incident

I am sporting a bruise on my left forehead due to an accident. I was picking a toy the little man left on our bedroom carpet and when I got up I hit the side of the dresser. Clumsy, huh? I wanted to curse everybody but it is not anybody's fault but mine. And the dresser's. It should have made room for me to avoid the accident. It did not. Anyway, I was holding the injured part when the husband saw me and asked what was wrong with me. When I did not reply (I was still trying to stop myself from saying bad words) he asked if I needed treatment for acne which made me laugh. I could not help it, lol. There I was angry at myself for being careless and here was the husband trying to look for a solution for me even if he did not know what was wrong. I told him what happened and he said to be careful next time. I should but another accident happened, this time my thigh hitting the side of the bed. Perhaps I should start wearing my eyeglasses even at home.

relaxing day

Today we went to the beach to let the little man play. I had swimsuit underneath my shorts and top and I got to laze for a little tan. It was a relaxing stay in the beach. I did not have to raise my voice since the little man came back whenever he saw he was getting farther away from us. The times he got carried away playing with the lifeguard marker I just went to him and guided him back to where his father was sitting. He even just waved at the girls who passed, did not even try to follow them. And wonder of wonders, he did not fight me when it was time to go home. He walked with me and took his shower with a smile. It was not stressful at all, unlike our previous visits. I promised him as long as he is a good boy when we go to the beach Mama will go with them even if it means going every other day. I will too as long as he is good and not make me look like a bad parent when he starts screaming when we have to leave. I hope I will not jinx myself by posting it here but I love it when the little man acts like a big boy instead of a tantrum throwing toddler.

a little help

Now that I have started a work out regime every day (if I don't feel lazy, lol) I am feeling better about myself. Fifteen to thirty minutes of working out no matter how light is still better than sitting in my butt all day. The little man is trying to help by yelling steps at me but he also runs up to me to get my attention which makes me lose track of what I was doing. We are a pair aren't we? Anyway, now that I am doing a little to help my metabolism I feel hungry most of the time. Bad, eh? I thought that when I work out losing weight will be automatic but how could it be when I tend to overeat? It does defeat the purpose of working out because this way I might gain more weight instead of losing it. What I need right now is an appetite suppressant then couple it with my little exercise and I think I will be set. I am really looking forward to losing a few pounds and use my pre pregnancy clothes. I hope the weighing scale will cooperate as well, lol. Let's wait and see.

"big boy" cup

The little man is now switching from sippy cup to real cup. He informed me he is ready for the switch when he started dumping his milk on the disposable cup his father left in the kitchen counter. So I have been giving him liquids in a "big boy" cup ever since. He is loving it. He holds the cup with one hand even if I told him to use both. He figures if Mommy and Dada can do it then why can't I. I am still afraid he will spill juice or milk in the carpet so I keep an eye on him that way I can clean up the mess before the carpet is stained. He still gets accidents which he is not proud of. He gets embarrassed by his actions some times but I told him it is normal and he will get the hang of it soon. This boy may be a handful sometimes but I have never had a problem with him when it comes to switching from baby to "big boy" stuff. He is more than ready to do it on his own. Sometimes I worry too much when he does not really have problems with it. I guess I am just not ready for my little boy to grow up so quick especially since he is the independent kind. I also have to feel like I am needed you know? Lol.

wake up call

We let the little man sleep with us last night mainly because his father wanted him to. This has been a cause of slight argument because I don't want the little man to get used to sleeping with us all the time. He did good for two years sleeping in his own bed where he only slept with us when he was not feeling good so I figured he should continue that habit. Well, his father has another idea so I let them be. As long as they promise me they will not hog the bed like they always do. They always keep that promise or else one has to go back to his room in his own bed. Now, I am not a monster mom or anything. I love to snuggle the little man but I don't want him to be too dependent on us. He is a boy after all, he has to be tough to conquer monsters under his bed :)

Anyway, so we let him sleep with us. About six in the morning I felt him crawl over me to get out of bed. I was still so sleepy I could not open my eyes so I went back to snuggle with the husband. I heard the little man talking (presumably to himself) and then the husband's phone rang. It was real loud on a very quiet, very early morning. The husband answered the phone groggily only to realize it was his two year old son calling. It was hilarious! The husband's reaction was so funny that I ended up laughing when I learned the identity of the caller. He handed the phone to me and said talk to your son. For some reason this little boy knows what button to push to call his father's cellphone. He was using mine which I left on the entertainment center. He gave me my phone back after he got what he wanted, which is to wake Mama up. Isn't he clever? I should be annoyed but not all two year olds wake their parents up with a call, lol. This has become a habit of his, waking up early in the morning even before the sun is up. Hopefully he will be like this when he starts school.

on working and getting a job

The husband and I talked that when we move to live near his relatives I will try to look for a job. I am not picky and since this will be my first (hopefully) job then I will apply on grocery stores or at the mall. It is for the experience and the money as well. I really want to work and if we will be near relatives I am sure there will be somebody willing to babysit the little man. I have to wait for my high school diploma though since I am not sure if my transcript of record will be accepted being from another country. One of our plan is for me to go back to school when we are financially able. Anyway, back to the subject of work, it will be a new experience for me if and when it happens. I am not sure if I will know how to handle the POS systems but I will try to do it. I am already excited. After years of being at home I can finally experience a different world. It is not that I don't love my family but I want to grow as a person even if I start at the bottom. Perhaps explore a career in the future. The little man will start going to school in two years. As for the husband, he is hesitant to let me work but I think I can just persuade him. He supports me with my plans and I think he might want me to get out of his hair every once in a while :D

impromptu get away

We spent a night on a motel/resort this week. It was a whim on the husband's part which we gladly approved. He wanted to be away from the apartment for a few hours he said and did not care if he spent a lot of money in the process. I thought what the heck, he worked for it so he deserved to relax whenever he wants to. So off we went. I was glad the motel had a fitness area with treadmills and exercise bikes because I thought I could use it while we were there. Well, that did not happen. I was not able to get away from my demanding boys. I am not disappointed though because we get to walk to the pier and back. Not as good a work out as being in the fitness center but it was better than nothing. We did have a relaxing night so it was all worth it.

come back!

The little man is getting more and more talkative. He still talks to himself a lot with hand gestures and facial expressions to match. He calls me Mommy when he needs something important or if he wants to wake me up in the mornings. He calls his father Dada still and keeps on aggravating him with his yells of No! and running around in the house screaming his frustration when things don't go his way. The entertainment I get from these two is priceless, lol. Anyway, the little man is not afraid to let us know what he feels. The other day we went to the drugstore to buy something the husband needs and we decided that he go in while the little man and I wait for him in the car. When the little man saw his father about to get in the store he started yelling No, come back! and kept on repeating it over and over again and did not quit until his father was back in the car. All my explanations were for nothing. He was clearly in distress knowing that his father went in the store without us. It aggravates me at times the way he acts but I know he is just letting us know how he feels and this is the way he deals with it right now.

summer clothes

I have not shopped for summer clothes for the little man this year. He wears what I bought for him last fall when there were sales in most stores I went to. It was a good thing I had the foresight to buy clothes a few sizes bigger so we did not have to rush to the store to buy him any especially since we really do not have much to spare right now. I tried to surf online and found somebody who sells wholesale clothing but I don't know what I will do with the rest of the clothes. Perhaps sell it? Or maybe send it back to Leyte for my cousins' kids? Well, for now I will keep an eye for toddler clothes on sale and maybe go on yard sales if the husband will go with me. He hates to go with me because I always end up not buying anything and he said we were just wasting gas. I don't blame him. I am a little picky when it comes to the little man's needs. The reason we shop on the mall for his clothes and buy mine mostly in thrift stores.

it runs in the family

I just realized recently that acne problem runs in the family considering that I have a few cousins who are suffering from the embarrassment of having red bumps in their faces. I suffered from acne years ago and my brother still has episodes where he gets it every now and then. A nephew I talked to the other day said he was even taking acne pills which his dermatologist prescribed for him. I did know that his face looked bad due to acne but I did not know he had to take pills. Even the husband said he did take them when he was younger which I did not believe at first because his face is smooth and there are no scars or signs that it was once littered with acne unlike my face which shows that once upon a time it was infected bad. I hope the little man will not suffer from acne though. It is embarrassing especially to a teenager.

where was bubby?

When the husband woke up this morning, he checked on his son like he normally does when the little man is not sleeping with us. He panicked when he did not see him in his room. He went to the living room yelling at me that his son was not in his bed. I got up and found them in the living room. Apparently, the little man woke up and instead of climbing up to bed with us, decided to stay in the couch alone. That was a first. He normally wakes us up especially me who always gets up later than everybody else. The husband said I must have hurt the little man's feeling when I transferred him to his bed in the middle of the night so he did not want to be with us. I felt guilty especially when I noticed that he was running a fever. He was so quiet which was not normal. He was back to his bubbly self after I gave him his medicine and his bath though. I hope he will continue to feeling better. It still bugged me why he did not come to me when he knew he was not feeling good though.