<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601</id><updated>2010-02-08T18:00:16.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>jt's world</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>409</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-2450746605174799372</id><published>2010-02-07T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-07T21:19:00.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cheesies</title><content type='html'>The husband let the little man get a bite of corn puffs and he has been asking for it saying he wants Chessiez. I thought he calls it chessies because of the taste. Little did I know it was the name brand of that particular puff that his father gave him. How would I know he would be paying very close attention as to even read and remember the name of that junk food? Both of them know that the little man is not allowed more than a serving. If I have my way he will never be allowed any of it in the first place because I am afraid of the sodium content. But they always find a way to put it in the grocery cart the few times they go with me to the store. I love cheese puffs but I don't think it is healthy for a child. I hope that like most food, the little man will get over his fondness for this one quick enough.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-2450746605174799372?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/2450746605174799372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=2450746605174799372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2450746605174799372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2450746605174799372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/02/cheesies.html' title='cheesies'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-4415974022630451484</id><published>2010-02-03T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T16:17:13.724-05:00</updated><title type='text'>his own style</title><content type='html'>The little man is starting to get picky on the clothes he wears. He has favorites. He likes his white shirts and shorts. He also likes his blue jeans and tennis shoes. He hates jackets, sweats, anything that has long sleeves on them. It annoys me since he cannot go out in the cold without protection, he is liable to get sick. And he puts up a mean fight when I try to make him wear a jacket. We now compromise by letting him wear it to the car and once he is in his car seat we take it off. And then put it back on should we have to get out of the seat. It is a job alright but I am all for less arguments. Right now, he does not seem to like wearing his colored shirts for some reason. He runs to his drawer to get a white shirt and then runs back to me to help him put the shirt on. It somehow reminds me when I was a kid. I remember my mom getting annoyed at me because I wore my white shirts all the time and I was not really very good at keeping myself clean. It is now my turn and I better be good at it, lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-4415974022630451484?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/4415974022630451484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=4415974022630451484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4415974022630451484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4415974022630451484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/02/his-own-style.html' title='his own style'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-2036980111729194264</id><published>2010-02-02T12:54:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T13:20:09.940-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a toy?</title><content type='html'>The other day the husband borrowed my phone to call his sister. He did it because he did not want to run out of minutes on his phone. When the little man saw his father holding my phone he yelled &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;my phone!&lt;/span&gt; and wanted to get it from his father's hand while the latter was still talking. Of course it did not go well. Both got aggravated and the little man ran to me crying. I had to explain to him it was not his phone and that if he wants to play with it he has to wait his turn. It took a long time for him to settle down that I thought about digging our old &lt;a href="http://www.thesource.ca/estore/category.aspx?language=en-CA&amp;amp;catalog=Online&amp;amp;category=prepaid_plan&amp;amp;pagenum=1&amp;amp;sort=1"&gt;prepaid cell phones&lt;/a&gt; but I realized I don't have a clue where the phones are at now. We have two old prepaid phones which we purchased a year ago for back-up and I had both on one of my bags until the husband decided to rearrange everything and now I don't know where the phones are at. It would have been a nice toy to give the little man since we are not using them anymore. But the thought of digging through everything to look for phones did not appeal to me. Besides the little man settled down and did not ask for the phone again when he found a toy to play with. Thank goodness!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-2036980111729194264?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/2036980111729194264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=2036980111729194264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2036980111729194264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2036980111729194264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/02/toy.html' title='a toy?'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-573736952560074929</id><published>2010-01-30T16:51:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T17:03:05.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>birthday gift</title><content type='html'>A friend is going to celebrate her birthday in a few months. I plan on giving her a gift on that special day if I have enough money saved up. She lives in the Philippines though so I have to make a decision pretty quick since I do have to send her the gift through the mail which takes about two to three weeks. I am thinking about getting a &lt;a href="http://www.tybinc.com/"&gt;personalized gift&lt;/a&gt; for her. She loves mugs so I might do that with her name or favorite celebrity in it. Or else get her favorite perfume. If nothing else, I can send her chocolates because she is crazy over them. It is time I start saving up. I have not given her anything since we became friends that this act might surprise her in a nice way. I already promised her presents should we go on vacation but we don't know when that is going to happen yet so the gift should be welcomed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-573736952560074929?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/573736952560074929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=573736952560074929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/573736952560074929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/573736952560074929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/birthday-gift.html' title='birthday gift'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-8771481780872581320</id><published>2010-01-26T00:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-26T00:25:49.231-05:00</updated><title type='text'>good night!</title><content type='html'>The little man does not like to go to bed. Like most kids his age, he fights sleep even if he is already so sleepy. It annoys me but then instead of forcing him to go to bed I let him decide. And it seems to be working. If I leave him alone he gets in the couch with his blankies saying good night to us. And without me telling him to go to bed he actually sleeps early. Talk about reverse psychology, lol. I then transfer him in his bed when he is sound asleep. There are nights that he stays up late but it is rare. I am loving this new arrangement. Although with the little man I am not sure how long this will last. He surprises me everyday with something new and although I am hoping this will be routine for him I am not holding my breath. Like always, I let him do what he wants (within reason) as long as he is happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-8771481780872581320?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/8771481780872581320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=8771481780872581320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8771481780872581320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8771481780872581320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/good-night.html' title='good night!'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-5524484727339081325</id><published>2010-01-24T10:56:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T11:06:14.407-05:00</updated><title type='text'>odd behavior?</title><content type='html'>I like to check the mailbox every day even if I am not expecting anything. This makes the husband go crazy because why would a person check the mail when she knows there is nothing special waiting for her in it? But it does not stop me from going out even in this cold weather to get the mail for the day. Most of the times it is just bills and some grocery ads but I do get credit card offers and &lt;a href="http://www.lifeinsurancequotes.com/"&gt;free life insurance quote&lt;/a&gt; some days. There are also times that I get ads from local stores which I have been wondering how they happen to know my name and address when I have not been to their store yet. When I order books or DVD's online it adds to the excitement, knowing that it is going to be placed in the mailbox sooner or later. I don't really know what is going on with me. Perhaps I am just bored. Maybe this is a sign that I need to get a job? You know be around people other than my family. I don't even know if there is a name for this fixation with the mailbox. I need my head examined, I think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-5524484727339081325?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/5524484727339081325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=5524484727339081325' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/5524484727339081325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/5524484727339081325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/odd-behavior.html' title='odd behavior?'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-3632178069276997863</id><published>2010-01-21T13:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T14:10:19.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>he lost a shoe</title><content type='html'>In the middle of the intersection at that! We were walking the other day for an important mission when the little man wanted me to pick him up which I did. I figured he was tired trying to keep up with me and even if he is heavy I thought it was easier when I carry him. It was. Until his shoe slipped off while we were basically sprinting to get to the other side of the road. He yelled about his missing shoe and I had to wait for the light to change to run back and get it. Before I did though some misplaced samaritan decided to pick the lost shoe up and throw it, like she was throwing something distasteful, on the sidewalk. I screamed &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no! &lt;/span&gt;and she looked at me and started babbling like an idiot that she just wanted to help. Help? By throwing the shoe further away? Why not pick it up and hand it to the person who was obviously trying to beat the light running from one end of the road to the next just to get the freaking shoe? Some people are just hard to understand sometimes. But I am happy I got the shoe back, without being ran over, because that was the little man's favorite. Next time I will make sure everything is secure so we will not lost anything again while walking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-3632178069276997863?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/3632178069276997863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=3632178069276997863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/3632178069276997863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/3632178069276997863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/he-lost-shoe.html' title='he lost a shoe'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-8063804661787067735</id><published>2010-01-18T16:07:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T16:22:55.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>little kids and food</title><content type='html'>Somebody wanted a taste of my favorite cup noodle and ended up eating most of it. I was left with mostly noodle soup and very little noodle. I am happy the little man is starting to venture into the unknown world of food. He is the kind to stick to the food he likes and it was frustrating to even try to make him eat anything. It still is now but at least he is trying new food and getting  used to some. I now have a little more choice on what to serve him. I, on the other hand, am hoping to lose weight. Who am I kidding, it is my ultimate wish. As opposed to the little man's being finicky, I shove all kinds of food on my mouth and then feel guilty afterward. That is why I am back to exploring sites such as &lt;a href="http://dietpillreviews.net/"&gt;www.dietpillreviews.net&lt;/a&gt; hoping there is a miracle pill out there I can pop up and I will not only get rid of fat I will also look fab. If only it is that easy. Back to the little man, he now eats three meals a day plus milk in between. Is he gaining weight? No. He is getting tall though which is a good thing. I will have to start eating vegetables so he will follow suit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-8063804661787067735?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/8063804661787067735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=8063804661787067735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8063804661787067735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8063804661787067735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/little-kids-and-food.html' title='little kids and food'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-1511316820327157518</id><published>2010-01-17T20:12:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T20:34:16.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>almost full</title><content type='html'>The little man has outgrown most of his shirts that we bought last summer. Which means we will have to buy new ones. Bigger ones to fit him better. Since he now has preference on what he wants to wear there are shirts that still fit but he will not wear anymore. I put one on him earlier and the minute I turned my back on him he had it off and ran to his drawer where I keep his shirts to get another. I hate to tell him no because I want him to be able to decide for himself. So I let him be. His old clothes, including those he does not like, will be sent to Leyte so other kids will be able to use them. Along with a toys. It is nice to have a box handy for this purpose. The current box only needs a few items and we should be able to bring it to the Filipino store to be picked up by the forwarding company. I only need some items for my parents, a few bottles of &lt;a href="http://antiaging-products.net/"&gt;anti aging products&lt;/a&gt; for my aunts, and a few items for my niece and the box should be good to go. We may not even have to spend a lot of money for this box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-1511316820327157518?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/1511316820327157518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=1511316820327157518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/1511316820327157518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/1511316820327157518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/almost-full.html' title='almost full'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-4690875282801026671</id><published>2010-01-17T08:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T08:30:00.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i am starving!</title><content type='html'>I had every intention of staying in bed as long as I can this morning but that plan was cut short when I heard the husband arguing with his son. I heard cabinet doors slamming and the sound of a cup being dropped on  the floor. So I had to get up and ask what was going on. The husband said somebody (his son, of course) claimed he was starving and he was opening cabinets to stress his point. Even took his father's cup of coffee and dropped it on the floor and made a mess. Thankfully the coffee was not hot. Unfortunately I had to clean it up. I don't know why he did not come and fetch me because that is what he normally does. I guess he was expecting his father to fix his breakfast which did not happen. I gave him milk while I get things ready to fix him pancakes and sausage. He has been behaving since he ate his breakfast. This little monster gets really upset when he is hungry. Must have gotten his temperament from me. Nobody messes with me when I am hungry. The only difference, I can cook for myself while he can't which makes it more frustrating for him. At least I get to solve that minor problem. The husband is unhappy that his son used the word starving. He is afraid he will use that term in public and people might hear it and think we are letting this little boy starve. I told him to settle down. Kids say words they pick up from adults and use it when it suit them. People can tell he is a well cared for little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-4690875282801026671?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/4690875282801026671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=4690875282801026671' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4690875282801026671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4690875282801026671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/i-am-starving.html' title='i am starving!'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-2407660547656154526</id><published>2010-01-16T16:12:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:19:44.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>orders</title><content type='html'>My brother is set to go home this month. He works abroad yet he demands some things from me. He told me he wants an iPhone with all kinds of apps, several shirts, a pair or two of Levi's jeans, maybe some Victoria's Secret perfume &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; lotion (I have a very vain family in Leyte), and &lt;a href="http://www.proactivreviews.org/"&gt;proactiv solution&lt;/a&gt; for his face. He expects me to buy all these, buy a balikbayan box and then ship it as soon as I can. Translate that to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;. I told him I am broke and if he really wants these things he needs to shell out some money. His response was for me to treat it as credit, he will pay me when he is ready which might be never. Well, he will have to wait a long time because I am not spending that much money on his whims alone. Maybe I will buy one or two items from his list but that will be because I want to and not because I was almost ordered to. If we win the lottery that might be another story, lol. I know he will understand though. This is not the first time &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ate&lt;/span&gt; did not deliver. Sure won't be the last :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-2407660547656154526?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/2407660547656154526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=2407660547656154526' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2407660547656154526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2407660547656154526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/orders.html' title='orders'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-7334098328074330528</id><published>2010-01-15T22:01:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T22:25:08.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>early night</title><content type='html'>The little man went to bed early much to his father's surprise. And I think delight if he is honest about it, lol. It is because when the little man is up and he sees his father sitting in the couch he sits beside him and starts a conversation. A conversation with pretty much incomprehensible words since when he gets excited he rattles off words that leaves us speechless because we do not understand most of what he says. We listen though and we try to talk back and praise him which results to more questions from our little dynamo. And when he engages you in a conversation, he stays with you until something catches his attention. And it could be a long time. If you are watching the news while he does that you might have to turn the television off, lol. Which is always the case in the evenings with his father. That was why the husband feels better that he can actually watch the news without interruption. It is rare. And I can do my nightly routine without somebody knocking on the bathroom door yelling &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;mommy&lt;/span&gt;. Imagine having to do your girly thing before bedtime and your son screaming for you, it is not a pretty sight is it? I don't even stay in the bathroom long enough because I don't use the &lt;a href="http://www.nightcreams.org/"&gt;best night cream&lt;/a&gt; nor do I do anything else than wash my face. Still it warrants a knock and a call. I swear I will get him back for this when he is older and he wants his privacy just to annoy him, lol. We love our little boy but we do need time alone from time to time. I know he will understand that in the future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-7334098328074330528?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/7334098328074330528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=7334098328074330528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/7334098328074330528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/7334098328074330528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/early-night.html' title='early night'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-7396350451639211996</id><published>2010-01-15T08:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:58:06.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='affection'/><title type='text'>love you too</title><content type='html'>I was cleaning the carpet last night and the little man will not leave me alone. So I talked to him and told him it will be easier for me to finish my task if he cooperates and then I said I love him. He looked at me, smiled, and said love you too. I was speechless. He got uncomfortable and he ran off. Poor thing must have been embarrassed. I know I did not do well. I was just used to one sided conversation for the longest time that when he answers me back I get dumbstruck. One good thing about it happening was that he left me alone for a while. He did come back though and started annoying me until I finished the job. I might have been annoyed but I was also happy. My son actually said he loves me too. Could there be anything sweeter than that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-7396350451639211996?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/7396350451639211996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=7396350451639211996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/7396350451639211996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/7396350451639211996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/love-you-too.html' title='love you too'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-571905666469442752</id><published>2010-01-14T17:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T18:09:18.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>getting involved</title><content type='html'>The little man and I did a little exercise a while ago. It was just jumping up and down, running around the house, and him sitting on my feet and counting while I did sit-ups. It was fun. We had a blast. My little boy was grinning from ear to ear being involved in mommy's follies, lol. You might ask why I did it, well, I have been thinking about losing weight (again!) and I read online that I need to do at least 30 minutes of exercise a day to do it. Yay! It will be hard to do since it is easier to just sit down and pig out. It might be a good way to start living healthy. Exercise (and eating healthy) will be good for my body anyway to clean it of toxins. So there will be no need to read about &lt;a href="http://www.coloncleanserreview.net/"&gt;colon cleansing product reviews&lt;/a&gt; online. Besides it does make my son happy. He probably feels bored living with boring parents with limited imagination for fun. If I can do this daily with him participating in, it will be nice for both of us. One way of using up all that energy so he will be more agreeable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-571905666469442752?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/571905666469442752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=571905666469442752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/571905666469442752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/571905666469442752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/getting-involved.html' title='getting involved'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-8618378055965547991</id><published>2010-01-13T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T11:20:33.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>tall?</title><content type='html'>The little man is growing up quick. He is already tall for his age. He is all legs and arms. When I try to pick him up it is awkward anymore with his height but I still do it  anyway. We both love the game, I pick him up so we can dance to any song I think of singing at the moment. Even his father who thought that his son is going to be a short guy said that we will have a tall one here. Thank goodness if that is the case. This means we won't need &lt;a href="http://www.humangrowthhormone.org/"&gt;hgh releasers&lt;/a&gt; or anything of the kind. We might not be able to afford it, lol. I remember being approached by a classmate when I was in college to split the cost of an hgh product so we will grow a bit taller. We both are short, actually just a few inches taller than a midget if I am being honest with it. And she said she is tired of being considered the runt of the litter hence the hgh. I could not afford it then so I said no. I wonder what I would have looked like now if I did take it. I might be taller. Oh well, at least I married a tall guy so there is a 50% chance our kids will be tall too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-8618378055965547991?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/8618378055965547991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=8618378055965547991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8618378055965547991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/8618378055965547991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/tall.html' title='tall?'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-5091210767098053278</id><published>2010-01-12T08:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T08:25:37.665-05:00</updated><title type='text'>another hyper day</title><content type='html'>Somebody is super hyper this morning. I have been trying to make him settle down but it is not working. He is jumping while shouting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;owright&lt;/span&gt; while watching his cafe in Facebook. I don't know what is so exciting about  watching "people" eat. Yesterday he spent a good hour doing forward rolls which made me cringe every time for fear he will get hurt. And like any other time, he did stop only to make me feel better and when he thought I was not looking was at it again. I swear I am going to have a nervous breakdown and go crazy if he gets any more extreme ideas like that in his beautiful little head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-5091210767098053278?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/5091210767098053278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=5091210767098053278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/5091210767098053278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/5091210767098053278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/another-hyper-day.html' title='another hyper day'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-1495384567269482218</id><published>2010-01-09T16:26:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T16:35:21.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cold days</title><content type='html'>It had been days that the weather is too cold here in the South. It is not normal for us but we cannot do anything to stop it, only to get ready for the worse. We are so ready for a warmer weather where we can go out without bundling up. If it is cold in the South it is worse in Indiana where we used to live. They have snow and the temperature gets in the single digit. Think about being coped up inside the house for days. I don't blame the husband's aunt then when she called and asked him if he can search for &lt;a href="http://bookit.com/us/florida/orlando/"&gt;orlando condos&lt;/a&gt; for her. She has been wanting to get a place in Florida for a while now. She said she needs a place she can run to when the weather  gets bad because the cold bothers her now that she is older. The husband is all for helping because he also would like to move to a warmer climate. And she offered an open invitation for us to stay with her should we like to. That is why he has been looking online for condominiums. She might have to go and check the place out when he finds one though, after all it will be her property and she needs to see it first before she could sign the papers. I am loving the idea that we don't have to stay in a motel should we decide to visit the theme parks in Orlando.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-1495384567269482218?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/1495384567269482218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=1495384567269482218' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/1495384567269482218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/1495384567269482218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/cold-days.html' title='cold days'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-6967720819066713144</id><published>2010-01-04T13:37:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T13:50:55.811-05:00</updated><title type='text'>clean and tidy</title><content type='html'>The little man woke up early this morning. We let him sleep with us because it was an unusually cold night last night and we fear our furnace is not working since it gives off cool air instead of warm. Being used to sleeping alone, he disliked the cramped space and plotted revenge by kicking me in the back when he woke up very early. He gave up eventually when he realized I was not ready to get up. His father saved him and they went to the living room while I went back to sleep. The problem with trusting his father with the little man is that they don't care whether they make a big mess. I had to wipe the &lt;a href="http://www.buytile.com/"&gt;floor tiles&lt;/a&gt; several times because it was covered with sticky substance. I did not ask what it was. What was the point? I had to clean it up anyway and so I did. Toys where everywhere. The television and the computer were turned on. Tables needed to be wiped. I ended up doing a general cleaning ahead of schedule to start my day right. I hate clutter and even if the little man loves to drink from a real cup I still give him juices on a sippy cup to minimize clean up but the husband gives in to his boy all the time and I end up cleaning. It is not a big deal really. I don't mind much as long as I get to sleep as long as I need to. Now the house is clean and tidy. As tidy as a three year old allows it that is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-6967720819066713144?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/6967720819066713144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=6967720819066713144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6967720819066713144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6967720819066713144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/clean-and-tidy.html' title='clean and tidy'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-2859693773406104818</id><published>2010-01-03T10:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T10:56:32.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JT calls me</title><content type='html'>Mommy when he is in a good mood. It always is followed by a hug and a kiss. Sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother when he is annoyed with what I do although I don't really know what I did wrong. Oh, well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My given name when he wants something done right away. Like, right now! His father is the one to be blamed for this, teaching his son to blurt my name just like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Poray because, well, that is my nickname and he heard his father (it all goes back to him it seems like) calls me that when he is in a playful mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope he will stop at those four names because if he does try to call me derogatory words in the future he will sport a busted lip for a long time, lol. Just kidding though. I hope my boy will be good. I enjoy listening to his creativity with words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-2859693773406104818?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/2859693773406104818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=2859693773406104818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2859693773406104818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/2859693773406104818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/jt-calls-me.html' title='JT calls me'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-6690307647921317076</id><published>2010-01-02T20:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T20:33:24.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>being good</title><content type='html'>The little man went to bed early tonight. He did not take his nap as usual so at six in the evening he was ready to hit the sack. He is sound asleep in his own bed although I am not sure if he will stay there the whole night. He always runs (literally) to our bed if he wakes up in the middle of the night alone in his bed. It will take some time for him to get used to his own bed again after we let him sleep with us for a while but I know he will. He has been doing good lately just playing with his toys when I am busy. Less tantrums which is a relief and more lovey-dovey which is a surprise. Even with all the toys he got from Christmas he still prefers my old &lt;a href="http://www.buy.com/cat/laptop-computers/212.html"&gt;notebook computer&lt;/a&gt; which I let him use for his educational online games. He plays with his cars but when he gets tired of them he runs to his computer to play Starfall and Nick Jr. games. He also watches his educational DVDs in it. I love being with this little terror everyday. It is a learning experience just being around him. And he never fails to make me laugh with the words he learns and the way he reacts when something displeases him. He is a joy, our little boy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-6690307647921317076?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/6690307647921317076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=6690307647921317076' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6690307647921317076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6690307647921317076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/being-good.html' title='being good'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-3306983244654862631</id><published>2010-01-02T10:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T10:56:52.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a waste of time</title><content type='html'>I just got off the phone from an automated call from a card services something. I don't know how these people ever got my number or why they bother to call and use an automated voice afterward. It annoys me but there is nothing I can do but hang up. I sometimes talk on my native language but I don't think it did any good. I still get these calls. Sometimes it is about &lt;a href="http://www.insuranceleads.com/insurance-marketing.aspx"&gt;insurance marketing&lt;/a&gt; but most of the time it is about card services and credit protection. When the husband gets calls like this he used to talk like to an old friend which made me laugh but now he hangs up as quick as possible. It always gets me though. Since my phone rarely rings (I am not popular, lol) I think when it does it is important. Imagine what I feel when it is not. I hope they will leave me alone because they are just wasting both our times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-3306983244654862631?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/3306983244654862631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=3306983244654862631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/3306983244654862631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/3306983244654862631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2010/01/waste-of-time.html' title='a waste of time'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-6772970482371283743</id><published>2009-12-30T21:44:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T11:21:07.848-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hop on pop</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjnRXOq9eNA/Szq-tEdpTyI/AAAAAAAAATw/HjmgGMqyTV0/s320/DSC07533.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My three year old loves this book. He can read the short sentences in it and he absolutely loves the illustration. He does get excited and reads Pop as Hop, lol. We have been reading this book for a week and I am glad he is not tired of it yet. This book was given to us by his Aunt S the last time we visited and I am glad she did. I would never have found this treasure by myself. There were plenty of books she gave us but we have only started with this one. Perhaps next time we will try the others one by one. The husband said that my passion for reading might have rubbed off on the little man because he likes books even when he could not read yet. The very first book he got attached with was the driver's manual I got for myself from the DMV, lol. He used to pore through the book like it was very interesting. Now he has moved on to something else. I will encourage him to read and to love books because it is good for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This is not a review :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-6772970482371283743?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/6772970482371283743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=6772970482371283743' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6772970482371283743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/6772970482371283743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2009/12/hop-on-pop.html' title='hop on pop'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mjnRXOq9eNA/Szq-tEdpTyI/AAAAAAAAATw/HjmgGMqyTV0/s72-c/DSC07533.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-4216865667460803214</id><published>2009-12-29T10:54:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T11:06:40.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>what to do</title><content type='html'>I have been having problems with the little man. He does not like to use the potty. He used to sit in the potty and wait until he either do number 1 or number 2 but not anymore. When I try to make him sit in the potty he fights it. I bought him a potty chair and we do have a potty seat for him for the toilet but they are useless. I do not know what to do anymore. He is three and I thought he might be more than ready for this new phase but he seems to abhor the idea. Ours may not be new &lt;a href="http://www.faucet.com/brand/Toto"&gt;Toto toilets&lt;/a&gt; but I keep it clean so there really is no reason to not sit in it. I am running out of ideas anymore. Should I just let him decide when he is ready or coax him some more to use the potty again? If I wait what if he will not be ready until he is five? And if I coax him to using the potty what if he will dislike it even more? I am doomed! I need help here. How could something that seemed so simple could end up being complicated?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-4216865667460803214?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/4216865667460803214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=4216865667460803214' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4216865667460803214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/4216865667460803214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2009/12/what-to-do.html' title='what to do'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-212271795678504877</id><published>2009-12-28T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-28T14:46:18.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>newsletter</title><content type='html'>I received a newsletter from the little man's insurance the other day. It contained information about vaccinations, flu shots, keeping clean and staying healthy. It also provided the company's hotline numbers in case we needed &lt;a href="http://www.access2wellness.com/a2w/hcp-partnership.html"&gt;prescription assistance&lt;/a&gt; or we needed more information about his coverage. I like this particular insurance company. They are always up to date and keep us well informed. I hope we will be able to renew when his membership expires next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-212271795678504877?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/212271795678504877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=212271795678504877' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/212271795678504877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/212271795678504877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2009/12/newsletter.html' title='newsletter'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6017372049878978601.post-796036341652499747</id><published>2009-12-27T19:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-27T19:40:14.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a lot of presents</title><content type='html'>The little man received a lot of presents on Christmas. He opened all on Christmas eve with his father's coaching and he was so thrilled with his toys. Most of his presents came from daddy. A few from mommy and one from his sister. I should say we did good on our choices though because he seemed to like every single one of the toys he got even if some were not expensive. I took a lot of pictures and I will share it when I get the chance to transfer them in my computer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6017372049878978601-796036341652499747?l=www.botchoi.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.botchoi.com/feeds/796036341652499747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6017372049878978601&amp;postID=796036341652499747' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/796036341652499747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6017372049878978601/posts/default/796036341652499747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.botchoi.com/2009/12/lot-of-presents.html' title='a lot of presents'/><author><name>poray</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='05231384851133747489'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>