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Wednesday, February 15, 2012
Power of association
This is only at the grassroots level. How about the connection made between what you wear and what people think about you. If you wore torn and filthy clothes, people will not take you seriously. If you wore a pinstriped suit, people would imagine that you're a V.I.P. never mind that you "borrowed" it from your boss.
Standing next to a bank robber might give the flying squad the idea that you're part of the gang and they will proceed to treat you as one. Humans are social beings... that's a principle that is sang like a religious mantra in communication studies. Its true, we are social! Even the "anti-socials" hang out with their fellow "anti-social".
So back to my gummy, drooling, happy 8 month old child. My little darling knows when the phone is ringing, it's mommy on the phone and instantly, baby starts fighting for the phone, he can't talk yet but he has his rights to one phone call, doesn't he? Baby also knows that once the romper is opened the next thing going is the diaper so I get some unwanted assistance in changing the diaper.
There are so many things that baby's connected to other things and has a system of recognition.
Soon Baby will become a school going child and I only pray that this power of association will lean towards the positive and steer clear from the negative. I pray as little droller becomes a hormonal teen, the power of association will steer all acts and decisions towards righteousness and holiness.
I also pray that as hormonal teen becomes a young adult, the power of association will inspire the right decisions in life and a God fearing lifestyle.
As my young adult matures into a grown person, I pray that through the power of association, God's will, will be done on earth as it is in heaven.
That's my prayer for all mothers with young ones who are now learning the power of association.
Saturday, September 10, 2011
Necessary ouchies
What made it worse as that he was excited, grinning, gurgling and cooing at me right before it happened. I think he must have thought I'm about to give him a bath, something he takes to like a fish to water. It suffices to mention that I spent the next 48 hours consoling him and reassuring the child that the bad man with the ouchies will not get him. Sad thing is, Baby has a long way to go if i go by the immunization card. Too bad Baby is too young to be comforted with ice-cream.
Heartbreaking as this routine is, these are the necessary ouchies that we must put our children through so that their little bodies have a fighting chance in this diseased earth. It makes me wonder whether our world has become more diseased or our immune systems has corroded deplorably. All I know is either health providers or the pharmaceutical companies or both are making a killing selling vaccines expensively.Thanks to organizations like Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation, vaccines like Rotavirus will be available to all people from all the corners of the world. Possibly one day, vaccines will be free for all. The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation's Decades of Vaccines Initiative The Bill & Melinda Gates Foundation's Decades of Vaccines Initiative
Wednesday, August 31, 2011
Glimpse
My days are filled to your wordless banter, your hearty silent giggles and gurgles.
When you are fussy, shedding baby tears, I kiss them away, giving you reassuring hums.
His smile, his gummy smile is so captivating, melting the recipient of the such blessing.
So I continue to glimpse, using any excuse to gaze at his cherub face.
Watching him sleep is like looking at a Masterpiece, God's best work yet.
Goodbye size 10, Hello size 14
I know its impractical of me to think I'd drop a 3 kilo baby and come out looking like a size 10 but a girl could wish that she doesn't need to give up her skinny jeans. If there's one thing I'd advice any lady intending to get pregnant, don't buy any clothes pre-pregnancy, you may never wear them again! I have a blouse that i wore only twice. So I have this suitcase of clothes that I need to let go off even though I looked fabulous in them.
Funny thing is, I'm remaining with 5kgs yet in my eyes I look massive. I mostly feel as if those 5kgs are centralized in my belly pouch. There's no hiding that I had a baby! Let me not start moaning about the widened hips. Yes ladies, when you are on the birth train, your pelvic bone shifts and widens in preparation for birth. That's why lot's of women who have given birth have wide hips, belly pouch and, sometimes, a generous bust. Don't let the Jenny Lo's and Jolie's fool you that you'd come out a perfect 10 after dropping a bambino.
Not everything is a downer with post pregnancy and body. I finally have a bust and hip size that makes a diner dress look fantastic. The tricky bit is the belly pouch, and boy is it causing major struggles in wearing lady pants that comfortably fits me elsewhere.
I'll just hold out for another 3 month and exercise before I declare no turning back on my good looking size 10s but there's no way I'm remaining with a belly pouch.
Death to the belly pouch! Ok, right after I get my fill of fudge cake.
Saturday, August 27, 2011
Week 16
Diapers, maids and all
Today baby, I almost had a mental meltdown. You are just 8 weeks and maid number 3 is exiting. I’m beginning to wonder whether wonderful maids who stay for years really exist. I usually wonder whether you’ll remember any of them. The thing I thank God for is that none of them were cruel to you.
Today began with the mission to the hospital for your second round of DPT and polio. You didn’t like the first round and tears were shed. This time round, you wailed your heart out to the point where you fell asleep immediately. The first time was easier because you only had one injection; this 2nd time had 2 injections and so both thighs were sore.
Now I understood why they space out these injections, so that you may forget the pain you had felt for a month. This may sound random and queer but i found it fascinating seeing your blood. In my mind, your blood is a result of your dad and I’s DNA. Hmm…
The day before was also a tough day for your Aunt Joyce; she had to undergo surgery for 4 hours and now she has to have full bed rest for 3 weeks. I'm not sure how she’ll obey the bed rest thing considering she’s always the up-n-go kind of person. She adores you to bits, considering she was there from the moment you appeared into this earthly existence. The hospital has a policy for children so I won’t be able to take you to see her until she’s discharged. She’ll be staying over at your Guka and Cucu for Buru till she fully recovers.
It’s been pretty cold lately to the point where people are bitterly complaining about the weather. For you and me, we are mostly indoors so we can’t tell either way coz we’re safe and snug at home. I'm thinking I had my maternity leave at the most opportune time and maybe all the possible future siblings of yours ought to share the same birth month as you. J Just a thought.
As usual, daddy fell asleep before me and miraculously, for the first time in days, you slept way before midnight. I was beginning to fear that you will adopt the habit of sleeping at midnight, meaning that when I return to work I’ll be sleeping for 5 hours only. 5 hours because you seem to delight in waking at dawn. Being very sleepy, I’ll stop at this paragraph and listen to you breath then fall into sweet slumber. Today was a rough day for you and I. Tomorrow may be worse or better but so long as its God, you, me and your daddy… let tomorrow worry about itself. The maid issue will be resolved as well.
Love you my little prince