A Bedtime Story


Once upon a time in a far away room called a bedroom; a beautiful queen called Mom ask the owner if he wants to sleep in his room, on his own bed, by himself. The owner who’s a prince named Joacquin, replied with a firm No!

Joacquin: I’m not yet a big boy, I’m still a baby. 😦

Queen Mom: Yes, you are a big boy now and Mommy can’t sleep beside you anymore. If you managed to sleep on your own, I promised to give you a new toy for every night that you will sleep by yourself. Is it a deal?

Of course Joacquin agreed and was very happy and excited. He was sure he can make it.

As bedtime grew nearer, the prince felt anxious. As the Queen Mom finished the bedtime story, he grew more uncomfortable and sad. Lying on his bed, he kept tossing and turning and seemingly contemplating.

Queen Mom: I will watch you until you fall sleep, so sleep now and good night! 🙂

With that, she kissed and hugged the prince goodnight.

Prince Joacquin: Mommy, I have lots of toys and I don’t need some more.

Queen Mom: So?

With the saddest voice, he told the Queen what he was thinking.

Prince Joacquin: I don’t want toys anymore, I just wanted to sleep beside you.

The Queen was so surprised and touched that she hugged and kissed the prince until he fell asleep. She knew that she will need a new ploy to make him sleep on his own. But for the meantime, she decided to stay beside the prince and thought that it’s a happy ending anyway.

So together Prince Joacquin and Queen Mom snore and sleep happily until the next morning!

The End.

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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! 🙂

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Now that you’re Five


Time flew by so fast and I wish every moment would last
Seems like yesterday you were just a tiny baby girl
Seems like yesterday your words are just sounds, the hymn of twirl
Seems like yesterday you walk in sway and swirl, barely make it to the trail
And today you aren’t that girl anymore; the girl I thought was frail
Now you don’t seem bothered to the word fail; just like a ship you’re set and ready to sail.

One morning you woke up and uttered “hey, it’s another day!”
You’re Daddy told me and I smiled. What should I say?
Deep inside I know that day will soon be days, months and years and then I pray,
Please make it slow, make the day longer;
I want to relish every moment with my baby girl in every way.

Now that you’re five I asked your wish on your birthday.
You told me you want a cake, a picnic and a necklace with a blue pendant if you may,
Oh! The simplicity it makes our hearts beat proudly
You’ve grown up to live and dream simply
It seems like you don’t need bits and pieces to be happy.

Now that you’re five you can do a lot of things on your own
You always try to do things by yourself to show me you’ve grown
You sometimes get mad when I don’t leave you alone
But you never forget to show how much you love us, and we know that it will last.

Now that you’re five let me remind you of all the things that make it worthwhile
Your smile is like the sunshine, it makes us forget for a while
Your laughter it makes our day brighter and warmer
Your words are music to our ears and sometimes brought us to tears
Your hug takes away all our fears
Tantrums, stubbornness and all the clutter, you know it doesn’t matter
As long you as you’re happy and healthy, we’ll be here and we won’t falter.

“We love you so much baby girl and we thank you God for giving us one of the most wonderful blessing in our life!”

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Not a Valentine’s Day Post



I am a weirdo. I asked my hubby a lot of what ifs. I will create a situation and he has to give his judgment or feedback. It’s like a game we’ve been playing for six years. Sometimes it’s fun and often times he’s a Debbie Downer. He’s a bubble blower. As soon as he tells the truth I am done. Here are some instances to make you understand what I am blabbing about.

It’s Saturday after breakfast. The kids are playing in front of us while we chit chat about anything. Then, I realize that Zac Efron is really hot.

Me: Hubby, what if I am trapped in a beautiful island. You know an island with complete luxurious amenities. Spas, designer boutiques, gym, books, a lot of healthy food choices and everything that I needed to survive glamorously. But then I will find out that I am not alone. In the swimming pool I will find Zac Efron, Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling, Liam and Chris Hemsworth and Piolo Pascual swimming like Greek Gods. Do you think they will like me? Being the only girl in the island, do you think they will fight over me?

Hubby: No, they will fall in love with each other.

Me: (Nodding) Hmm… I’ll be the maid for sure.

We both burst out laughing but ouch! Why can’t he just say yes? Though I know he’s somewhat right.

Every Friday we have this movie night and one time we marathon the Bourne Trilogy. I was really thrilled with the story and the next morning while we were walking…

Me: What if we act like we’re criminals or we’re hiding from the police. Isn’t it fun?! Oh, there!
(Two policemen approach in uniform)
Perfect! C’mon hubby! Be vigilant! Let’s move our eyes from side to side and walk faster like Jason Bourne.

Hubby: No, they will not think we’re criminals. They will think we’re crazy!

Me: You’re right they won’t believe us because we have kids in tow.
Next time, let’s pretend somewhere else without the kids. Pinas will be the perfect setting!

Insert evil laugh here.

One time I was reading Sylvia Day’s Bared to You. I told him that it was better than Fifty Shades of Grey. While I hate that book, it’s odd that I’ve read all of them.

Me: You know this book is hotter than fifty shades. I don’t like this either but the scenes are more vivid and graphic. One scene is when Gideon arrive unannounced and swept Eva on her feet and laid her on the couch without further a due. Just like that, he made love to her without preparations and cooking dinner. Why can’t we do that?

Hubby: You know I can’t do that. I can’t just come and sweep you on your feet. The kids will be there greeting me and besides you’re always doing something but you know we can… (Insert some adult conversation here that involves some teasing and flirting)

All right, I know we can’t really do that. I’m busy and he’s tired. I need to fix dinner first, clean the kitchen, shower the kids, put them to bed and I need a shower myself. By the time, I am ready we’re both dead tired and sleeping is the most sexy thing in the world.

Me: How about waking up in 3 AM? Gideon is having nightmares and so let’s pretend you have them too and then like Eva, I will try to comfort you and then we’ll start from there.

Me: (Answering myself) No, it’s better to sleep. Sleeping is sexier. Sleeping is hotter. Sleeping is orgasmic.

Sylvia Day is not a mother I think; please correct me if I am wrong. Porn for me is when hubby is loading the dishwasher or when he is holding the vacuum. I can hear myself saying, faster and sometimes when he’s scrubbing the floor I say harder, yes harder!
Though my hubby is a bubble blower and a Debbie downer at its best; I love him that way. He helps me separate my dreams and reality because a lot of times I’m just confused. With all the stuff running through my mind, it’s hard sorting out the truth, lies and ideas but he’s always there reminding me that he’s my only Zac Efron and he can give me my fantasy island; always there to prove me that he’s more spontaneous than Gideon Cross but not as suave as Jason Bourne. I know I’m weird at times but I’m just lucky to have someone who can appreciate me the way I am.
While I find this game a bit bizarre, I think it’s fun and somehow sweet. Laughing till our jaws ache and till we fight because he farts is really a good thing in our married life. So ladies, please feel free to be weird at times. Surprise him with what’s running on your mind because we all know that monotony badly harms a relationship. Happy Valentine’s Day! Wink wink!

7 Big Family Moments of 2012


1. My daughter entered preschool and gave us a lot of stress. It was hard the first time but ended very well. Now, she knows how to write and draw on walls, on sofa’s, on floors, on their body parts, on my body parts and everywhere. She knows how to reason very well and she has developed in a very good way I must say.

Lesson learned:  Preschool is the start of everything in a toddler. So I have to guide her carefully and I have to release my hold a little bit and let her discover her new world. It’s frightening but I trust her. Reassuring her that we’ll always be there for her and we love her so much somehow makes it easier for all of us.

2. Wacky entered preschool too (for a month). He’s always the target of bullying because unfortunately he didn’t know how to blend in. He thinks he’s a super hero or a pirate or an animal. So, the kids were kind of startled whenever he raised his hand and shouted “I am Spiderman!” I will never forget this “geeky” boy who told my Wacky that he can never be Spiderman because he’s fat. I wanted to tell that poor boy that he could never be Spiderman too because aside from being arrogant he doesn’t have the qualities either (though he’s wearing thick framed glasses or he’s thin too); but I just smiled and grit my teeth instead.

Lesson Learned:  There still a lot bully out there and right now I’m thinking of how I can protect my kids from these types of insignificant creatures. All I can do right now is educate my kids about it and let them know that it feels bad to be a target of bullying but not as bad as being a bully.

3. We got our very first car.

Lesson learned: Having your own car means having extra expenses. Hahahaha! So that’s a lesson learned the hard way.

4. I’ve learned to love Singapore so much. Just like our second home, I’ve learned it ways. I’ve realized how beautiful it’s culture and people.

Lesson learned:  Not everything written on the paper/internet telling about a country is true.Singapore has bad qualities but not that much. People were not racist and a lot of moms are not “kiasus” and in fact very friendly. So, don’t judge a country according to what is printed but instead see and feel it yourself.

5. My husband got a job offer in Bergen, Norway and as little as two months we went back in the Philippines and my husband move to Norway. It’s like a dream. I don’t know what type of dream. Maybe good, because of the opportunities or not because we’re established in Singapore and did I mention that I heart SG?!

Lesson learned: There is no constant in life but change. We never expected this break but we believe that opportunity knocks only once so we might as well open our door and let it in. We are young and strong so why not take chances. Risking our comfortable life in Singapore is hard but we want to grow and experience a new life. Besides, it’s my husband’s dream ever since; way back when we were in Malaysia four years ago.

6. We were separated with my husband for three months and lived the Philippines’ life which is sweet and at the same time bitter. Lot of transitions stressed the hell out of us. Ecka moved to another preschool and as I was watching her embracing the warmth of big family, new friends and environment, I realized that we have raised her well. Snoot… Tissue please!

Lesson learned: I’ve realized that we can’t live far from my husband. We missed him terribly and I awfully regret those moments that we fought when we’re together. We can’t function well when we’re apart because I’m a terrible spender. I need his guidance in terms of expenses and we constantly argue about it. So there, I’ve learned that budgeting and hubby is my weakness.

7. We’re in Norway!  We travelled 24 hours and I must suffer the adversity of a travelling mom with two toddlers. It was nightmarish but at least we’re here together with their dad.

Lesson learned:  Don’t expect a peaceful travel when you have toddlers, no matter what it won’t be easy. Don’t bring heavy carry-on bags, it will kill you.

To sum it all, our 2012 was like a roller coaster ride. It almost made us throw up but we ended fine. White Christmas isn’t that good and dark winter is dreadful but I have a beautiful family by the fire heater celebrating Jul and welcoming another year of hardships and happiness.  So here’s to another year! Cheers! May God bless us with good health, good mind and May we have his Spiritual blessings all the way.

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!

Mommy Status: It’s complicated


“Why are you always mad at me and Wacky?! You and daddy, you and daddy!” Then she ran into her room and slammed the door. For the first time in my life I was left speechless. I know she’s hurt and I don’t know what to do. I told her to come out and I will explain her why. She followed and sat in front of me with folded arms and pouty lips. I looked into her eyes and try to open my mouth to start but I can’t find the right words. I just don’t know what to say.

How can I tell her that when I say “NO!” it’s because those things or actions were bad for them? It’s either they will be hurt or they will get sick. How can I tell her that scolding or telling them what’s right, is for them to be good individuals someday? How could I possibly stay cool, when I saw them fall and get hurt? How can I be happy when they don’t eat or sleep or take their meds when they are sick? How do I tell her that I don’t intentionally ruin their days, it’s just that I want the best for them? How can I make her understand that Mommy is still a human with bad days and sick moments? Mommy sometimes gets tired, so weary that playing tea party and sword fight are almost impossible. How do I tell her that not buying all those toys is not because Mommy and the Daddy is being selfish, it’s because we want them to learn the value of money and the importance of being contented? How do I tell her these? Will she understand me? How can I say that we’re not mad? We just need ‘that voice’ to render a little authority.

After contemplating, I finally told her that it’s because we love her. We love them so much. I hugged her and I felt that her resentment is settling. I know I still don’t give her the answer that she wants and that she still doesn’t understand but for me it’s enough. At least for myself, I know that it’s the only reason why.

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