It’s been a full month since Yuri’s party! And I have a looot of drafts in my backlog. #mustfindtimetoblog
I can’t believe I already have a 5-year old!
Wasn’t it just yesterday when I had a semi-permanently attached baby to my boobies?!
Yuri’s real birthday was on March 26, but we were scheduled to be out of town on that date so his birthday celebration was held a week earlier. It was a truly intimate party (yes, a McDonald’s party can be intimate because they only require a minimum of 10 people!) where I invited people close to us.
Hey guys! How was your long weekend? Mine went smoothly, and last Saturday, I suffered sugar-overload because it was Yuri’s birthday!
I’m pretty sure I just closed my eyes for a moment and then all of a sudden, I have a four-year old child!
What sorcery is this?
Well, it’s not as if I didn’t see it coming. Everyday, I’m in awe of his new entertaining antics and — ehem — tactics to get what he want. But my favourite thing about being a mummy to a constantly curious toddler is the company.
You see, I’m a WAHM in a long-time long-distance relationship. Because of the nature of my job, I communicate with my colleagues “remotely” and my friends have super busy work and family schedules. (I have colleagues here in Davao City; unfortunately, they live in the South while I reside in the North. If you have any idea how big this city is, you would know that going from the North to the South is pretty much like going to another city.)
When Yuri was still a baby, being with him just seemed like a chore. I have no shame in admitting it — the same way as I can shamelessly say now that he looked like an old man when he was a few days old hahaha. (To be fair, my younger sister did look like an alien… I’m pretty sure I looked funny as a newborn too…) Anyway, yes I had my in-love-with-my-baby moments but most of the time, like when he was nursing or napping in my already sore arms, time just seemed to pass so slowly. Sorry baby, it’s true 😛
But ever since he turned 3, he’s become the perfect companion-slash-bodyguard for me. He accompanies me walking around the village or going grocery-shopping. He doesn’t stop talking and I’m sure many of you mums of toddlers can relate to this! We can talk about anything and everything under the sun and somehow, our topics almost always takes the absurd turn. Not a problem at all!
I realise I still have a lot of blog backlog from last year (gee, where did my Christmas vacation go? I planned to spend that vacation writing…) but I just want to indulge in one more mindless (yet meaningful) post before I officially deal with the pile.
I have come into terms with the fact that Yuri, who will be turning 4 in a couple of months (ZOMG!), is a sleepyhead.
He started sleeping through the night near the end of his 3rd month as a wee infant. Before you envy me, let me assure you that before that fateful night, I barely slept at all. By the time he was 4 months old, we were almost always sleeping through the night and, save for those few nights when he would wake up and not return to sleep or when I discovered a new book I just couldn’t put down, I recaptured the elusive eight hours of sleep. More or less.
Let me digress for a bit. I have two favourite moments of the day. One is his afternoon nap and the other is his sleeptime. It’s during those times when I can focus on what I want to do (blog, write, do some calligraphy, update my planner). Of course, most of the time, when Yuri sleeps, I either watch TV, browse Facebook, or catch some Z’s myself hehe.
Anyway, as he gets older, I noticed that Yuri’s sleeping hours have become longer. For example, just the other day, he slept for twelve hours — and would have slept longer had I not woken him up. In my defence, it was already almost 9 am and the sunlight streaming through our bedroom window was too warm it wasn’t funny anymore.
Hey everyone! Blogging just a short and sweet entry today because Miss Joyful Mess is down with the flu. Yes that’s me. I don’t know why, but this year, I’ve been getting sick more often? Does it have to do with weaning from breastfeeding? Or else I’m totally blaming the haze.
The I-have-a-cold-and-I-have-red-nose selfie hahaha. (I didn’t realise how yellow I was until this picture.)
Okay I digress. Something really embarrassing happened to me last Sunday at the mall.
Yuri is a handful.
There, I said it.
I was so happy when we got out of the so-called Terrible Two’s stage unscathed. He was always a well-behaved child who was normally active and only seldom threw tantrums.
I was wrong. The real challenge is when your child turns three.
Don’t get me wrong; Yuri still has a mostly happy disposition and could very well behave when needed. However, at this age, he’s also beginning to have a stronger personality and know the fine art of manipulating adults. He still isn’t into throwing tantrums – I guess that goes with the fact that I either ignore him or laugh at him when he attempts to – but can pretend-cry to see if he can get what he wants.
But despite these, I love many things about this age. One of these things is the funny things kids say. Yuri has his own share of funny anecdotes! Here are the funny stuff he recently did:
One day, I heard a soft crash – clearly, something fell (or was dropped) in the bedroom nearby. As expected, Yuri came running to me and said,
Nahulog ko alligator mo.
Me: Anong alligator?
Yuri: Yung alligator na gamit mo.
I was confused and kept asking him what that alligator was until he showed me what he meant: