Tuesday, January 26, 2010

Picture Picture

It's great that my in-laws gave us these printed photos of Malachi yesterday. We've been meaning to print photos of the little guy but haven't had time to do it. Now I have something to tack to the walls of my office cubicle to tide me over dreary weekdays. Hay.

I'd love to print some more of Malik's pictures, but the problem is, I have issues with clutter. As much as I would like to have something tangible to look at when Malik's all grown up, the worst that can happen in my [future] household is for it to contain so many photo albums just gathering dust. That will remind me so much of my parents' house. No, no, no.

So even though Pao and I take so many pictures, I survived over the years without having to print a single one by painstakingly organizing them in CDs and keeping them in this box. Each CD is of course labeled and arranged alphabetically. We shouldn't expect anything less.

Unfortunately, this system isn't very fool-proof. I learned the hard way that CDs do have an expiration date (you'd have to transfer the files to a fresh one every year or so) and that it's not exactly a good idea to peel away the silvery part of a CD when it starts to crack. Toink.

Pao convinced me to get this 1TB Iomega external hard drive* to back up our back ups. All I've been doing today is transferring files from the CDs to this device here.

It's scary though, don't you think? A frenemy could get hold of this hard drive and throw it over a bridge. Or it could get lost. Or corrupted. Or burned in a campfire. Or ants could live in it. Or it could get run over by a herd of bulls. And then, what would happen? All of our precious photos will be lost forever! Hala!

I'm sure you take thousands of pictures too. How do you store yours?

*Courtesy of Saint Stephen. Thanks again Tet!

Monday, January 25, 2010

PPS

Forgive the self-indulgent photos. It's just that Malik turns two months old today.

Baby boy's growing up to be quite an interesting fellow. I'm so proud. I have Proud Parent Syndrome.

That's all folks. Going to bed now. My son and I have a pressing appointment at La-la Land. Zzzz...


Picture Picture

It's great that my in-laws gave us these printed photos of Malachi yesterday. We've been meaning to print photos of the little guy but haven't had time to do it. Now I have something to tack to the walls of my office cubicle to tide me over dreary weekdays. Hay.

I'd love to print some more of Malik's pictures, but the problem is, I have issues with clutter. As much as I would like to have something tangible to look at when Malik's all grown up, the worst that can happen in my [future] household is for it to contain so many photo albums just gathering dust. That will remind me so much of my parents' house. No, no, no.

So even though Pao and I take so many pictures, I survived over the years without having to print a single one by painstakingly organizing them in CDs and keeping them in this box. Each CD is of course labeled and arranged alphabetically. We shouldn't expect anything less.

Unfortunately, this system isn't very fool-proof. I learned the hard way that CDs do have an expiration date (you'd have to transfer the files to a fresh one every year or so) and that it's not exactly a good idea to peel away the silvery part of a CD when it starts to crack. Toink. 

Pao convinced me to get this 1TB Iomega external hard drive* to back up our back ups. All I've been doing today is transferring files from the CDs to this device here.

It's scary though, don't you think? A frenemy could get hold of this hard drive and throw it over a bridge. Or it could get lost. Or corrupted. Or burned in a campfire. Or ants could live in it. Or it could get run over by a herd of bulls. And then, what would happen? All of our precious photos will be lost forever! Hala!

I'm sure you take thousands of pictures too. How do you store yours?

*Courtesy of Saint Stephen. Thanks again Tet! 

PPS

Forgive the self-indulgent photos. It's just that Malik turns two months old today.

Baby boy's growing up to be quite an interesting fellow. I'm so proud. I have Proud Parent Syndrome.

That's all folks. Going to bed now. My son and I have a pressing appointment at La-la Land. Zzzz...


Thursday, January 21, 2010

WWMD (What Would Mader Do?)

The Jason Ivler story has taken on a telenovela twist. Instead of the whole thing being just about a trigger happy cuckoo bird, it has become a story about a mother who's willing to face prison term "for the sake" of his son.



The Best Actress Award really goes to Marlene Aguilar for this speech (s1:04) where she feigned ignorance of her son's whereabouts and pretended, while lying through her teeth to the authorities and the victim's family, that she was imploring her son Jason to surrender already.



Turns out Marlene was just hiding Jason in their own home in Quezon City. Bigyan ng award ang lola mo. What a loon.



Marlene Aguilar's decision to harbor the fugitive that is his son got me thinking: Would I hide my son if the authorities were looking for him?

I asked my mom the same question. She said if she were in Marlene's shoes, she'd hide me without batting an eyelash. Interesting, because I did some soul searching myself and I've come to the conclusion that I'd probably ask Malik to surrender. [If there's anything absolute that I believe in, it is justice, whether here or in the afterlife. And if someone I love has wronged another in this world, I'd rather he answer for his mistakes here than wait for the final judgment. Mas mahirap kaya masunog sa impyerno. ]

Pao thinks otherwise though -

Gladi: Pao, pag wanted si Malik itatago mo siya?
Pao: Oo. Eh sa sobrang lakas umiyak niyan, mahahanap din siya ng NBI.

Toink. Ikaw, if you had a child, what would you do?

Wednesday, January 20, 2010

WWMD (What Would Mader Do?)



The Jason Ivler story has taken on a telenovela twist. Instead of the whole thing being just about a trigger happy cuckoo bird, it has become a story about a mother who's willing to face prison term "for the sake" of his son.


The Best Actress Award really goes to Marlene Aguilar for this speech (s1:04) where she feigned ignorance of her son's whereabouts and pretended, while lying through her teeth to the authorities and the victim's family, that she was imploring her son Jason to surrender already.


Turns out Marlene was just hiding Jason in their own home in Quezon City. Bigyan ng award ang lola mo. What a loon.


Marlene Aguilar's decision to harbor the fugitive that is his son got me thinking: Would I hide my son if the authorities were looking for him?

I asked my mom the same question. She said if she were in Marlene's shoes, she'd hide me without batting an eyelash. Interesting, because I did some soul searching myself and I've come to the conclusion that I'd probably ask Malik to surrender. [If there's anything absolute that I believe in, it is justice, whether here or in the afterlife. And if someone I love has wronged another in this world, I'd rather he answer for his mistakes here than wait for the final judgment. Mas mahirap kaya masunog sa impyerno ]

Pao thinks otherwise though -

Gladi: Pao, pag wanted si Malik itatago mo siya?
Pao: Oo. Eh sa sobrang lakas umiyak niyan, mahahanap din siya ng NBI.

 Toink. Ikaw, if you had a child, what would you do?

An Aerosmith Moment

We found a yaya for the little boy only a week ago. I'm grateful that I at least have someone to hand him over to in the morning, especially if he's cried for hours straight resulting to an extremely cranky me.

On the other hand, now that someone's sharing the load with me, I find myself becoming increasingly territorial with my role as a mother. Even with yaya around, I still wake up early (sleep deprivation notwithstanding) so I can give Malik his baths. Nursing him has ceased to become a chore and has become an event I look forward to everyday. I like to carry him and talk to him. I basically just want to be near him all the time.

I'm sure you've heard this a lot, but it's true that they grow up so fast. This is a photo of our baby boy taken a month ago. He's wearing a hand-me-down shirt from his cousin Ate Jowie. Notice that the really old thinned out shirt extends way down to his knees.

This is a photo that I took yesterday of Malik wearing the same shirt. It's bursting at the tummy now. He's grown so much!

I have less than a month before I go back to work. I'm counting down the days with dread. When I go back to the office, I won't be able to nurse Malik as often. Bathing will be by yaya already and not by me. I won't get to pat him down with his terry cloth towel. And I won't be able to see those smiles that he gives when he's just fallen asleep, well, except at night.

I never quite got it with some of my friends who choose to leave their careers to be stay-at-home moms. I thought it was a waste of talent and a disservice to humanity to see such geniuses spend their time changing diapers. But I'm looking at Malik now and I can so see myself dropping everything just to be with him 24/7. I would if I could.

I'm just saying, it's amazing how a 5 kg little man can change my lifelong dreams overnight.


Tuesday, January 19, 2010

An Aerosmith Moment

We found a yaya for the little boy only a week ago. I'm grateful that I at least have someone to hand him over to in the morning, especially if he's cried for hours straight resulting to an extremely cranky me.

On the other hand, now that someone's sharing the load with me, I find myself becoming increasingly territorial with my role as a mother. Even with yaya around, I still wake up early (sleep deprivation notwithstanding) so I can give Malik his baths. Nursing him has ceased to become a chore and has become an event I look forward to everyday. I like to carry him and talk to him. I basically just want to be near him all the time.

I'm sure you've heard this a lot, but it's true that they grow up so fast. This is a photo of our baby boy taken a month ago. He's wearing a hand-me-down shirt from his cousin Ate Jowie. Notice that the really old thinned out shirt extends way down to his knees.

This is a photo that I took yesterday of Malik wearing the same shirt. It's bursting at the tummy now. He's grown so much!

I have less than a month before I go back to work. I'm counting down the days with dread. When I go back to the office, I won't be able to nurse Malik as often. Bathing will be by yayaalready and not by me. I won't get to pat him down with his terry cloth towel. And I won't be able to see those smiles that he gives when he's just fallen asleep, well, except at night.

I never quite got it with some of my friends who choose to leave their careers to be stay-at-home moms. I thought it was a waste of talent and a disservice to humanity to see such geniuses spend their time changing diapers. But I'm looking at Malik now and I can so see myself dropping everything just to be with him 24/7. I would if I could. 

I'm just saying, it's amazing how a 5 kg little man can change my lifelong dreams overnight. 


Thursday, January 14, 2010

Looks Family

Alvin and the Chipmunks: The Squeakquel is showing in theaters now.



I want to watch it, despite the bad reviews because Theodore Seville -

- reminds me so much of a cheeky baby I know.


Para-paraan

Tuned in to ABS-CBN yesterday at 11:00 a.m. and was surprised to find out that the usual people from Showtime were on air. The hosts were there -

So were the judges -


Except all references to "Showtime" were replaced with "Magpasikat" and the production team reworked the show's theme song to be consistent with the new title.

Someone must have found a loophole somewhere that would allow the network to air approximately the same show with "minor" changes, notwithstanding the suspension.

I'm just saying, it's crucial times like this that make me proud to be a lawyer.  Way to go Legal. Hehe

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

We should have known

I have two guilty pleasures now that I spend most of my time at home. One is watching Pinoy Big Brother on ABS-CBN everyday at 9 p.m. (naks, plugging) because I find people who are willing to live in the fish bowl that is this show interesting -

And second is watching talent search Showtime on the same network everyday at 10:30 a.m. because I find Vice Ganda hilarious and Anne Curtis stunning -

Too bad Showtime got suspended by the MTRCB for twenty (20) days starting tomorrow. What is more unfortunate is that the suspension isn't even a result of the regular cast's c/ommission but because of guest judge Rosanna Roces' tastelessness. Here, watch second 7:50 onwards -



Vice Ganda did try to salvage the segment -



- but it apparently wasn't enough to pacify the Board.

Kawawa naman ako (for having to skip Showtime! Argh) at ang mga tao sa likod ng programang ito. I'm sure millions in advertising money will be lost because of the suspension. However, you guys should have known. Rosanna Roces isn't exactly known for her tact. She was bound to drag the show into deep trouble. Kainis.

Monday, January 11, 2010

Mismatch

I'm all for aiming high and rooting for the little guy but this -

- is just not going to happen.

Sunday, January 10, 2010

About T

I've always been a coffee drinker. I used to down a cup of black coffee (no cream, just sugar) every couple of hours in my old stressful job, where only coffee breaks make the sad go away.

But for some reason, I was able to stop taking coffee cold turkey when I got pregnant. I actually haven't had coffee in months - not even the decaf kind - and probably will not have some in the near future since I'm still nursing.

I kind of miss it though. Not the coffee per se, but just the idea of hanging around in the kitchen early mornings holding a hot mug and staring into nothingness. Lord knows I need those breaks now more than ever. Luckily, I found just the thing to fill the gaping void in my life through Stash Teas.

I like to take their caffeine-free Herbal Tea line, for good measure. These "teas" don't actually contain any tea leaves, just a mixture of herbs and spices, i.e. rosebuds, mint, cinnamon, churva, that collectively taste like rainbows when you dunk them in a pot. As in my chocolate, I like my herbal tea minty. Peppermint is very light in the stomach and refreshing in the mouth. Ah.

Stash Teas come really cheap too. A box of 20 tea bags costs approximately PhP140 or about PhP7 each. Be sure to buy your supply from your local supermarket directly though. I had the usual Stash Peppermint Herbal Tea at a Figaro branch once, and it costs a whopping PhP70 per bag. Talk about mark-up.

Enjoy!

Saturday, January 9, 2010

About T

I've always been a coffee drinker. I used to down a cup of black coffee (no cream, just sugar) every couple of hours in my old stressful job, where only coffee breaks make the sad go away.

But for some reason, I was able to stop taking coffee cold turkey when I got pregnant. I actually haven't had coffee in months - not even the decaf kind - and probably will not have some in the near future since I'm still nursing.

I kind of miss it though. Not the coffee per se, but just the idea of hanging around in the kitchen early mornings holding a hot mug and staring into nothingness. Lord knows I need those breaks now more than ever. Luckily, I found just the thing to fill the gaping void in my life through Stash Teas.

I like to take their caffeine-free Herbal Tea line, for good measure. These "teas" don't actually contain any tea leaves, just a mixture of herbs and spices, i.e. rosebuds, mint, cinnamon, churva, that collectively taste like rainbows when you dunk them in a pot. As in my chocolate, I like my herbal tea minty. Peppermint is very light in the stomach and refreshing in the mouth. Ah.

Stash Teas come really cheap too. A box of 20 tea bags costs approximately PhP140 or about PhP7 each. Be sure to buy your supply from your local supermarket directly though. I had the usual Stash Peppermint Herbal Tea at a Figaro branch once, and it costs a whopping PhP70 per bag. Talk about mark-up.

Enjoy!

Friday, January 8, 2010

Rock Baby Rock

Step aside googoo and gaga because we just found ourselves the coolest infant t-shirts locally available -


Reasonably priced at PhP379.75 each, these shirts are made of vintage-y cotton so they have that laid-back worn out feel to them. The prints are the cutest too. I especially love the guitar and the turntable t-shirts, which Malik will surely rock considering his apparently in-born faux hawk. Waha

Best of all, these are just from your friendly neighborhood Gingersnaps store. Don't you just love them? Winner!

Sigh

I love our son more than my life. But when he wakes up at 4 A.M. and cries non-stop for hours, when taking a shower becomes a luxury, and when my meals revolve around his nap times, I can't help but ask, "Dear God, where did my life go?"

Thursday, January 7, 2010

Rock Baby Rock

Step aside googoo and gaga because we just found ourselves the coolest infant t-shirts locally available -


Reasonably priced at PhP379.75 each, these shirts are made of vintage-y cotton so they have that laid-back worn out feel to them. The prints are the cutest too. I especially love the guitar and the turntable t-shirts, which Malik will surely rock considering his apparently in-born faux hawk. Waha

Best of all, these are just from your friendly neighborhood Gingersnaps store. Don't you just love them? Winner!
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