he can sit up now!

on our way to his Lola and Lolo

he can sit up now!

on our way to his Lola and Lolo

sleeping prince

Our vierte can sleep through the night with 2-3 occasional feedings while sleeping. But, as to when he actually learned too I can no longer remember.

Right now though he can sleep by himself without us carrying him too sleep (we only do this if he's agitated), after his "nanan" (feed) he rolls to his tummy rubs his face in our pillow and rests his head there.

Last week was the first time he went out without me, he was invited to attend his Ahia Migo's birthday and off he went with ate michelle and tita Badet. He wasn't crying and was happy entertaining.

I came home and and my prince fell asleep with his party clothes. I managed to change him to his pajama's but he was really mad, to translate the "gooo's" - "mommy, please im tired!"

sleeping prince

Our vierte can sleep through the night with 2-3 occasional feedings while sleeping. But, as to when he actually learned too I can no longer remember.

Right now though he can sleep by himself without us carrying him too sleep (we only do this if he's agitated), after his "nanan" (feed) he rolls to his tummy rubs his face in our pillow and rests his head there.

Last week was the first time he went out without me, he was invited to attend his Ahia Migo's birthday and off he went with ate michelle and tita Badet. He wasn't crying and was happy entertaining.

I came home and and my prince fell asleep with his party clothes. I managed to change him to his pajama's but he was really mad, to translate the "gooo's" - "mommy, please im tired!"

Mean Moms

I'd like to share the poem/article below that I got from SmartParenting forum.

Mama was mean to us, like what's written below she insisted in knowing every detail of our social life-what where when and with whom. Though my siblings and I "hated" that pagiging "intrimitida" of Mama I'm sure glad she treated us that way.

I see myself to be a mean mom to Vierte, as I am a mean ate to my siblings.

sabi nga ng mga nakakatanda "saka mo na maiintindihan ng lubusan mga magulang mo pag naging nanay/tatay ka na din"

Thanks Mama!

with my mama

with my son







***

 

MEAN MOMS

 

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

 

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

 

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

 

I loved you enough to let you see anger,disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

 

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

 

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

 

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

 

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

 

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said wewould be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

 

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash, and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lieawake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

 

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

 

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16

 

Because of our mothe r we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

 

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

 

I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

Mean Moms

I'd like to share the poem/article below that I got from SmartParenting forum.

Mama was mean to us, like what's written below she insisted in knowing every detail of our social life-what where when and with whom. Though my siblings and I "hated" that pagiging "intrimitida" of Mama I'm sure glad she treated us that way.

I see myself to be a mean mom to Vierte, as I am a mean ate to my siblings.

sabi nga ng mga nakakatanda "saka mo na maiintindihan ng lubusan mga magulang mo pag naging nanay/tatay ka na din"

Thanks Mama!

with my mama

with my son

***

MEAN MOMS

Someday when my children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates a parent, I will tell them, as my Mean Mom told me: I loved you enough . . . to ask where you were going, with whom, and what time you would be home.

I loved you enough to be silent and let you discover that your new best friend was a creep.

I loved you enough to stand over you for two hours while you cleaned your room, a job that should have taken 15 minutes.

I loved you enough to let you see anger,disappointment, and tears in my eyes. Children must learn that their parents aren't perfect.

I loved you enough to let you assume the responsibility for your actions even when the penalties were so harsh they almost broke my heart.

But most of all, I loved you enough . . . to say NO when I knew you would hate me for it.

Those were the most difficult battles of all. I'm glad I won them, because in the end you won, too. And someday when your children are old enough to understand the logic that motivates parents, you will tell them.

Was your Mom mean? I know mine was. We had the meanest mother in the whole world! While other kids ate candy for breakfast, we had to have cereal, eggs, and toast.When others had a Pepsi and a Twinkie for lunch, we had to eat sandwiches. And you can guess our mother fixed us a dinner that was different from what other kids had, too.

Mother insisted on knowing where we were at all times. You'd think we were convicts in a prison. She had to know who our friends were, and what we were doing with them. She insisted that if we said wewould be gone for an hour, we would be gone for an hour or less.

We were ashamed to admit it, but she had the nerve to break the Child Labor Laws by making us work We had to wash the dishes, make the beds, learn to cook, vacuum the floor, do laundry, empty the trash, and all sorts of cruel jobs. I think she would lieawake at night thinking of more things for us to do.

She always insisted on us telling the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth. By the time we were teenagers, she could read our minds and had eyes in the back of her head. Then, life was really tough!

Mother wouldn't let our friends just honk the horn when they drove up. They had to come up to the door so she could meet them. While everyone else could date when they were 12 or 13, we had to wait until we were 16

Because of our mothe r we missed out on lots of things other kids experienced. None of us have ever been caught shoplifting, vandalizing other's property or ever arrested for any crime. It was all her fault.

Now that we have left home, we are all educated, honest adults. We are doing our best to be mean parents just like Mom was.

I think that is what's wrong with the world today. It just doesn't have enough mean moms!

Playpen Funtime

Lola Bing insist's that I must also learn to play by myself and not be carried by mommy and Tita.




With my rattles after my bath that's what I just did, but not alone as Mommy, Tita and Lola kept checking on me.