Papa's Boy

I noticed Eli only says mama when he wants milk or he's frustrated (i.e. bored, sleepy and when he's bored because he's sleepy). Tonight I want him to say "mama" while we were horsing around and he's extra jolly.

I was saying "mama" for the 131^st time (yes I counted it!), when he suddenly blurted out "papa". I thought it was just a fluke. But then he kept repeating the word "papa" to his heart's content. No coaxing or bribing could change his mind.

Oh well, I guess I have to accept this role early on. Mama the kill-joy (i.e. boring but dependable one). Papa the cool one who's killer smile and laugh I inherited.

K fine! Boys have a natural tendency to band together talaga.

The "No Party" Birthday Planning Story

If you know me at all, you’ll know that I am a sucker for celebrations. I make up events just so I can throw parties (maybe I am a frustrated events planner… or maybe not! hehe). Anyhoo, in the office, simple milestones, family affairs, etc. I like to plan, execute and love hearing from the guests how fun the event was. I would sleep that night with a big silly grin in my face, smiling serenely to my hearts content.

Since I am sick and marooned in the house, I know I should be planning my son’s birthday party. Instead, I’ve decided not to throw a big party. (My husband thinking: Bee, maybe you’re just depressed and all because of your fever. Or maybe this is a side effect of the antibiotics or the nebulizer?!)

In my head, I have never been this sure. In two, three years time Elijah will start asking for parties. He would want friends to come over, give him gifts, he would ogle at magicians or the animal show prepared for him, he would gladly giveaway loot bags to his guests and together we will decide a theme for his birthday party.

But not for now. He would wonder in amazement why the hell there are too many people around. He would smile gleefully as so many people will try to make him laugh. He would look with interest at the huge cake but not understand anything.

I know why parents celebrate 1^st birthdays. It is a HUGE milestone. So, I completely understand why parents make such a big deal out of it. Three hours ago, I was contemplating: should I throw an “all-out birthday party” or simply celebrate the day with his closest baby buddies, make it completely fuss-free for my husband, Eli and me. It is obvious by now which one won. It got me to thinking too that with the money I will be saving maybe the three of us can travel instead. I still don’t know.

I guess, my point it is no matter what choices parents make for their babies it is completely understandable.

Believe me, keeping it small and simple is much harder for me than hiring an events planner and making the event big, big, BIG! And plus I hate magicians. They are so smug and all. LOL. More fuss-free birthday planning stories to come.

I'm in love with our baby

I know every mother is. But mine is bordering on obsession type of thing. As again all mothers do. Haha.

So, I noticed I do not have quite a lot of blog entry about my baby boy Elijah  which perplexes me as most of my waking (even sleeping) time is filled with snippets of his smile and laughter. At the office, I am a walking zombie until I reach my minimum 8 hours work-day. Smelling his "pawis-filled anit" as soon as I come home is the highlight of any week day. He has endless bag of tricks which turn my world upside down. It could be a wave, a chuckle, a silly song he’s singing, a look, a gaze, a sigh. My crazy munchkin' has my heart wrapped around his pudgy cute little fingers.

(Don't get me wrong, I do love my boyfriend-husband to bits also. As documented here and here, but my love for Eli is a love that I never knew could exist before. It's even possible that you get annoyed with this mundane motherly babble I'm sort of doing right now. You don't even have to like what I say. All these thoughts are purely just for me. You can skip this and I would completely understand.)

Our baby is the kindest, sweetest baby even from the start. He'd want nothing from anyone. He's fine as long as he has mama and her milk. Over time he grew fond of other people's faces too. Dad's stubby chin. Tita ninang's heartly laugh. Lola mommy's lovely lullaby. All who met him became instant fans. And he is generous to them with his hug and laughter. Now at eight months, he is the friendliest baby ever. He would lie on your shoulder as if you are old friends and look at you deep in the eye with a twinkle.

Elijah, has fever running for the past three days. He got the "super-virus" from his dad. He's been coughing and sneezing like there’s no tomorrow and last night was the worst hit. I did not sleep at all. He didn't want to be put down. He wanted me to hug him tight all night. So there I was at 3am in the morning bruised arms and all singing my baby boy to sleep. As I type this, my baby boy is sleeping on my lap, faced tucked in my bosom.

Soon, Elijah's world will be filled with playthings, then dreams of adulthood. For now I cherish that he adores every bit of me. He sees me and his eyes immediately lights up. He's sick and he doesn't want anyone except mommy. Oh motherhood. Not a day passes that I did not thank God I became one.

Dear Eli, you are such a strong and brave boy. I love you to the moon and back.

Keep on loving and living everyone.

:)

The reason I am not blogging

For the benefit of my two loyal readers (my husband and sister), I have not been blogging because I have been sad and busy lately. I was not busy being sad nor was I sad because I was busy. On separate occasions I was either busy or sad.

Did you get?

Did you?

I hope so.

Sad. My husband has been under the weather for quite some time now. After a series of on and off fever, me fighting with various Medical City staff, dozens of negative medical tests, not two, not three, but four internists we still don't know why he's been.. sick lately. Now, no more fever but he has the worst coughs and cold which has now spread into the entire household (our baby, me and Conching), which kind of complicates things even more. I know things shall be better post-July. August is one of my favorite months because it’s hubby's birthday month. Get better my big baby okay?

(I have not been drinking coke for more than three weeks now. I am sacrificing coke so my husband gets better. The connection? Who knows? But a sacrifice is a sacrifice. I hope the universe gets my logic.)

Busy. Work. Play. Social activities. Harry Potter. The end of an era. Eli's 1st birthday preparation. Which I am promising will be free of any 1st birthday clichés. A tough feat to accomplish but I am promising our first born son a party so cool he'll want to do it again when he's 21 haha. I have to blog about so many things I hope I can eventually catch up.

I will be back with a vengeance mind you. I just thought of saying: "I missed you blog world and I hope you missed me as much as I missed you.”.

That’s it. OkiThanxBai!

XOXO.
Mother Love

Shoe la lah!

I know, I know there's too many problems in the world I ought' to solve. So many more important and valuable questions for me to ponder. But tonight I have only one question in mind...

Should. I. Buy. These. Shoes?


Carry ko ba to? 

Photos courtesy of Shoe Etiquette

Only time will tell. 


Let me sleep on it tonight. 


Help me decide friends. :)