I came across these photos while organizing my files.
I miss my little baby girl
The migration is finally over.Â The skin wasÂ downloaded from a free theme site
and there are several browser issues that need to be fixed. Let’s all just use Firefox for now.Â Â Headers, footers and sidebar configuration in progress.
MyÂ pagerank is back to 0 but who knows, it still might take a couple of days. The power of positive thinking is at work here.
If you read my blog, you already know that I’m addicted to home furniture. I just love browsing furniture and planning which bookcase or coffee table to get. My recent discovery is Studio RTA Furniture. They have a huge collection of armoires, chairs, entertainment centers, file cabinets and what-not. I am stil undecided whether we should go for dark or light colors but we’d definitely need a lot of storage spaces. Sherwin loves to hoard and Sandy’s toys alone could fill our entire bedroom.
According to sciencetext.com
Bloggers can use their own domain names without losing all the page rank their blogspot blog had gained over time. Google has states that your blogger blog page rank and search engine status will be maintained if youâ€™re using a custom domain. This now avoids the duplicate content penalty that is often observed if you try to simply redirect a Blogger blog using a meta redirect.
So I am moving to my custom domain. Right now. Yay! Wish me luck.
Here in the Philippines, we take Catholicism seriously. Babies get baptized as early as two weeks and kids as young as four years old join several church activities to learn and understand more about God, Jesus and Mama Mary. One of the most important festive occasions for Roman Catholic families is the First Communion. This is the first time that a person, usually aged seven to eight, will receive the sacrament of the Eucharist. It always includes parties and gatherings to celebrate this religious event. It is also customary to give first communion gifts such as rosaries or prayer books. I still have my picture when I received my first communion and I wish I saved my very fancy white dress and white veil with matching long gloves for Sandy.
Nights have been difficult for the past three days. I haven’t been able to sleep for more than two hours and I feel like I’m gong to crash anytime soon. I felt my lower lip twitching yesterday morning and it scared me a little because I can’t do anything to make it stop. I am still breastfeeding the little one (yes, at 19 months) and she has this habit of looking for my breast in the middle of the night. I know breastfeeding hormones are supposed to make me relax but all I can think about is how many minutes more before I can remove Sandy’s mouth. She also loves to pinch my other nipple to help her sleep so you can just imagine why I can’t just relax and enjoy the closeness just like what the baby books tell us. If she’s not sleep-feeding, she’s rolling on the bed or sitting up, trying to find a comfortable position.
I had a taste of heaven this morning though when my wonderful husband massaged my feet. I just love the guy. I fell asleep instantly, recharging myself for at least one more hour until the little girl wakes up and look for her dede again.
Sandy hates her poop. How weird is that? The first time she saw it, she almost puked and I laughed really hard. I mean, we don’t tell her it’s yucky. In fact, we always clap our hands whenever she does number 2. What happened the next day wasn’t funny though. She was eating when she suddenly had the urge to poop. When she saw her poop on the floor, she threw up her lunch. My poor baby. Sherwin said her ninang and lola from Tondo are like that as well. It’s hereditary. Weird yes, but interesting LOL.
Perhaps you’re wondering why her poop was on the floor. For the past 2 months, she has been wearing panties, not diapers during daytime. Other than the obvious reason of cost cutting and saving the environment, we get to see how she acts before she pees enabling us to pick up cues. We also bought her a cheap potty trainer but being OC like her Papa, she doesn’t want to see it dirty or wet so she just uses it for playtime. If she’s in the mood, she says “mama wiwi” giving me enough time to carry her to the bathtub where she pees. There are also moments when you’re carrying her and all of a sudden she will wiggle violently wanting to be put down. I found out that she just wants to pee and doesn’t want to wet whoever it is that’s carrying her. Amazing!
Sandyâ€™s yaya, Ate Shel is leaving us. I feel really sad because Sandy has grown to love her and she’s very patient with Sandy’s tantrums. We have tried to offer her an increase but she’d rather go home to her little girl so we really don’t see any reason why we should convince her to stay. I just hope we can find a replacement for her soon and that she will take care of our little one as if she’s her own child.
Other factors why I couldn’t sleep are:
- “day-dreaming” about our house
- wondering where I can find time to scrap Sandyâ€™s baby photos
- thinking about the web designs that I have to make
- thinking about the designs I have made and if the clients liked them
- thinking about our future here in the Philippines (what with manny pacquiao, richard gomez and cesar montano running for office)
When I was growing up, we used to spend summer vacations at an Aunt’s house in Pasig. Their house was along what’s now known as “Floodway” (“Pladwey” to the locals). It was a fairly old home that had a lived-in charm about it. But the one thing I always remember is the grandfather clock that stood at the base of the staircase.
It looked sad, yet content; bored, yet fulfilled. Its hands nimble and precise; its pendulum faithful to the rythym it kept; and its regal chimes that so decidedly let everyone know it was a quarter past four. I’d just stare at it for what seemed like hours.
It was a faithful companion that looked over my cousins and I while we played in the sala, a vigilant reminder that we had just a few more minutes before naptime, and, as grandfathers are, a mighty protector when I had to brave the dark of the downstairs kitchen at night to get a drink of water.
The clock is gone now. Sold by one of my uncles when the family ran into some financial problems four years ago. The memories remain, though.
And when we move in to that small shack further south, I’ll make sure to find some room for a grandfather clock of my own; and he can spend his time (no pun intended tee hee) watching over another little girl.
My mother-in-law bought one of those sphygmomanometer sets a few months back because she felt she was becoming increasingly hypertensive. She’d ask my husband to occasionally take a reading of her blood pressure. The set included a stethoscope (I only recently learned how to take a BP reading and it really is fascinating to hear the audible pulses that serve as mark points for the systolic and diastolic readings…=D ) and a couple of days ago, my little girl saw Papa using it while he was taking a reading of Granny’s BP.
She was transfixed. The look of bewilderment that was caused by the two gray tubes sticking out of her Papa’s ears soon turned to curious smile, and she had the stethoscope in her hands in no time. Papa showed her how to use it, and soon we were playing doctor–with the little girl placing the stethoscope on our chests and backs, intently listening.
The stethoscope’s long gone from the sphygmo set now. It’s in Sandy’s toybox; Granny had to get a new one. Sandy seems to think that stethoscopes are the best thing since instant baby food.
Just finished designing four web site mockups today. Whew! I’m officially done with my work. I hope the clients will like them. Coming up with new designs is so tiring and frustrating especially when my creative juices have all dried up. Not that I’m complaining. I love my job very much! It’s just that a little break won’t hurt. Whenever I check my mails in the morning, one thing that I always hope to see is a message from the client approving my designs. It means I can start converting the layout which will usually take 2-3 hours leaving me enough free time to play. And when I say play, I mean browse, scrap or and read my daily chismis through blog hopping.
Abuse of prescription drugs is prevalent nowadays. It is said that the elderly have more tendency for prescription drug abuse since they need to take more medications than the younger ones. Treating prescription drug addiction is hard because some of the medications can be obtained easily from online pharmacies that does not require prescriptions. There is no one size fits all to treating addictions. It depends on the person’s needs and dependency to drugs which is why the most important step is recognizing the problem then learning to make changes in thinking and behaving. Untreated addiction can cost you your family, career and most importantly, your life.