Something’s Brewing

There is something about the number “3″ that makes it special for me and my family. Because hubby and I got married in 2003, we had our first child in 2006, our second child in 2009 and now that we’re in the year 2012, we have this new project, our new “baby”. :)

Anyway, excitement mounts over this latest and greatest adventure. It is so huge that it made my tummy do somersaults as we went through the early stages. My hubby is equally excited and is so looking forward to see the outcome.

A huge blessing this will be. More updates soon!

Photo taken at Sonya’s Tagaytay. (Jan 2012)

My One Word for 2012

Last December, I thought of starting the New Year with One Word. It is a word that I’d live by, remind myself of often and be happy about just pondering. My one word for 2012 is FREEDOM. Last year has been a tough yet rewarding year in so many aspects in my life. I will never ever forget 2011 and how it had made me a better person. At least that’s how I see myself now.

Why freedom? I have read in one of my favourite author Barry Neil Kaufman’s writings that “we are born with many beliefs”. That as we grow older, these beliefs, wrong or right, form part of who we are and determine how we will live our lives. For example, growing up in a province in the Philippines and having a very simple mother and a very strict father, I believed that I should dress up and present myself a certain way. A way that will never hurt my parents’ ideal image of me. Hence, I never wore nail polish. The first time I did, as far as I can remember was during my wedding. I was already two weeks short of turning 30 years old then! But last year, I broke away from this belief. I painted my toenails red. It felt good. During our Christmas vacation in the Philippines, I had my fingernails painted red, too. Oh, sweet freedom! It was like I had set myself free from my own judgments. Judgments that have put lids in all of what I wanted to do in life.

It does not stop there. I have been “unearthing” these beliefs in me and slowly but surely changing my perspective and totally turning my back from them. So long as these newly-formed beliefs do not go against my faith in God, they don’t hurt the people around me and they make me happy, I’m totally there.

How about you? What is your One Word?

My Little Munchkin

Just like that my little boy is almost 28 months old. He is one happy, cranky, fun-loving, sweet, moody, outdoor-sy, tiny person.  He loves to play kick ball, run around, watch and dance with the Wiggles, play Angry birds, watch and sing abc videos, doodle with his sister’s markers and listen to Bruno Mars. :)

He still loves his milk and still does not sleep through the night(!) but we see incremental developments in the sleep territory.  He eats much, much better and has outgrown being uber-picky.  I keep telling myself that we should enjoy his toddler stage because before we know it, he’ll be going to big school just like his big sister.

Here, There and Everywhere

I took out my “Mark” for a brief walk outside one morning.  The sun was up and it was very hot.  I couldn’t stand walking around lugging my heavy dslr with its strap rubbing against my nape.  (Or maybe I should’ve worn a collared shirt. :) ) So in the end, I took about just ten shots.

Then while I was processing the photos on my computer, I remembered how excited I was when I first used my first ever dslr — a Canon 30D in 2004.  I took photos of just about anything — food, street signs, shells on the beach, fallen leaves, etc.  I didn’t care then if people will like my photos or not.  I had fun.

And then I discovered many photography blogs.  I have my favorite reads to this day.  But little did I know that while I expose myself to these wonderful blogs, the more I got conscious of my own photos.  I began to post less and less on my blogs.  It killed my joy.

It is entirely my fault, really.  Photography is a highly subjective form of art.  I should care less what people will say and should never compare.  And with the rebirth of this blog, I vow to nurture the joy I once found in taking photos.

Just like that, the Christmas season is over.

The “bahay-kubo” (nipa hut) in my family’s compound.

 

My daughter watching the other kids play.  The chair behind her belongs to my late grandmother.  It’s still very sturdy to this day.

My son enjoying his time under the sun.

Bloom Where You Are Planted

Just like that, our eldest child is going to big school next year. She attended the Kindergarten orientation day last week and it went really well. I wish I could take photos, she was amazingly well-behaved and didn’t get overwhelmed with the new faces and environment. I was even able to leave her for a while to go to the admissions office.

I know it’s too early to tell how she will be in big school but we are seeing good signs. We continue to pray that she will enjoy this new phase in her school life.

Happy Together

I savor the times when I see my kids get along really well. It sorts of paint the picture of how they will be when they’re all grown up — very, very close-knit.

 

 

A Basket of Weeds

After a quick breakfast today, the kids and I went out to enjoy some sun.  Amelie was so excited to see heaps of weeds that as soon as she saw a basket in our neighbor’s playhouse, she immediately picked up some and placed them all in the basket.  I hope the coming weeks will be this bright and sunny.

 

Spring It Is

Yes, we are finally seeing clear skies and that beautiful round sun.  It has been raining for the past two weeks and it was like the Winter season has made a brief come back. I’m looking forward to warmer days.  Time to bring out some sunscreen, sunnies and thongs!

Day 1: Cockington Green Gardens

Last March, we dared to bring our little boy, Sy, on his first road trip to Canberra (this was A’s second time). Our first stop was the Cockington Green Gardens.
Although this was not my first time to visit Canberra, it was my first time to see this miniature garden.

Mabuhay!We experienced chilly weather with sunny skies the whole time we were there. It was just perfect.

Turning Two

Our little boy is turning two next month.  And pretty soon, he will be in daycare and before we know it, he will be starting preschool! Where did the time go?  I feel so old already.

A mischievous look before climbing the steps of the slide in our backyard.

Already feeling tired, he chased the bubbles I blew with less enthusiasm.

 

Ahh, I missed this shot by a split second!  He kissed a huge bubble right in front of me!

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