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.