My first time to see snow

Thank goodness for the first snow, it was a reminder that no matter how old I have become, there is always something new to experience.  Cliché as it may sound but I was transported momentarily to being my 5-year-old self where everything is a sense of wonder and discovery and excitement on learning and experiencing new things.

This little fellow had his first real snow experience when he is over 3.  I had mine at over 30...not much of a difference, just a zero at the end ;)

I am now ever more excited of forever when I'll have all the time in the world to experience the  beauty and wonder of our Creator’s creation.

How do you catch time?

time flies, time zooms...the only way I know how to stop it - take a picture of it

I guess I can now relate to the irony of this statement.  “The days are long but the years are short.”  It seems like only last week when we first set foot in this country, but now it’s November, in a month or so, the year will be over.  Whew! Time flies indeed.

We get caught up with the daily to-dos and the list never gets cleared, it keeps getting longer. The time and things just pass by in a blur, and then we wake up a year older.  Now that I’m a mama, I’m becoming more emotional.  I want to capture every moment and experiences I have with my little family.  I want to snap photos of my toddler who is beginning to have his feisty personality shine.  And when I capture an adorable antic of his, I become that proud mama, ready to share to the whole world how amazing my little boy is.  And at times, I just want to keep it to myself and freeze that special moment I share with my toddler. 

There is no stopping time.   It flies whether you are having fun or not.  The choice is yours.  And I want to consciously take an effort to make the right choice.  Time well spent, a life well-lived.  It's never easy amidst the busyness of life, but it's never an impossible feat.  

How about you, how do you catch time?

Snapshots from my weekend with my family.

went for a crochet tutorial session after Saturday field ministry and I made my first granny square, yay!!!
hopefully beanies and scarves for the little one soon ;)

caught the little one rummaging through my bag, he found an apple :)

barefoot at the park after the meet....

lovers at Cornwall Park ;) 

T Time

Tummy time is important.  Tita Doc back in the Philippines has constantly reminded as why LO should have more tummy time.  Now Doctor K is saying the same thing.

Supervised tummy time (that is during baby's waking hours) is important to help babies to push up and eventually crawl.  The muscles of the neck, shoulders, arms and torso are strengthened during this exercise.  This will help prepare your baby for major developmental milestones such as rolling over, crawling, standing up and eventually walking.

 

 

 While some babies enjoy being put on their tummy, some babies for whatever reason just don't like it.  And so the tummy time, becomes torture time.





 I wish we could make tummy time a more enjoyable experience for the poor little fellow.  We are working hard on that.

Could this be the reason why he does not like tummy time?  Bad hair day! 

After T Time, I am sporting a Donald Trump hairstyle!!!



Does your little one enjoy tummy time? Or does he wail like he is being tortured and melts mommy's heart?  How do you make tummy time enjoyable for the little one?

Please share your thoughts.

50 days and counting...

If we are facebook friends, you might have noted my 365days project.  Every day for the last 50 days, a week after we resumed our "lives" here in Singapore, I have posted a picture of the little one.

I often find myself smirking when I used to see facebook pages of new parents flooded with cute pictures of their little one.  Little did I know that one day, I would be eating up my words.  Having this preconceived notion in mind of how other people might feel if you happily posts pictures of your little one until there is no tomorrow, I even have to have a shout out disclaimer in my FB page.

 

It garnered quite a number of likes, so I take it as a lot of people out there, not just parents understands my sentiments.  And on I happily posts LO pictures.

Well, the most basic reason why I posts pictures of LO's milestones and his not so significant "milestones" is because we are on this "long-distance grandmother/aunt/uncle/cousins relationship" , and online is the only way we can connect and share.  Oh yes there is that occassional phone calls, but online is fast and efficient. 

And with constant reminders from family back home, then I have to oblige ;)

Well, of course I would be lying if I said my online sharing is just about family requests back home. I don't mind if friends get a peek into our lives.  And besides  LO's pictures get more “likes” than pictures of my new shoes or any what not activity I am into, so I guess my friends appreciates LO's pics too.

But having said all these, I do acknowledge the "consequences" of online sharing.  I do have very strict privacy settings and I often review my online friends (monthly that is and not because you are a friend of a friend would mean that I would be accepting your friend request!).  But then again, I do maintain a blog to express myself and nurture my passion of being a writer  a frustrated writer.   I guess this topic would be an entry of its own.  Let me think this through until I finally firm up my stand on this. watch out for this blog post!

So I guess I would continue posting and complete my 365days project even if I'm running out of LO's pose to post (pun intended :D).  And then maybe after that, a photo of  significant milesones here and there, until LO would start laying the ground rules like

...Mom you can't post that picture!....
...Mom you can't blog about that!.....
...Mom you can't tell people about this!....

unitl then, allow me to be just one proud mama.

How about you, do you posts pictures of your little one?

My little gremlin

I don’t know if you can recall, but there was this horror comedy  movie back in the 80s of an imaginary cute and cuddly furry creature called a Mogwai.  It was a story of a boy who was given these three little cute Mogwais as a Christmas present from his father.  He has been given 3 instructions which he has to strictly follow regarding the care of these Mogwais.  The boy inadvertently breaks 3 important rules concerning his new pet and unleashes a horde of malevolently mischievous monsters on a small town.

The hubby and I, have our own version of the little Mogwai.  He is simply the cutest, most adorable little fellow.

 

We also have 3 strict rules to follow in the care of our little “Mogwai”.

1.      He has to be well fed.  Delayed feedings spells out disaster!

 

2.      He should be dry.  Leave him with wet or soiled diaper and be sure that all hell breaks loose!

3.      He has to have his afternoon nap, if not; you’re in for big trouble!

Unfortunately, yesterday afternoon on our trip to Singapore ICA to collect his long-term pass ID, not only did we break rule number 3 (as our appointment was 3 pm and we have to travel a long way thus we have to leave the house early and so he missed his afternoon nap), rule number 2 was also unintentionally broken when we were on the way home inside a moving train! 

And so, in the evening, when the hubby and I are spent for the day and are just too eager to lay our backs flat on the bed, this cute little “Mogwai” transformed into a Gremlin!!!

 

And you can just imagine what transpired through the night.

Ah the joys and challenges of parenthood. :)