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babies cry all the time but so do moms! i cried when my baby came out into this world due to
pain, happiness, disbelief and so many more–i was a melting pot of emotions!
i cried when mikkel said his first word (dog!), when he ate his first solid meal, when he
took his first step, and when he sang his first song (it was during mass and people were
solemnly singing “our father,” mikkel joined in by singing the only song he knew, “happy
butdey”).
i cried buckets of tears the first time he said, “i yab yu ma” and i know i am going to flood
the church when my son gets married (hopefully with someone whom i i approve of! i can
imagine what a big monster-in-law i can become).
i’m a one big crymommy. i am more a crymommy than mikkel was ever a crybaby. i don’t know how
that happens. it’s like whenever mikkel does something, even the simplest, most ordinary feat
that he accomplishes, i feel a surge of emotion much more powerful than what my rationality
or logic can explain.
now i understand why i always caught my mom crying during moments that were supposed to be
happy. she cried during my first ever dance performance in school, she shed a tear or two
when i gave her a happy mother’s day card, and she uncontrollably sobbed whenever i or any of
my two brothers tell her we love her. up to now, she still does!
a mom’s love–it’s a happiness that’s beyond the laughable kind. you’d only get it when you
become a mom yourself ūüôā yes, when you become a parent, that is the only time that you will
ever begin to comprehend the enormity and depth of your parents’ love for you.

babies cry all the time but so do moms! i cried when my baby came out into this world due to¬†pain, happiness, disbelief and so many more–i was a melting pot of emotions!

i cried when mikkel said his first word (dog!), when he ate his first solid meal, when he¬†took his first step, and when he sang his first song (it was during mass and people were¬†solemnly singing “our father,” mikkel joined in by singing the only song he knew, “happy¬†butdey”).

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i cried buckets of tears the first time he said, “i yab yu ma” and i know i am going to flood¬†the church when my son gets married (hopefully with someone whom i i approve of! i can¬†imagine what a big monster-in-law i can become).

i’m a one big crymommy. i am more a crymommy than mikkel was ever a crybaby. i don’t know how¬†that happens. it’s like whenever mikkel does something, even the simplest, most ordinary feat¬†that he accomplishes, i feel a surge of emotion much more powerful than what rationality¬†or logic can explain.

now i understand why i always caught my mom crying during moments that were supposed to be¬†happy. she cried during my first ever dance performance in school, she shed a tear or two¬†when i gave her a happy mother’s day card, and she uncontrollably sobbed whenever i or any of¬†my two brothers tell her we love her. up to now, she still does!

a mom’s love–it’s a happiness that’s beyond the laughable kind. you’d only get it when you¬†become a mom yourself :)when you become a parent, that is the only time that you will¬†ever begin to comprehend the enormity and depth of your parents’ love for you.

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go places

go places, learn life
when i was a little kid, i heard my uncle bernie say that in order to travel, you need to have three
things: money, time and health. he said that when you’re young, you have time and health but not the
money; when you’re an adult and working, you have money and health but not the time; and when you’re
old, you have time and money but not health.
he made some people laugh when he quipped, “so while you’re still young, borrow money and travel!”
i was not born from a wealthy family and memories of childhood vacations were limited to nearby
beaches or seldom out-of-town trips. as a kid, i think the farthest i’ve gone to was baguio, and aside
from posing with native igorots, i hardly remember anything about it. not that i’m complaining, my
family was a happy bunch and that was all that mattered.
but of course, there were times when i would occasionally remember what my uncle said. even though our
family did not go to too many vacations, this did not at all discourage me from wanting to go
traveling. in fact, it only made me want to go places even more. i told myself that when i grow up, i
would travel to see the world. my goal back then was to visit at least one country or city from each
of the seven continents of the world. (back then, i did not know antarctica was a frozen land! all i
knew was that it was in the opposite direction of where santa lived.)
before i could do that, i knew i had to explore first what was in front of me. when i got halfway
through college, i began to do some short distance traveling with friends–tagaytay, antipolo, laguna,
bulacan, batangas, mindoro and so on.
loads of school work and one strict lola restricted my venture for exploration. i got away with it
once in a while as i would insert the words “attending a convention” or “doing investigative work”
whenever i asked for permission.
i felt bad about lying but i knew that lola would never understand. i was a restless soul and i got
itchy soles! (come to think of it, i probably got this from her as lola is a certified lakwatsera too!) at least, i always told her where i was going, i just could not explain the exact purpose of my trip.
when i started working, i went to see more places like quezon, boracay, and iloilo. it was only until
i was married that i was able to finally step out of the country and get that precious stamp on my
passport. my first out-of-the-country experience was 25 years in the making! (this time, i did not
have to concoct some weird alibi to lola. she was more than happy when she heard about our plan.)
our trip to hong kong was an adventure of all sorts and it was filled with so many bloopers. but i
don’t regret any of them because i learned so much from that experience. last month, we traveled to
cebu and bohol. bohol has that kind of beauty that would make you want to go back.
when mike i and go traveling, we don’t simply want to “travel.” i don’t want to go on guided tours and
have limited itinerary. i want to go on backpack adventures, gain different experiences, learn life
lessons, meet new people, and immerse myself into different cultures. i want to document our journey
of exploration through my writings and my husband’s photographs. i don’t even like shopping for
souvenirs as the memories i bring home are more than enough souvenir for me.
the best part of traveling for me is not the vacation itself but the moment when it is time to pack
our bags and bring home those special stories and memories i’ve gained from the trip. i intend to do
more traveling with my family in the future but it would depend on how our lives turn out. my dream destinations include maldives, india, africa, cayman islands, japan, switzerland, egypt, cambodia, dubai, italy, china, las vegas (i don’t like gambling but this is where my mom lives so i badly want to go here!) and jamaica.
my uncle was right about so many things about traveling. but instead of “borrowing” money, as he
jokingly advised, we save for it. mike and i have discovered the art of budget traveling where we are
able to go on trips while spending only a fraction of the cost that most people would normally spend
(see article, savvy tips from the budget traveler). after all, traveling is not about how much you
spend but how much you learn, it is not about money but people you travel with, people you meet, and
the experieces that you gain.

macau (13)when i was a little kid, i heard my uncle bernie say that in order to travel, you need to have three¬†things: money, time and health. he said that when you’re young, you have time and health but not the¬†money; when you’re an adult and working, you have money and health but not the time; and when you’re¬†old, you have time and money but not health.

i was not born from a wealthy family and memories of childhood vacations were limited to nearby¬†beaches or seldom out-of-town trips. as a kid, i think the farthest i’ve gone to was baguio, and aside¬†from posing with native igorots, i hardly remember anything about it. not that i’m complaining, my¬†family was a happy bunch and that was all that mattered.

but of course, there were times when i would occasionally remember what my uncle said. even though our family did not go to too many vacations, this did not at all discourage me from wanting to go traveling. in fact, it only made me want to go places even more. i told myself that when i grow up, i would travel to see the world. my goal back then was to visit at least one country or city from each of the seven continents of the world. (back then, i did not know antarctica was a frozen land! all i knew was that it was in the opposite direction of where santa lived.)

before i could do that, i knew i had to explore first what was in front of me. when i got halfway¬†through college, i began to do some short distance traveling with friends–tagaytay, antipolo, laguna,¬†bulacan, batangas, mindoro and so on.

loads of school work and one strict lola restricted my venture for exploration. i got away with it¬†once in a while as i would insert the words “attending a convention” or “doing investigative work”¬†whenever i asked for permission.

i felt bad about lying but i knew that lola would never understand. i was a restless soul and i got itchy soles! (come to think of it, i probably got this from her as lola is a certified lakwatsera too!) at least, i always told her where i was going, i just could not explain the exact purpose of my trip.

when i started working, i went to see more places like quezon, boracay, and iloilo. it was only until i was married that i was able to finally step out of the country and get that precious stamp on my passport. my first out-of-the-country experience was 25 years in the making! (this time, i did not have to concoct some weird alibi to lola. she was more than happy when she heard about our plan.)

our trip to hong kong was an adventure of all sorts and it was filled with so many bloopers. but i¬†don’t regret any of them because i learned so much from that experience. last month, we traveled to¬†cebu and bohol. bohol has that kind of beauty that would make you want to go back.

when mike i and go traveling, we don’t simply want to “travel.” i don’t want to go on guided tours and¬†have limited itinerary. i want to go on backpack adventures, gain different experiences, learn life¬†lessons, meet new people, and immerse myself into different cultures. i want to document our journey¬†of exploration through my writings and my husband’s photographs. i don’t even like shopping for¬†souvenirs as the memories i bring home are more than enough souvenir for me.

the best part of traveling for me is not the vacation itself but the moment when it is time to pack¬†our bags and bring home those special stories and memories i’ve gained from the trip. i intend to do¬†more traveling with my family in the future but it would depend on how our lives turn out. my dream destinations include maldives, india, africa, cayman islands, japan, switzerland, egypt, cambodia, dubai, italy, china, las vegas (i don’t like gambling but this is where my mom lives so i badly want to go here!) and jamaica.

i learned so many things about traveling from my uncle. it’s a good thing also that mike and i have discovered the art of budget traveling where we are able to go on trips while spending only a fraction of the cost that most people would normally spend¬†(see article, savvy tips from the budget traveler). after all, traveling is not about how much you¬†spend but how much you learn, it is not about money but people you travel with, people you meet, and¬†the experiences that you gain.

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face of mischief

face of mischief

the mischievous smile says it all. there is no way you cannot tell that this kid is extremely makulit and hyper-active. even before mikkel came out into this world, he would kick from my inside so hard that i would let out a distressed grunt in the office loud enough for eveyrone to turn their heads at me and ask why.

“hehe, sumipa lang yung baby ko,” i’d reply sheepishly.

with eyebrows raised, they would go on, “ganun kalakas?”

i’d just shrug my shoulders.

that time i already knew what was in store for me. good thing, i had sufficient training from taking care of two little brothers who made it a daily activity to turn our place into a madhouse with their kakulitan. they climbed, ran around, banged the walls, jumped like crazy, tormented me whenever they had the chance, screamed at the top of their lungs and did everything to exhaust their excessive energy.

i remember the story when my uncle was talking on the phone with his friend while my brothers rambled in the background. the friend actually thought there was a party going on in the house and he wasn’t invited. yeah, the two mokongs had the energy of a crowd.

i think it’s only apt that i thank my two brothers for getting on my nerves during the early years of my life for they have made motherhood somewhat easier for me. ūüėÄ

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these photos were taken when mike and mikkel were a couple of months old. the resemblance is uncanny. sometimes, i wonder if mikkel is just mike’s child. i just cannot find any trace of wendi in him. hehe.

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mikkel is at his stage in his life where he wants to break and shatter everything. if our remote control could talk, he’d probably have sued for physical abuse a long time ago. my laptop does not have it any easier. if you can see it from my perspective, you can see 6 dents in the LCD monitor which were a result of a smashing encounter with mikkel’s big yellow jeepney. mike’s tripod is now in three pieces. mikkel’s yaya includes it in her daily chore to pick up the torn pieces of paper that mikkel can get his hands on. and his bike now looks like it was bought from a garage sale five years ago (his lola just bought it two months ago).
i make it sound as if my two year old is a brat. well, that’s one way of looking at it. although i know some kids who are worse. one drew on all the walls of their house, another destroyed his sister’s most precious archie collection (that was me when i was 6 years old and my brother when he was 4.)
but of course, i love mikkel oh so dearly, which is why i’d like to think that this is all because of his extreme energy. i know not all kids are “gifted” with hyperactivity and over-enthusiasm. but what can i do? mikkel has earned his title, “the destroyer” in his own right.
here is what mike and i do to survive mikkel’s ability to destroy everything in sight. if you have a kid who’s got a similar “talent,” you might find these tricks useful.
1. hand him simple things to toy with. mikkel is not really a destroyer by nature. when i observe him, i see that he just loves to manipulate things. he loves things/toys that he can build, stack, and push and pull or do something with. he just ends up destroying some of them when he gets frustrated because he can’t make that thing work.
for instance, the remote control. he likes toying with this because there are many buttons to push and he can take out and insert back the batteries. it is when he can’t figure out how to lower the volume or how to turn off the menu slide on the screen that he gets upset. so what i do is i just hand him things that are easy for kids his age to figure out and work on.
2. spend enough quality time with him. sometimes i get so engrossed with work or with what i write, that i sometimes fail to notice that mikkel wants my attention. i learned this the hard way when he decided to use his toy jeepney to divert my attention from the laptop to him.
3. give him an outlet for energy release. mikkel’s physical energy is unbelievable. he wakes up 8am and can stay full charge until midnight. he can lift a medium sized pail full of water (which is heavy even for me) and can go around a track and field oval 2 full rounds with no rest. if you keep him still in one place, he’d go crazy. so mike sees to it that he brings him out every afternoon and they walk from our house to wherever their feet brings them. if it’s raining or mike’s busy with work, i dance and jump around with him or i let him climb on me. it’s fun and mike and i get to exercise.
4. distract him. spanking hardly ever works because even if you punish him for destroying something, his short term memory would make him forget the next day that daddy’s computer or the cupboard are off limits and he’d climb back again to those places and reach out to something breakable. the solution to this is that we just keep an eye on him while he wanders around (supervised freedom) and when he is about to do something incredulous, we just jump in and offer him something else to distract him.
5. offer an interesting, unusual activity. mikkel is the type who easily gets bored. that’s why i rack my brain every day to come up with something new and exciting for him to do. there was a time when i bought him a watercolor set and spongebob coloring book. he loved it! it kept him quite for almost a day until he chipped off all the colors and flushed them down the drain.
last week, when i was preparing lunch, i made him peel off garlic cloves. he also enjoyed that. he loved that so much, he did that almost every day during that week. i had enough supply of garlic to open up a garlic bread store.
just see to it that activities you give your child are educational. i know peeling garlic cloves does not teach him ABC or 123 but it helps him learn about household chores!
i hear people say that kids these age are really terrible twos. i am not one to disagree. but i just try to make the best out of it by figuring how to survive this phase and pray fervently to heavens that hopefully, this is indeed just a phase.

kulot-laughing

mikkel is at his stage in his life where he wants to break and shatter everything. if our remote control could talk, he’d probably have sued for physical abuse a long time ago. my laptop does not have it any easier. if you can see it from my perspective, you can see 6 dents in the LCD monitor which were a result of a smashing encounter with mikkel’s big yellow jeepney. mike’s tripod is now in three pieces. mikkel’s yaya includes it in her daily chore to pick up the torn pieces of paper that mikkel can get his hands on. and his bike now looks like it was bought from a garage sale five years ago (his lola just bought it two months ago).

i make it sound as if my two year old is a brat. well, that’s one way of looking at it. although i know some kids who are worse. one drew on all the walls of their house, another destroyed his sister’s most precious archie collection (that was me when i was 6 years old and my brother when he was 4.)

but of course, i love mikkel oh so dearly, which is why i’d like to think that this is all because of his extreme energy. i know not all kids are “gifted” with hyperactivity and over-enthusiasm. but what can i do? mikkel has earned his title, “the destroyer” in his own right.

here is what mike and i do to survive mikkel’s ability to destroy everything in sight. if you have a kid who’s got a similar “talent,” you might find these tricks useful.

1. hand him simple things to toy with. mikkel is not really a destroyer by nature. when i observe him, i see that he just loves to manipulate things. he loves things/toys that he can build, stack, and push and pull or do something with. he just ends up destroying some of them when he gets frustrated because he can’t make that thing work.

for instance, the remote control. he likes toying with this because there are many buttons to push and he can take out and insert back the batteries. it is when he can’t figure out how to lower the volume or how to turn off the menu slide on the screen that he gets upset. so what i do is i just hand him things that are easy for kids his age to figure out and work on.

2. spend enough quality time with him. sometimes i get so engrossed with work or with what i write, that i sometimes fail to notice that mikkel wants my attention. i learned this the hard way when he decided to use his toy jeepney to divert my attention from the laptop to him.

3. give him an outlet for energy release. mikkel’s physical energy is unbelievable. he wakes up 8am and can stay full charge until midnight. he can lift a medium sized pail full of water (which is heavy even for me) and can go around a track and field oval 2 full rounds with no rest. if you keep him still in one place, he’d go crazy. so mike sees to it that he brings him out every afternoon and they walk from our house to wherever their feet brings them. if it’s raining or mike’s busy with work, i dance and jump around with him or i let him climb on me. it’s fun and mike and i get to exercise.

4. distract him. spanking hardly ever works because even if you punish him for destroying something, his short term memory would make him forget the next day that daddy’s computer or the cupboard are off limits and he’d climb back again to those places and reach out to something breakable. the solution to this is that we just keep an eye on him while he wanders around (supervised freedom) and when he is about to do something incredulous, we just jump in and offer him something else to distract him.

5. offer an interesting, unusual activity. mikkel is the type who easily gets bored. that’s why i rack my brain every day to come up with something new and exciting for him to do. there was a time when i bought him a watercolor set and spongebob coloring book. he loved it! it kept him quite for almost a day until he chipped off all the colors and flushed them down the drain.

last week, when i was preparing lunch, i made him peel off garlic cloves. he also enjoyed that. he loved that so much, he did that almost every day during that week. i had enough supply of garlic to open up a garlic bread store.

just see to it that activities you give your child are educational. i know peeling garlic cloves does not teach him ABC or 123 but it helps him learn about household chores!

i hear people say that kids this age are really terrible twos. i am not one to disagree. but i just try to make the best out of it by figuring how to survive this phase and pray fervently to heavens that hopefully, this is indeed just a phase.

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my first jump at mommy blogging. a little shaky, a little nervous.  kind of similar to the feeling i had when i first hopped on board to the journey of motherhood at the young age of 23 (of course, the degree of emotions i had back then cannot compare to this now). two years ago, mikkel andrei popped out of me and turned my world topsy turvy in a sweet happy way. it has been a wonderful crazy ride ever since.
here, i plan to share all my (mis)adventures as a young mom, struggling to learn the art of mommying. i want to share all my insights about motherhood, all the new mommying tricks i learn, all the valuable lessons i stumble upon. i want to share my “growing up” experience not only as a mom but as a wife and writer as well. life is a lifelong process of learning, so is motherhood. watch me grow up with my little curly top.

kulit momi, kulit babymy first jump at mommy blogging. a little shaky, a little nervous.  kind of similar to the feeling i had when i first hopped on board to the journey of motherhood at the young age of 23 (of course, the degree of emotions i had back then cannot compare to this now). two years ago, mikkel andrei popped out of me and turned my world topsy turvy in a sweet happy way. it has been a wonderful crazy ride ever since.

it’s not easy to be a mom, especially if you are young and unprepared. but this surprise turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. now, i am in the process of learning about motherhood, growing up as a mom, and ¬†struggling to be the best kind for my sweet curly top.


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