Happy birthday sweet pea.

October 12, 2017

Wageningen, NL


It’s been a year!


To my itty bitty darling,

I cannot believe it’s been a year already, from the moment you were born you held a valuable place in our hearts especially kuya’s. How protective is he of you,  how crazy and how much he loves you, NO words can explain it. As for me a year since you were born has been the shortest and longest year thus far. In this year I have learned how to love a human being, a tiny tiny human being with the strongest impact and depth I have yet figured out. The moment they took you out of mommy’s belly until the moment we heard your furious crying (they woke you up) it clicked to us that you were the missing piece to complete the family puzzle.

The first few months were the toughest I was completely drained from all sorts of energy from breastfeeding to running around like a headless chicken sorting out kuya’s needs, your needs and the chores. But in every bump we encountered we managed to bounce back. And there it goes it became easier from then on.


With all these new chapters and milestones it must so happened that I love you more and I am loving you differently. It’s not that you are a delicate and not because you are a girl, but you are my last baby, in every firsts  it will also be mommy’s lasts. I feel confident that as you grow our relationship and bond will flourish even more, NO matter how much challenges that gets in our way, nobody can tear us all apart, you have mommy, daddy and kuya and we got your back forever. Life will throw us a lot of challenges that’s for sure, but our love, my love will only become bigger as you develop your personality and character,  as you grow to become the person you are to be someday, I grow with you too.


As you get bigger and become more aware of your surroundings, you explore everything and notice even the smallest detail you see. I hate it when you fall down and hit your face or head on something, but then I secretly kinda love it. . . not because you’re hurt but because I know that I’ll just get to hold you and cuddle you for a long time as you calm down. You don’t always slow down much, you are always on the go.


You are such a happy girl and have a smile that lights up the room.
We often say you smile with your eyes, it’s contagious.
You’re an easy go lucky baby but at the same time you know exactly what you want.
One of the best things about you is the love you give.

From your smiles to your hugs and kisses and best of all cuddles.
I can’t get enough of you.
You, my child are also FUNNY!
You are very aware of this.
You make crazy noises and when we laugh, you keep doing them.
You love attention and once you have it, you know how to keep it.
Then you laugh right along with us.
This is the case everywhere we go.

I hope that as you grow you also maintain to light up the room like the sky filled with stars.

We love you to the moon and back. Here’s to many more.

Happy 1st Birthday

Love x

Mom, Dad and Kuya


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The Three-nager

So we made it through babyhood, terrible two’s and about to graduate with the three-nager stage, it was dreadful, it was tormenting, it was fun. I heard from a friend who survived the trenches like us and has survived to tell the story, the best stages of parenthood is yet to come.
So the tormenting three’s huh.. a combination of a three years old energy and mentality but the attitude of teenagers 😊. 
Our son started of his three-nager stage by having little opinion from the start of it and has overgrown towards the end of it. We thought the behaviour is erratic but the fact of the matter is they merely express their opinions with a dash of irrationality and mixed temperament which they are yet to learn to achieve the perfect concoction. 
I remembered when L turned two a lot, even a bucket loads of information about terrible two’s, even warnings from grannies, mommies and bloggers. But where the hell is the unforeseeable predictions about three’s, it took us by surprise,  no one ever saw the tormenting three’s coming.
At 18 months we hear a surge of words that turns to verbal explosion, and at three’s? It’s not only a surge in length but a surge in why’s and a surge of bossiness.  It’s a surge of tormenting everything. But still the love prevails right?!
Common scene at home:
M: What do you want for breakfast? 
L: Toast with Jam please mommy, I want it cut like a triangle. 
M: WHY ARE YOU NOT EATING?!
L: hugggggggyyyyyyy,  hugggggggyyyyyyy,  hugggggggyyyyyyy..the shape is not right, uh uh uh, I want water please, uhm I want this I want that
M: (on the verge of shouting) eat now or il take it away.
Dealing with lots of tormenting situations at home made me well proofed for this. Sometimes I ignore the fact that he whines then he’ll eat it anyway, but I am not a perfect parent and I lose my rag sometimes.
I mean my son is very responsible, polite, outspoken (a little too much sometimes) and kind but he has his days too. There are days where he will absolutely cry for everything, have we been such naggy parents that we created a little diva, a little drama king, but hey these too shall pass.
The hardest part is, trying to negotiate  a deal but he would stop listening half way, is it a man thing? I mean selective hearing, my husband sure does that. Or why explaining things they would run, change the topic (he is getting better at it) or just pretend not to listen, but I think they do that selective hearing bit because they learn how to filter which things are beneficial and not beneficial to them. Or sometimes maybe I nag too much and just won’t leave him be. I think I should stop having that bad habit, it’s not healthy.
The best advice I was given by my mother few years ago was that rather than keeping on nagging at them we have to give them a little bit of liberty to decide what they actually want so there is an involvement and connection rather than just barking orders at them. So rather than saying here is your lunch now eat please, I would rather say, Please L what do you want to eat for lunch? We have chicken nuggets and cod fingers. It works out on most days but obviously everyday is different and everyday is interesting.
I made some investigations and found a really cool article from buzz feed. 
1. You live in constant fear of how to cut the shape of their sandwich or toast. Do they want triangles today, rectangles, squares? And when they do tell you, they change their mind right after you cut it.
2. They say things like (with hands firmly placed on hips), “I don’t want to clean up, I want to do what I want to do!”
3. You go through three or more wardrobe changes a day. Please just pick a already!
4. Your child goes boneless the second you remind them that a transition is coming, especially when they are asked to stop playing. By the way, when was this ability given to children? You know, lay limp and double your body weight so mom can’t move you. It’s a talent reminiscent of a possum playing dead…
5. They run away from you when it’s time to get dressed, or leave a play place, or do anything they deem unnecessary. In fact running away from you is their favorite activity.
6. To nap or not to nap, that is the question. A threenager’s answer will always be emphatically “NO!” Unless of course it’s time for school, and they crawl into bed because they’re “tired.”
7. They want three of everything because they are three.
8. At red lights they yell, “Go… GOOO!” Threenagers do not possess patience.
9. Speaking of the car, you have to leave 10 minutes earlier so they can buckle their own car seat by their “OWN SELF!”
10. You realize they’ll be a great trial lawyer one day when they’ve just negotiated their way out of a time-out.
When I saw that post I was laughing so hard in the kitchen that maybe at some point passers by thought I am a lunatic or I completely gone bonkers having to deal with two children, but yeah it’s because I can relate in every single one of them!
So mums we are not alone, take a deep breath, try to see the funny side and if all else fails I find going out is an absolute saviour to get rid of unwanted energy and attitude.

Motherhood at its best

Motherhood has its ups and downs, each and everyone has our own fair share of struggles, stories and embarrassments. It is in motherhood that we learn about raising and celebrating our children, the children that we have, not the children what we thought we have or the children we were expecting. That we should be grateful and understanding that our children are the children that they are supposed to be, rather than what we are expecting to have. Our children are teachers that teaches us what kind of parents we are supposed to be. 

Motherhood is hard enough, the chores, the tantrums, the sleepless nights, the nightmare of parenting, the eyes of strangers looking (whether we are doing a great job), the criticisms (everybody is a goddamn critic), every single molecule in our parenting thing will go through that thread hole because everyone around us will think they are perfect enough to advice and criticise us. Everybody will give unsolicited fracking advices. It is up to us to filter what’s useful and not, and it’s up to us to raise our children.

It’s never easy to raise children, it’s either you make them or break them. Just looking at it, it seems to be a daunting, stressful and challenging job, well it is and nobody is perfect. Parenting, is such a job that it evolves us to become a better person and know our self worth.

Parenting requires resilience,  no matter how resilient we are in terms of adversities and challenges, we still need support, love, encouragement and inspirations that is for everybody for sure. We loathe criticisms as we are all different and we have different styles.

The hopes that we have for our children, the dreams that we want them to be, the possibilities there are, the happiness they give us, the love, they make us feel good about ourselves and to remind us that we are doing a spectacular job. The smiles they bring that brightens the whole gloomy world around us, the efforts we make to make these parenting hurdles easier. The difficulties we experience to bring the best in us. The unique abilities each and every child has, same for us parents. The storms that we experience to make us strong and to be the best people we can be. 

It is not a joke to parent a child, it is quite a job but the satisfaction we get when people praise them, when they share or when they get a bit flustered (which means they turn to us for attention) about things, it is a unique experience for each and everyone.

The embarrassments, oooh I have plenty, but I am no longer embarrass to embrace my flaws. Because one thing I figured, an embarrassing moment will make your world a lot brighter. I once had the guts to warm up my pizza from the microwave after having a rough night, yes I turned the damn thing on and to my disappointment my pizza isn’t there, so I was looking for it in the oven, fridge or wherever just to find it in the frying pan in the hob. I almost burnt the house down there. And there’s this instance I’ve been looking for my glasses for days just to find them in the fridge, or a poo-nami explosion, these experiences makes parenting a wonderful experience not a dreadful one.

I love the grunt work, the noise, the cries, the laughs, the accidents (wee and poo), the arguments (between me and dad, or dad and L, or L and me), the adventures, the craziness, and most especially the love.

Love makes up for everything.

The cries meant I need you more than you know.

The screams doesn’t mean I hate you but you are my rock.

The hugs that are super nice when you are tired.

And the grunt work, brings happiness because at the end of the day we are raising wonderful and resilient children.

Write soon 😘😘😘😘😘

Mrs. Potato

I never had problems fitting in, because I never intended to include myself in those social circles where in the long run you lose your own identity. I never had lots of friends, I choose or I lose. Don’t get me wrong I am a friendly person but I’m a very finicky one. I like hanging out with people whom I share common interests, conversations or banters.

Since having children, I feel like I have to be in social circles for my children to gain friends, I felt terrible with my common mom appearance, with my diet and just my physical overall appearance, so basically I have insecurities. I’ve been so insecure about my tummy because somebody would point out (everytime) it hasn’t gone down as much as it should have been, you see I had cesarean section and it takes a while until I can do extreme exercises again.  Don’t get me wrong I do exercises at home, I live healthily (except for cheat days), I am sane and normal.

There are days I feel like I should be a corn on the cob, with neatly tucked hair with smooth and neat skin, but most days I feel like I’m a potato, I feel odd, I feel rough, I feel prickly and bumpy. But slowly I’m learning to let go of the bring back the old me or bring back the pre pregnancy body, I’m slowly loving my self, my tiny bod and my imperfect skin. Slowly I’m learning to stop caring and just be myself again.  Plus everybody or most of us loves potatoes right, you know French fries (chips), crisps (love them), mash ( yup!) And much more. I mean being a potato isn’t so bad after all, you’re fat (yeah so?!), but you get more love from everybody. I just have to accept that after having two children I just have to accept my imperfections because I got two perfect babies, that I should not expect to look like somebody from bay watch or jersey girls (is there such a thing?!).

I know I’ve been moaning a lot about my children, as I’ve said we have a love and hate relationship, but that makes parenting interesting, we make contradicting points. My children can be the worse on some days but they mean the world to us. Especially when they fail to see our imperfections, because for them we are the prettiest (even if we look rough, no combing, no sleep), the bravest (although I admit I’m terrified of massive spiders), the sweetest ( even we shout and have those temper tantrums too) and the best (mommy or daddy) in the world.

I love how our children sees us differently than the world around portrays us. I love how simple their world is. I am learning from my children and I’m learning to see the world in their eyes. I’m getting there and I’m trying to ignore all these insecurities,  I’m learning to discover and reinvent myself. I don’t have to prove anything from people, I just have to be the best I can be for my self and for my family.

P.s : love your mommy bod too, they are not as bad as they look 😊

Write soon 😘😘😘😘😘

The hyper hygienic neighbour

It’s gardening time, most of us will think what seeds, bulbs or plants to grow. What attracts wildlife, flies, bugs, butterflies, bees etc. We are good like that we try to encourage our children to get involved in the garden, L having his own plot, mommy is in charge with the flowers and dad for the veggies. But whilst we are enjoying our little garden, our neighbour is ultra mad. She removed most natural in her garden changing her turf to artificial.  Poor living organisms, how will they survive. I remember one time G’s mom got us a little bird feeder, we put it up by the fence and put some seeds in it, she told me off for doing so, why? Because she doesn’t like the birds. I planted lots of flowers to encourage the bees and butterflies to roam freely in the garden, she told me off, because she said bees are annoying. I mean we have the moral responsibility to teach our children to love nature not to hate it. We have the moral responsibility to at least care for our environment not trash it with artificial sh*t.

This time I don’t give a damn anymore, I bought sh*t loads of bulbs, flower seeds and plants for the bedding to encourage more flies, insects and all in the garden. I am determined to piss her off. I just wish the birds will see that they are welcome in our garden and after having dinner at ours may the poop be at hers.

It is super important for us that our children will learn on how to care and look after our environment so they can pass it on to their children, we want them to love it and enjoy it. We encourage digging, muck and dirt. We don’t want hyper clean children, who are restricted in doing things, or who are crazy about keeping clean. Children are meant to be sticky, mucky and disgusting. They are meant to explore not to be restricted indoors.

This spring we will do quite a bit of project with the children:

1. We will build a sandpit with some special features in it.

2. We will build our own bug hotel from forest twigs and wood.

3. We will plant more flowers for the butterflies and bees.

4. We will plant more varieties of veggies.

5. We will clone some of our successful crops.

I just hope the lady next door doesn’t get too upset but hey that’s life, you cannot have it all 😊

Write soon 😘😘😘😘😘

My Daredevils

Crazy as it sounds, I’m raising Daredevils.

My son, at age 2 has been going down the highest slopes in the skate park with his balance bike. Balance bike! He’s meant to be learning to cycle with it not jumping off or doing some exhibitions in the slopes.  Oh my heart, the first time he did it I was so scared I thought I would be needing my own oxygen tank.

Then he met a teenager in the same skate park weeks later and that boy let him use his penny board.. my son didn’t hesitate, he prowled in an instant,without skipping a heartbeat.oh my boy! He’s growing up too fast, way fast!

Farm parks are great, not only they burn the kids energy, it feeds the imagination,it encourages to become a super boy, with a super power, with unlimited energy, to test the limits, break rules and screaming fits. My gosh! He is only three and loves exploring the older children’s play areas, such as the really high slides, the death slides, the fast slides, and the vertical drops. My heart skips a bit or two every time!

He doesn’t fear anything! He is not worried if he grazes his knees or gets some bruising. If he has to, he will engage and explore, that’s what I like about experiences rather than toys,  with experiences we create memories with toys we teach them, we enjoy then after awhile they’re forgotten, because they’re fed up of playing with them. Memories will be with them forever, we take pictures, we bond and we communicate. Somehow we have this motto these days,” less toys the better”.

Our children’s learning curve are amazing, our sweet face girl recently discovered she can do 360 degrees regardless of being on her tummy or back. She has this perseverance and urge to explore. Very very strong willed like her brother. With our son as long as it doesn’t involve anything with spooky things he is willing to try. In fact in one of our walks he mentioned to his dad that he is bored at home because he’s been missing the fun and he’s not learning anything new, I guess that’s true, but I kept him at home not because he deserves isolation but because they had chickenpox. I suppose there’s no reasoning with a three-nager huh. It’s either your fault or his way.

Our little sweet pea tried the swings she didn’t look amuse but she likes the idea of being in there, she cried a bit then forgot about it. She tried the baby zip wire too just a really slow one, a baby slide,  the soft play..she enjoyed every bits of it. I’m glad she did, she was slightly overwhelmed but of course she’s only 5 months and everything is a bit of a shock, lots of colours, shapes, textures and patterns to see and feel.

These memories we are creating will be remembered until they become adults, the toys will only be there as long as they need it then will be forgotten.

Cheer up, the sun is shining, it’s a brand new day..to love and explore

Write soon 😘😘😘😘😘