Thursday 17 November 2016

Funny and Squeals #EverydaywithDandS

Sharing everyday stories of D and S, their sibling love and how our life is as family of four. Adding these to our memory bank that hopefully we can look back and laugh at, in the future. 

Mommy G, 
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One night, S is playing with a simple box, 
D grabbed it. S squeals, D gave it back to S. 
S played with the box again, D grabbed it again. S squeals again. 
D did it again (10x). D thought it is funny. S is pissed. 
Me? I loved watching them. 

Friday 14 October 2016

The Nebulizer #EverydaywithDandS

Sharing everyday stories of D and S, their sibling love and how our life is as family of four. Adding these to our memory bank that hopefully we can look back and laugh at, in the future. 

Mommy G, 
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So my feared part of being a single mom (since R is semi OFW lol) has came. The two kids are sick last night. Both clingy. Both wanted to be with Mommy. Hays. 

Anyway, the cutest scene came and I know I will have lots of it when D and S grows up. 

D is nebulizing. S crawled next to his kuya and laughed, giggling. 
D said, "Akala ni S lumaki nose ko!"

Haha, I need to get ready for more of this! 

G, 

Wednesday 21 September 2016

Tummy Kissessess #EverydaywithDandS

Sharing everyday stories of D and S, their sibling love and how our life is as family of four. Adding these to our memory bank that hopefully we can look back and laugh at, in the future. 

Mommy G, 
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So one night, S learned how to kiss mummy in her tummy, kuya D also did the same. 

They produced a babbling sound and laughed. 

Mummy was so ticklish and laughed so hard, so as the baby and the kuya. 

The kids kissed the tummy, mummy laughed and the babies giggled. 

Repeat 100X. 

I so love motherhood. 

Mommy, I saw you...

"I did mentioned here before that since I became a mother, I appreciate my mom more. Motherhood is a never-ending sacrifice for the love for your children and no one will understand these hardships, kundi ang isang nanay din. But having said that, I will never exchange anything for my my kids. I am more than willing to endure these hardship for them. Nothing will change that. "

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Nobody saw you

Nobody saw you,
nobody at all
at 3am when
they woke again.
Nobody saw you
picking up the peas,
wiping up the beans,
emptying the laundry basket,
taking out the bins
again
and again.
Nobody saw the crust of toast
that fell out of your bra when you got undressed at night,
such a glamorous life
being mum
wiping noses
washing faces
trying to stay calm.
(for fuckssake)
Nobody saw you
when you were so bored of playing princess ninja pirate turtles
but you said, ‘ok,
just five more minutes,
just one more time,
just one more go,
just one more round’
and then said it again ten minutes later.
Nobody saw you
holding the toddler who wouldn’t be put down
but also wouldn’t go in the buggy
but also wanted to walk but only in the opposite direction
and ‘oh look!
a stick/discarded lolly/dog poo/pebble/cigarette butt/the sky!’
Nobody saw you holding the sick bucket in the night
or on the way back from school
nobody saw you holding a jacket,
a rucksack, a book bag, a sunhat,
a scooter, the baby, a half-eaten apple
and an art project made out of three cereal boxes taped together
and covered in glitter glue,
holding soft little hands at bed time,
holding angry little bodies still kicking and shouting,
holding it together,
holding on,
holding a hungry little head
to a boob as hard as concrete
in those early days
of chaos.
Nobody saw you winding the bobbin up
and winding it back again
and pointing to the ceiling
and pointing to the floor
and pointing to the window
and pointing to the door.
Nobody saw you when it was raining again
and the kids were sick
and you didn’t leave the house for three days.
Nobody saw that.
Nobody saw how many times you watched ‘The Gruffalo,’
on the third day,
how many times you read about what happened to igglepiggle’s blanket
or the one about the inappropriate pets
sent by the zoo.
Nobody saw you in the car
when you dropped the baby off for the first time
when you promised yourself you wouldn’t
but you cried all the way home
all the same.
Nobody saw when you were empty
but you gave something
but you made something
but you thought of a game
but you said sorry to a little face
for being cross, for snapping again.
I haven’t seen you for a while
we haven’t chatted for too long
but I when I see those lovely pictures of your kids
you post sometimes
I feel like I am seeing you,
the mum behind the kids
behind the babies
and the bumps
and the toddlers smiling into the camera
I see the wipes and the nappies and the games and the songs
I see the snot and the poo and the tantrums and the kisses
I see you putting little arms
into little cardigans
and brushing tiny teeth.
(whilst being kicked in the face)
Nobody sees all of the things that you do
all of the ways that you manage
and with questions like,
‘So when are you going back to work?’
You can end up feeling like one of the hardest jobs
you have or will ever have done
is simply reduced to dossing around at home.
Nobody sees you sometimes
but you are building something
that will never be torn down
a love that cannot be removed
and sometimes it is boring
and sometimes it is the worst
and sometimes you have never been happier
Nobody saw how much you gave
every day
every night
every 5am
every 5pm
every moment.
Have I ever told you
that I think
you are such a wonderful Mum?
Let’s get pissed together soon ok?
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Source: http://www.likereallifeblog.com/2016/06/22/nobody-saw-you/- - - - - - 

Monday 22 August 2016

Breastfeeding Room #WhenInCebu

For a breastfeeding mother like me, seeing a place like this is like I am in Worderland. A happy place really. I have been breastfeeding since I became a mom in 2012 non-stop until with S. So you can imagine my struggles in finding a place to unload gold milk and settling into clinics, covered areas or worst is restrooms. Picture tour?! 
Lets... 


It took me a while to enter in this automatic door. 










 






Isn't it nice? clean? and great?!

And even matchy-matchy with my bf tools. 
 

 I just felt bad that when I got home, the gold milk are spoiled because of late flights and bad traffic in Manila. 



G,