posted by allgrrl1978 @ 6:08 AM
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posted by allgrrl1978 @ 6:47 AM
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posted by allgrrl1978 @ 8:21 AM
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Now even though Pot is only 3 years old, I think he is the most nerbiyosong preschooler I have ever met. Sigurista just like me, he would never put himself in a position where gravity is included among the risks. He made that clear to me. So he contented himself with climbing the slide from the bottom. A big risk, especially if there are a bunch of hefty 8-year old kids sliding down. I almost pulled all my hair out when Pot hadn't emerged from the slide after 3 minutes (stupid me...)...So what would a determined Mom like me naturally do? I went along with Pot in his climb to the peak of Mt. Gigantic Slide! Yep, I climbed all those ropes and traversed all those cubby holes, almost braking my back from lack of exercise. And it felt so good! I felt like I was back in elementary. Of course, I still had enough dignity to prevent myself from going all the way down the slide. Pot and I went up three times and I figured, if I could just synchornize my activities with that of Pot, I'll definitely lose all those unwanted pounds! No wonder that kid never gained an ounce no matter what he eats!

After that, I felt a good about myself. Seeing Pot's face, all giddy with excitement and anticipation of the next ride, made the huffing and puffing up the ladder all worth it. I remember the first time Pot rode the mini-train when he was 2. I could not ride with him because it was a kiddie train. What do you know, Pot rode on it, made no hesitations and rode off...and with a backward glance, waved and smiled bye-bye to me. It showed me the shape of things to come, when children would have to move on with their lives and just when we think that they are all too independent, they look back and acknowledge us.

And when I stood outside the slide waiting for Pot to come out, I realized, time will come that I would only be standing in the sidelines, waiting for Pot to come out of life's experience with the hope that he come out with his spirit whole and his maturity increased. I can't ride along throughout his life and forever take control of the what-might-be's in life. One way or another, he's gonna have to climb that steep ladder all by himself and enjoy the wheeee of coming down. All I can asusre him is that I'll always be around, waiting for him to come out.

posted by allgrrl1978 @ 7:47 AM
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I now appreciate hairdressers and what geniuses they are for creating a lovely head of hair. The just really know how to cut the hair so it won't "fly away". No cowlicks or anything and even if you miss one or two hair appointments, the hair grows fabulously!

Now, I am in between paychecks and my hair looks like a 70's shag. This is sooo NOT good. And it seems to have taken a life of its own, going all sorts of directions. So, now, I am forced to save up and go to my Mom's hairdresser who gives a really good cut as long as you give a really good pay. Fine by me as long as I get this rut out of my hair!

posted by allgrrl1978 @ 12:10 AM
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posted by allgrrl1978 @ 8:21 PM
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I should have seen it coming. Last Friday was my rest day so naturally, I spent the whole day at home with Potching. Now for those of you who do not know, Potching is almost 4-years old now and is, in my opinion, Dennis the Menace in the flesh.

So, that scorching Friday afternoon, I was the one who took a siesta while he was "not yet sleepy". That shoulda been my hint. I should've sat up but, hey, what's a 4-year old boy gonna do? Ha! Ask the bean bags.

Those pesky little white balls!!!

Wait till you meet Pot!

I woke up to about 50 really small white styrofoam balls. I casually asked Pot where he got them and he gave me a straight answer,"From the bean bags". As if that is the most normal thing to do. Oof, I forgot, I am dealing with a preschooler whose curiosity is legendary and has as much energy as the Ironman Triathletes. Oh-kay. I calmy and firmly told him not to take anymore of those little white balls from the bean bags.

Fast forward to Sunday afternoon and I was at work. Pot was left with my Mom, who,by for some unforeseen force, also fell asleep instead of the little boy (see the pattern now?). Mom recalled hearing tiny footsteps going to and fro, passing in front of the room, to be exact. She remembers asking Pot what he was doing and again, the response was "Wala, Lollie" (innocent voice). Now, you should know that when children answer in those innocent little voices, you bet something's not right. My mom woke up and Lo and Behold, it's Winter Wonderland!!! Almost the entire floor of the sala was covered in those little white balls!!!

And what did Pot say? "Ginawa ko lang silang bubbles."
But they did not float or fly. "Pina-flyyyyyy ko lang sila..."
I asked him how did he get those balls..."In-open ko lang yung bean bag tapos kinunin ko yung balls. Tapos pina-flyyyyy ko sila na ganyan (demonstrating how he threw those pesky little white balls)." Oh and he followed with "Pero hindi ko na gagawin yun kse ayaw ni Lollie e". There. What more can you say? He did it because he wanted to but he's not gonna do it AGAIN because nobody wants him to. With logic and reasoning like that, I'm sure you're gonna go places. What would life be without you, Pot.

Incidentally, like the beloved Pope John Paul II, Potching's birthday is also May 18. Told you he'd be great.

posted by allgrrl1978 @ 6:54 PM
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