date of these photos I am sharing to you just now. Ooooppps, sorry. Not-for-a-moment will never happen for us anymore. Why? Because Yllac is officially a toddler now. (i do declare!) 

Did I say we're busy? Because we are. I didn't know what busy meant until this toddler-age became real this year. I always thought that it will be easy when Yllac becomes a toddler, but boy oh boy I was dead wrong. He is everywhere. He touches everything. He's quick! He's messy. He mimics everything we do and say -oh, well at least babble his own version of it. He's messy! Did I say messy twice? Because he is. It's like, I just made the bed but here I am picking a few of our pillows from the floor and good luck to me finding some of them because my toddler loves to hide them in places where it doesn't belong. Like in my shoe closet and under the bed. In fact, right now, Im not even sure if ill be able to finish writing this post because my sweet toddler keeps knocking on my door. (we're trying to keep all our computer devices away from this toddler, that's why i hide in the other room whenever i work on my computer) He's nosy too. Nosy, nosy, nosy, noooosy. Yesterday after I plucked my eyebrows (yup! eyebrows done! next? my forgotten nails!) i couldn't find my eyebrow brush. And you know the dilemma and personal issues that comes to every woman with no eyebrows, right? I couldn't find it on the floor, couldn't find it in my pouch, couldn't find it in my shoe closet, or under the bed. I was sweating. I swear I am this close to losing it, and then, there I saw Yllac, sporting 3 layers of uni-brow on his forehead. c",)  

I have 5 half-written blog  post. The laundry basket is a mess. My sink is waiting. But at least i finished painting all of my five fingers on my left hand last night- the right hand will wait. My toes? Oh, forget about them! I always wear shoes anyway. Most times I am in the middle of finishing some work but then Yllac would come to me, smile and embrace me. He would hold my hand, pull me and take me to his place and everything stops and my things will just have to wait. Everyday, I try to remind myself that it's okay not to catch up on everything. The world will go on without me. But to my toddler, I am his whole world and he is mine. I remember these old photos of us last January and I can tell you exactly were I was in my life. I remember feeling happy and contented. I am a mother and this is my job. Sometimes it is frustrating and lotsa times very monotonous. It is a physical job. It is exhausting especially in summer. This mothering, this is a good job. I do it everyday. Sometimes smiling, sometimes not. Sometimes crying but lotsa lotsa times with laughter. And when i finally put him to bed at night I feel good. At the end of the day, no matter how hard our day was, I always feel good. And those are the things that matter most to me, plus of course those late night snaking with Jayson after Yllac was asleep. We love our instant yakisoba and Friends. 

ps,

I know I promised you a shop update this week, but obviously that didn't happen. I am very sorry about that. Hope you forgive me. But next week, I promise.... oh well, we'll see about that. 

Seriously, thank you for your patience.