When she is sad or cries, she wants to cuddle up with mama.
When she eats, she wants mama to sit next to her.
When she wakes up in the morning or from her nap, the first word to come out of her tiny mouth is ‘Mama’
When she is in the stroller, she wants mama to push it.
When she is out on a walk, she wants to hold mama’s hand.
When she wants to hear a story, she wants mama to read it to her.
When she is coloring or working on a puzzle, she wants her mama’s help.
When she is sleepy, she wants mama to sing her a lullaby.
It's like she needs me ALL the time. No matter how overwhelming this may be at times, I love how my daughter is enamoured of me. She is my perfect piece of proceline, a rare treasure and just as she is nuts about me, I am about her. Totally.
Thursday, November 19, 2009
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
Observation (As in "Observed")
Last night, D was working on the word ‘observed’. He had to unscramble the word, write its meaning, draw a picture about it and also frame a sentence with it.
Hubby dear helped him unscramble, explained the meaning to him and left it to him to frame a sentence.
Hmmm, to look, to watch…he said.
How should I write a sentence? Hmmm, let’s see…...Oh Mama!! I got it. I have one.
I 'observed' a movie!
It really isn't hard at all to figure out D’s favoritest thing in life. For him, everything he does or is involved in ends with movies.
Hubby dear helped him unscramble, explained the meaning to him and left it to him to frame a sentence.
Hmmm, to look, to watch…he said.
How should I write a sentence? Hmmm, let’s see…...Oh Mama!! I got it. I have one.
I 'observed' a movie!
It really isn't hard at all to figure out D’s favoritest thing in life. For him, everything he does or is involved in ends with movies.
Monday, November 16, 2009
Weekend Potty Training Episodes
- The girl pooped once and peed a countless times in her underwear yesterday. The family room carpet will soon have pee stains on it. God help us! The more I think about this, the more I want to rip off the carpets and replace them with wood.
- A couple of panties and some pants were discarded since they were damaged beyond repair. I am now looking for her brother’s old action hero underwears cuz’ I refuse to buy any new ones.
- The girl suppresses her urge to pee but the minute the diaper is put on during nap time and bed time, she unloads like as if there is no tomorrow. Her diapers are stinkier than ever! And yes, they weigh a ton!
- Reminders that there will be no more use of diapers after the weekend are being happily echoed by the little tyke. Yes, mama, no more diapers after the weekend, OK!
At this rate, forget weekends, I see her in diapers for the next 20 years. Oh…I need more patience to deal with this.
- A couple of panties and some pants were discarded since they were damaged beyond repair. I am now looking for her brother’s old action hero underwears cuz’ I refuse to buy any new ones.
- The girl suppresses her urge to pee but the minute the diaper is put on during nap time and bed time, she unloads like as if there is no tomorrow. Her diapers are stinkier than ever! And yes, they weigh a ton!
- Reminders that there will be no more use of diapers after the weekend are being happily echoed by the little tyke. Yes, mama, no more diapers after the weekend, OK!
At this rate, forget weekends, I see her in diapers for the next 20 years. Oh…I need more patience to deal with this.
Friday, November 6, 2009
My Girl Loves Drawing
She has created her own alphabet set-check out her name in this one.....
I love her stick figures-this one especially is my favorite.....'mama' seems to be a bit peeved about something-she ain't smiling!
I love her stick figures-this one especially is my favorite.....'mama' seems to be a bit peeved about something-she ain't smiling!
Monday, November 2, 2009
Halloween 2009
Optimus Prime and Bumble Bee (no, not the Autobot but the one that stings) had a blast of a time trick or treating with their friends, BuzzLight Year and Minnie Mouse on Halloween night.
The clouds worried us a little but the rain stayed away long enough for the kids to collect a gazillion candy. I sneakily gave away some to the other little goblins without their knowledge. They will never know given the loot they got. At least a dozen went straight into their tummies immediately after they got back home. They plonked themselves on the living room carpet, unloaded their treats, compared notes and merrily ate one after the other and would have continued if the grown-ups hadn’t intervened. Thanks to the sugar high, they stayed up till 1 am bringing the house down and almost pushing the neighbors to call 911.
Phew! What a night! Chaotic, fun but thoroughly memorable!
As we dragged our tired selves to bed in the wee hours of the morning, the kids still awake and alert, announced their costumes for next year’s Halloween party- D wants to be a pirate and A, a princess!
Let’s see how many times this decision changes until the next one comes along.
Monday, October 26, 2009
A Bleak Future
My mother is showing early signs of dementia. She is acutely forgetful nowadays, sounds repetitive with her questions and observations.
She is 73 years old.
Dementia does not run in my mom’s family. It run in my dad’s. My paternal grandmother (Aita) eventually succumbed to Alzheimer’s, when she was 83 years old, almost 15 years ago. Alzheimer’s debilitated her. She regressed and suffered quietly. We all became strangers to her including the 8 kids she raised. It was a sad end to a vibrant life.
Is my mother on the same path as Aita? I don’t know, am not sure. But after yesterday’s conversation with her, I feel this enormous sense of hopelessness, fear of what the future holds for us. She sounded foggy and incoherent as I tried to wrap my head around her mental state.
It breaks my heart to see this once successful, brilliant, sharp woman losing herself to this illness. Granted, our memory becomes weak as we age but the rate at which hers is failing is rather scary. I worry for her tremendously and for my father, who has become her primary care giver. She also has diabetes which makes her situation even more complicated. She has been on insulin for almost a decade now. Her sugar level yo-yos just like my weight although dad has managed to keep it under control most of the time.
I have to admit, without dad’s constant care and diligence, I am not sure if mom would have survived this long. We all know that doctors make the worst patients-mom is a quintessential example of this notion. My dad is keeping her alive and for an 82 year old man, it’s not an easy feat.
I go home in a few weeks to be with them. No kids, no hubby accompanying me. This trip is just for my parents-to spend some quality time with them. I look forward to seeing them again but my trepidations get the best of me. My mom’s condition will obviously not progress so quickly but even the slightest change in her mental state will make it harder for me to accept the reality of it all. Why her? How much worse is it going to get? How will we take care of her? Is it going to be as difficult and painful as it was when Aita was struck with the disease? What changes do we need to make in order to accommodate this creeping disease?
Too many questions but no solid answers. I don’t know what’s to come but hopefully it will become clearer as we face the inevitable.
She is 73 years old.
Dementia does not run in my mom’s family. It run in my dad’s. My paternal grandmother (Aita) eventually succumbed to Alzheimer’s, when she was 83 years old, almost 15 years ago. Alzheimer’s debilitated her. She regressed and suffered quietly. We all became strangers to her including the 8 kids she raised. It was a sad end to a vibrant life.
Is my mother on the same path as Aita? I don’t know, am not sure. But after yesterday’s conversation with her, I feel this enormous sense of hopelessness, fear of what the future holds for us. She sounded foggy and incoherent as I tried to wrap my head around her mental state.
It breaks my heart to see this once successful, brilliant, sharp woman losing herself to this illness. Granted, our memory becomes weak as we age but the rate at which hers is failing is rather scary. I worry for her tremendously and for my father, who has become her primary care giver. She also has diabetes which makes her situation even more complicated. She has been on insulin for almost a decade now. Her sugar level yo-yos just like my weight although dad has managed to keep it under control most of the time.
I have to admit, without dad’s constant care and diligence, I am not sure if mom would have survived this long. We all know that doctors make the worst patients-mom is a quintessential example of this notion. My dad is keeping her alive and for an 82 year old man, it’s not an easy feat.
I go home in a few weeks to be with them. No kids, no hubby accompanying me. This trip is just for my parents-to spend some quality time with them. I look forward to seeing them again but my trepidations get the best of me. My mom’s condition will obviously not progress so quickly but even the slightest change in her mental state will make it harder for me to accept the reality of it all. Why her? How much worse is it going to get? How will we take care of her? Is it going to be as difficult and painful as it was when Aita was struck with the disease? What changes do we need to make in order to accommodate this creeping disease?
Too many questions but no solid answers. I don’t know what’s to come but hopefully it will become clearer as we face the inevitable.
Thursday, October 15, 2009
First Parent Teacher Conference
After getting a disciplinary note from the teacher, I must admit, I wasn't too sure how the parent teacher conference would go.
I was unnecessarily worried.
He is a good kid, said his teacher earnestly and sincerely. The guidance at home is paying off as he is ahead of the curve. He has already met the year end standards in some of the subjects.
I am so proud of my little man. More surprised with his confidence. He had a hard time adjusting in the beginning but now he loves it. He looks forward to school, learning with his friends and teacher. He comes home excited and enthusiastically talks about the special activities he does at school. I couldn't be asking for more. Really. He is a happy kid, who is doing well and is getting along with his friends.
When I asked him what he thought his teacher would say about him before we met her, this was his response:
Mama, she will probably say that I am doing fabulous at school.
Well, the teacher was not as complimentary as he was but he definitely came quite close to predicting her verdict.
I was unnecessarily worried.
He is a good kid, said his teacher earnestly and sincerely. The guidance at home is paying off as he is ahead of the curve. He has already met the year end standards in some of the subjects.
I am so proud of my little man. More surprised with his confidence. He had a hard time adjusting in the beginning but now he loves it. He looks forward to school, learning with his friends and teacher. He comes home excited and enthusiastically talks about the special activities he does at school. I couldn't be asking for more. Really. He is a happy kid, who is doing well and is getting along with his friends.
When I asked him what he thought his teacher would say about him before we met her, this was his response:
Mama, she will probably say that I am doing fabulous at school.
Well, the teacher was not as complimentary as he was but he definitely came quite close to predicting her verdict.
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