Celebrating Mother’s Day Everyday :)

On mother’s day,

I wish to have a full tantrum-free day and stress-free hubby. I also want it to be gadget free.

I don’t want to be treated special. I don’t want spa day or flowers or cake. I just want a personalized card made by my hubby and kids. I want them to describe me, and tell me the things they love and don’t like about me.

I want hubby and kids to sing me a song and I want us to do some hip hop dance or we can do both at the same time.

I want hubby to cook the breakfast. Pancakes,egg, hotdogs and a cappuccino will be perfect.

I want to have a handy vacuum. the rechargeable, lightweight, super silent and with no cords. 🙂

And if all these things won’t be possible for some reasons, I just wanted them to forget that it’s mother’s day and treat it as a normal day. We’ll spend the weekend same as usual.

They will wake me up asking for breakfast followed by hugs and morning breath kisses.

The kids will throw tantrum, trash the house and eat by the hour. After that they will try to help me clean by trashing it more.

They will argue and fight but will say sorry to each other and I love you afterwards. Somehow, you’ll wonder if I’m mad and if I still love you? To that I will reply yes and kiss each of your messy faces.

Ericka will ask us to be the king and queen in a tea party. We will resist and make excuses but we will find ourselves holding the teacup with the pinky finger out.

Joacquin will shoot pretend web on my mouth when I talk too much. He’s watching Spiderman 1967. Clearly, he doesn’t want to be disturb.

Hubby will sit on his favorite part of the sofa anytime he gets the chance. He will flip the channels for an hour and will complain that there’s nothing good to watch.

While I clean the sink, I will tell hubby the same old story and we’ll both hope that somewhere along my stories, we’ll uncover a new topic. That’s a new one, he’ll say and then we’ll laugh and dig deeper about that new piece.

Our weekend seems to be a page from the instruction of President’s Business manual but like Emet we find it fun and comfortable. Fyi, they are characters from my favorite film “The Lego Movie”. While it’s good to celebrate the Mother’s day on a fine dining restaurant eating some ribs and steak maybe, our weekend with pork stew and rice is equally special.

Happy mother’s Day to me and to every deserving mothers in the whole world! 🙂



27 Reasons I know I’m a Mom

1. I am not easily gross out by poop, snot, boogers, and puke. I know how to handle them. While enjoying my lunch one of my kids will call me to wash their butt; I will oblige and like nothing happens I will resume eating.
2. I found myself saying one or all of these phrases.

Stop licking your feet, your socks the lavatory, the table and the remote. Stop touching the toilet seat, my boobs, your butt and your sister’s/brother’s butt. Don’t put the crayons, dried rice on the floor, stray cereals and other objects edible or not edible on your mouth.

3. Cereals are important, without it there will be no breakfast or dinner sometimes.
4. I know there are no monsters but says otherwise when they ask if there’s a monster. It’s my way to scare them out of the cabinet.
5. I say yes without even hearing the question. I say “how beautiful!” to everything they’ve created.
6. I know the story of every Disney/Pixar anime and I sometimes wonder if toys do speak at night or when no one’s looking. I pronounce Eve/Eva like Eeeeee-ve-a just like Wall-e. I am not convinced that everybody needs a thneed because The Lorax is right. I sometimes quote master Oogway and I know that the voice behind Gnomeo and Arthur in Arthur’s Christmas is the same person. “Is that James Mc Avoy?”
7. I know Barney, answers to Dora the Explorer, and dance with the Hi-5. I always buy tickets to their mall shows too and will realize that Barney is nothing but a big stuff dinosaur toy in person. I still shout “Barney!” when he appears.
8. I love school days because of the free hours I have but wish for a school vacation when it’s raining or if I want to sleep more. I call in sick whenever this happens. After all they’re just preschool.
9. I hate that mother who allows their sick child in school.
10. I know sweets are bad but I always give in.
11. Tantrum is my greatest fear.
12. I have messy house until it’s two hours before their Daddy arrives. It’s tidy before dinner but will be chaotic again after dinner. I repeat cleaning before going to sleep and then I will sleep mad.
13. Although a hug nor a kiss won’t fix or tame my kids, I still hug and kiss all the time when they’re happy, when I’m happy, when they’re hurt or sad; I know the perfect timing to do this.
14. I yell at times. I swear on my mind after seeing the spilled milk, water, chocolate drink on the floors, tables, and carpets. I mumble and swear some more while wiping the mess but I say, “It’s ok baby…” instead.
15. I told them that I’m peeing blood because I’m tired. They know I pee blood or menstruating because they watch me pee, poop or shower. They love conversing with me (or ask something all of a sudden) while I’m doing one of these chores.
16. I finish phone conversations with “I’m sorry but my kids are climbing the window” or they will just cut me off because I’m yelling most of the time than talking. If the caller’s my best friend he won’t mind, he’ll just talk, wait and then go on.
17. I know if their breathing is not normal. I will know if it’s a cold or something worse. I know when to seek medical attention otherwise having them sick and resting in bed is a day off for me.
18. I know the sound if the fall is serious and if it isn’t I’ll just continue writing.
19. Once every week I will cook three sets of meals, one for each of my kids and my husband.
20. Sometimes I will realize that I’m like a tree because they keep climbing on me and pull my leaves hair in clumps.
21. I decline social invites just because I know I won’t enjoy talking and apologizing at the same time for all their mess.
22. I am comfortable with jeans or shorts, shirts and flats. When not going out, I stay in pyjamas and still change into pyjamas after I shower.
23. My parents mean so much to me because I now understand them and I feel grateful for everything.
24. My favourite food includes nuggets, Oreos and fries because leftovers should not be wasted.
25. My facebook, instagram and twitter are mostly about them and sometimes I over share.
26. I don’t ask for anything just food, house and basic needs; I just pray for their health and safety.
27. My life is all about them; yet odd it maybe, I feel happy and contented.

Tantrums and my not so smart tips on how to deal with it

I’ve been a stay at home mom for almost five years and those years were bittersweet. Though I love my kids more than anything or anyone there are times that I don’t know what to do with them anymore. At times they are just impossible. So, I and hubbs have tried some methods to curtail most of their bad habits. Some of them worked and some of them don’t. I often invented the technique and let the hubby believe that it was effective based on research. So, I would like to share these with all the new moms out there who are struggling with their little ones. I’m not sure if these will help but at least you’ll know that you’re not alone. Some of my smart practices are as follows:

Ignore them. Just beware because crying may spiral to a stage that you can’t bear with it anymore until you just can’t disregard them. This method always fail but at least it provides me a moment to relax a little, you know breath in breath out and then with a shaky voice I shall ask “For the nth time, what do you want?” Oh wait this works well when it’s nap time, I just put them to bed while crying and then they pass out. Bad mommy I know; but hey, it’s called tiring them out. Just don’t forget to kiss them while they doze off. They’ll remember the last thing.

Play with them.  Most of the times they are just craving for attention so just give them your full interest. This method is fail proof if you have the stamina to play pretend for two hours or more; if you can sword fight, monster fight, wrestling for more hours and fail proof, if you can live in the fort made of blanket, dance endlessly and sing songs per request. But who can do that for hours? I can’t do that so most of the time we end up fighting. Yes, being the oldest and the mother hen I’m that immature. No, I’m done playing let’s do something else.

Offer them to do some artwork with you. The house will be in chaos but they will be occupied for hours. I just don’t want the Play-Doh because it takes me forever to clean the mess afterwards. I like painting, colouring and “scrap” booking, hair styling etc.

Stand in the corner. I let them cry and whine and shout and stomp in the corner. This is a new method and it works like magic. It was based on a research that I can’t find anymore but it really works for us. They will immediately stop the tantrums after I put them in the “crying corner”.

“Do you want to cry? Ok, stand in the corner and tell me when you’re finish.”

They will try to cry, but then they will get bored and will tell you right away that they are finish crying already. “Just give me a hug, mommy.” Snoot and it’s done.

Let the TV do the work.  This is my most effective method. Victory is mine, bwahahahaha! Just choose kid friendly shows. For ages 1-3 Barney and Dora is the best sitter. Oh, how I love Barney. There are times, when I called Barney “hubby”! Isn’t he the most patient dinosaur in the world?! But for ages, 4 and up Barney won’t appeal anymore. They love movies! Some of their favourites are Disney/Pixar animation movies. I have every movie that you can think of. Thank you Pirate bay! I’m seeding right now. But be reminded that most of the kid friendly shows aren’t that friendly. Some are bad influences and that include Wizards of the Waverly Place, Hannah Montana, Good luck Charlie, Kick Ass and Shake It up. Of course, it’s based on my observation only. These shows might be good for your kids if you wish to have a 4 year old with rolling eyeballs every time you asked a question then go on. Don’t blame me.

Oh, just take a moment to explain the story of the film. Impart the lessons and highlight the good and bad in the show or picture. Do not let them watch commercials or regular channels just stay at Disney or Cartoon Network but still you have to be very careful in selecting some shows. If possible and you have resources, try Barbara Milne educational Videos, Gigglebellies and Alphabet Races.

Bribe them. Give those chocolates, brownies, ice cream, Pringles and lays. That is if I want them to pass on the important meals of the day because they won’t eat anything I cooked after eating those junkies. Some PMS days, I give in but the guilt kills me, not!

The Desperate Method. Find their weakness and work on it. My kids can’t stand seeing me cry or sick. Being the best actress, I often borrow my face in my hands and fake a cry. Cover myself in blanket and pretend that I’m sick somewhere. That’s it. They will sit and play. They will be quiet as long as I am sad or in the blanket. But I really don’t like this scheme because I felt bad and my kids are geniuses.

Mom, where’s your tear?

Oh, I wipe it away.

Mom, I thought you’re sick; why are you laughing with your friend?

Because he’s funny and now I’m sick again because of the hard core laughing.”

So, I save it for those times that it’s too much. Like, if they don’t want to go to school or wants me to produce something impossible. And besides I felt like a mental whenever I do this but it’s really hilarious.  I deserve an Oscar!

Go out and enjoy! This method will really destruct your little ones from whining and crying but I’m bad at this. Going out means a lot of preparation for us especially now that we’re very near the North Pole. The weather is so awful and playing outside is really not always the option. But when in Pinas, we literally live outside. We even took a bath in the yard. So take advantage of the weather, walk, run, swim and drive. Go to the mall even you’re not shopping, just stay away from toys, balloons, and character things. You know what I mean.

So just in case, things go out of control try using combinations like ignore them and let them watch the tv. Be a kind mom put some chips or cookies in a bowl place in front of them while watching. You can do some of the house works without a child hugging your legs. But of course, this combination is bad.

Just in case again none of my techniques or none of yours works; please check if they are sick or uncomfortable. I realized that unless a child is sick, stress and sad or hurt, or something happens in school there’s no reason for tantrums. We have different language and if they can’t express their feeling they will cry. That’s their only way to get our attention, to send the message that they need something or if they are unwell.

In general, keeping a child happy and loved is the best method of keeping them outburst free. But since keeping them pleased requires a lot of money and hard work and it’s really hard at times so just sit and hug them a lot. Say I love you every hour, everyday because it’s free and it feels good.

Oh, if they throw tantrums in public, I can’t offer some solutions right now because I’m still trying to device a method and I’m really clueless.


How do I look today?

This one time my kids and I went out, I spotted a mom with two well behave kids walking by her side and a sleeping baby on the pram. I was really stunned by the scenario, because I have two wailing kids with me.

One is in the pram (Wacky-age 2.7), crying, munching or spilling whatever he has in there.

The other one(Ecka-age 3.9), holding my hands, tugging my short until it nearly falls or grabbing the hem of my shirt revealing all the flab that I planned to hide carefully and sometimes she’s crying too, asking for everything within her sight.

Looking at that mom and then looking at myself shushing and trying to shut them up, I felt envious and bad. I felt inadequate and everything related to that word. Why can’t I be like her, smiling and compose or like Katie Holmes spotted by paparazzi carrying Suri with a mock or is that a smile on her face. Like Jennifer Garner, walking with her kids complete with a beautiful hair flowing in the air, flat tummy peeping on her equally nice shirt. And here I am the complete opposite of everything good in them. Attempting to achieve that look once made my daughter said: “Mom, you look like a girl!” It’s been years and my kids thought I was indeed a guy. Yes, like a daddy called mommy. To my skepticism, I checked myself in the mirror and see how do I really look.

Well, I still have the pretty face (whoosh) but meh!

I wear my husband’s t-shirt trying to hide the bulge from my post baby weight, which by the way is 2.7 years after I have given birth and yes, it’s still there and I still call it that way. I wear a short exposing all the cellulites, and a flip flop the whole year round just because it’s comfy. My hair is either wet after shower or wet because of sweat. Sometimes, I’m the walking epitome of a zombie with kids that so healthy, people will ask why I haven’t eaten their brains yet.

That’s just me and my kids were cutesies, physically speaking. Though they’re always trying a fit, they do it with style. Their hair were well combed and tied properly. Dress and shirts are neat and cute. Branded footwear and in time with the season and despite them trying to ruin the look, I’m there wiping and combing and arranging the mess repeatedly. Should there be emergencies, I have extra shirts, undies; name it I have it on the largest bag I could carry. Unlike me, spilled ice creams, chocolates, oil, or milk can be seen on my shirt and a woman in the elevator will ask me if they were my kids because unfortunately I looked like their nanny.

But that’s fine, because I’m not running for Mrs. Universe or a celebrity. I always don’t give a damn. I’m just going to school, grocery or fast food. Why should I be dolled up? Sometimes, I do put a lipstick on and drop my normal clothes in exchange with a nice jeans, a mommy top and nice flats but it’s for the rare occasions like shopping in the city, going to church, having a nice dinner out and meeting with friends. Other than that, I find it hard to lift even a powder to hide my blemishes. Lazy you think, but no. I just don’t have all the time and energy to do it.

What I was really hoping (and achieving) is just walking with two behave kids. Smiling or laughing. Just like that. As simple as that. Sadly, it’s not anytime soon. These two are still enjoying this moment of crankiness and scruffiness. This is by the way, also fine with me. I just allowed myself to be jealous a little bit because I think it’s healthy. Daydreaming that I am either Katie or Jennifer is an indulgence to me, waking up that I am Mommy Gem is reality.

These kids make me the mess I am today, and surprisingly this is the best that I am. Though not obvious actually, inside I’m that happy soul with two not perfect kids and a husband that supports and love me the way I am just Mommy Gem and for me that’s more than well. It’s great!

Life’s little pleasures

Years ago, I find it hard to have pleasures in simple things. I want just so much more and work so hard to get it. But now, things have changed. I found happiness in the littlest thing. I believe that contentment is the key to realizing your true happiness and eventually peace of mind. It’s a constant struggle maybe because today is not the same as yesterday but what matters is how you face each day with a positive mind. What surprises me are the following odd things that gives me so much bliss and it sometimes warmth my heart I could grill something on it!

  • A whole day with my kids without throwing tantrums. I can feel the heaven on our home. I can almost see their wings and finally realizes that they are indeed angels and the doubt that they come from another planet, vanishes. And so having tantrum free kids, makes me free to surf the net all day, lay in the couch half-dead and read all I want. I could almost hear myself saying “this is life!” loudly and thank God I stayed at home.
  • A clean house! Yeah, that’s it. When I was single, I don’t bother cleaning our house because my mother does the work and I just mess it after. So I guess, it’s a bad karma. After cleaning for hours until I can’t move because my back felt like hell, my kids will just need 5 to 10 minutes to throw the house upside down. So seeing my house clean is a total bliss.
  • A weekend of shopping and dining out. Even a stroll in the mall will do. I love it! Who doesn’t?! Well, unfortunately my hubby doesn’t like it as much as I do. He prefers to stay at home, watch whatever and play whatever computer and downloaded games.
  •  A perfect dish for dinner! I love cooking but sometimes it doesn’t love me back. Whenever I’m trying something new I found it bland, too salty or just not edible. Arrgghh! So when, a perfect dish comes out of my talent, I really felt good and so proud of myself. I will ask my hubby if it’s bad because I know he will answer that it’s first-rate. Talking about feeding your ego while feeding your tummy, that’s me.
  • A long conversation with my Mom back home. We can talk for hours. I remember when I was in high school I don’t love talking to her because we can’t relate that much but things turn out unexpectedly. She and my sister are the best of friends now. The end of our conversation will be my mother telling me that the phone felt too hot.
  • The last but not the least is a bit materialistic kind of happiness. I found myself so happy having an iPhone. I really love it, though everyone owns it ever since, having an iPhone this late is far better. While everyone is tired and bored with their gadget I’m happy downloading free apps like Archie Comics and I’m using Instagram as if it’s Twitter. So if you want I can follow you just pm me but be sure to follow me too, it’s a deal.

These things make me so happy these days. I know it isn’t a big deal, in fact it was just small things but I’m just silly and simple like that. So, having a fridge full of dark chocolates will be so much for me. Maybe I will find myself jumping but it won’t happen so I’ll just dream of it. An iPad2 will be luxury for me, but I’d gladly use it if my husband gives it to me as a present for our wedding anniversary or an iMac will do! Hahahaha! Yeah, that simple things that cost a lot! But seriously, I found myself easy to please nowadays. I think I’ve learned to finally appreciate everything even it’s too small for others. For me, it’s definitely worth it and absolutely something to be thankful for. Just waking up healthy and sound is a true good thing.

Oh and lastly, I think you have to find happiness in what you’re doing. You’ll never be happy if you complain as much as you work and sigh as much as you smile.






Ahm, I think you don’t need to know.

What are you feeding them? At first, it started as a compliment when they asked me of what my kids were eating. They are healthy but not fat (I think), but as people/strangers asked me the same question over and over again I became confused and asked myself, Is it really a compliment or they’re telling me something wasn’t right with how and what I’m feeding them. A cashier at the grocery morning directed the question to my daughter, she said, “What are you eating little girl and you are like that?” My girl seemed to be perplexed looked at me and I stared at her telling her that she needn’t answer. “You are like that” is annoying. Then the woman behind us asked me the same question, I just smiled because I don’t know what to say actually. I don’t want to find myself answering them sarcastically like, I’m feeding them right period!

My kids were a bit healthy for their age. They actually wear two sizes larger but I don’t know if it’s them or the kids here are just small. Moreover, I think it’s unethical to ask a mom of what their kids are eating without telling them your reason. Maybe, you can say, because they are so cute or healthy or just be honest that they are plump. But in my case if you tell right in front of me that my kids look like they’re eating everything on their sight then you’ll probably hear what you don’t want to hear. I know that sometimes it’s a kind word but when you constantly hear it at the grocery, mrt, elevator and malls, it’s just annoying.

My healthy kids! 🙂

Fun family day?

It’s been a while. All this time that I’m not blogging I’ve been pretty busy with some stuff. My dear Ecka celebrated her 3rd birthday and we went to Universal Studios Singapore as a present to her. Well, she anticipated that gift so much, only to throw tantrums there. What to expect?! The place was crowded like a supermarket during weekends and the temperature is a little too hot for them. I’m trying to put the pictures here but to my dismay, it was so h-a-r-d!  So maybe I’ll just clip the photo of my birthday girl.

We did enjoy but it was so tiring we forget that the day was supposed to be “fun!”  My little boy was scared most of the time because of the mascots and the 4D Shrek presentation. He was trembling like a cold penguin (is there such a thing?) If I were to rate that family day, it would be 2 ½ stars. 2 stars for seeing the characters they love and ½ star for the rest of the place. And boy! Did I tell you that it cost more than the attraction it offers?!  But I was done complaining and planning another family trip ahead in 6 weeks. This time I’ll make sure that it will be fun and tantrum-free.