LC Reads To His Friends

I saw LC “reading” Eric Carle’s The Very Hungry Caterpillar to his stuffed friends.

Pictures can’t capture how amusingly cute it was, so I told him I’ll take a video of them “reading” together (and maybe I could decipher his alien language someday).

Conscious much! 😉

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How To Wear Shorts

LC has learned to put on his sandals with two adhesive straps correctly way before he turned two.  Now, for the past weeks, he’s learning how to wear shorts all on his own.  He gets it right sometimes, but a lot of practice is still needed.

Here’s our very simple reminders for him on how to wear shorts, or “horts” as he says it:

Step 1. Right foot.

Step 2. Left foot.

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Potty Chronicles

“It’s when shit hits the fan that you get to know your real strength.”

A friend recently posted that as her Facebook status. With potty training in mind, I couldn’t agree more.

For the record, we don’t have anything that gross yet (Thank you Lord! Please keep it that way 🙂 ). So far, here are 2 of the most “memorable” incidents we’ve had:

2. LC has been in bare bottoms for 4 hours. And for 4 hours, he hasn’t peed or pooped even with insistent coaxing to the potty. I suddenly thought of letting him wear briefs. Grave mistake! No sooner had I put it on him, he finally gave me 4 hours worth of pee and poop in his brief!

1. I was washing cooking utensils in the sink and waiting for the pot on the stove to boil. Then I saw LC, with bare bottoms, running to me… Leaving a trail of mini turds behind him!!! :O Dish washing, cooking and turds in the midst. Magnificent!

Potty training is a test of strength for the icky stuff. For me it truly is. So I sincerely pray that the worst is NOT to come.

 

Prayer Before Meals

In response to MyMommyology‘s latest post and to my dear sister’s long-standing request since I posted LC’s mealtime prayer, here is our little guy with our prayer before meals.

Sorry for my clumsy amateur hands.  Will try harder getting a better video. Will post when I already have one.

Transcription:  God is great.  Thank you for the food.  Amen.  (Makes the Sign of the Cross) Amen.

There’s supposed to be a ‘God is good’ at the start.  He already memorized the short prayer at 22 months.  Now after 4 months, he made it even shorter.  Oh well… And it’s not a spontaneous prayer but…  Still cute if I may say! 🙂

Mama’s Little Helper – Kaalalay sa Sinampay

Another domestic activity which I enjoy doing with our little boy is getting dry clothes from the clothes’ line. One or two at a time, I fold the clothes in two and hand them down to LC. He then carries them inside the house and puts them on the sofa. We do this repeatedly until all clothes are in.

It takes a while to get all clothes in the house but, it doesn’t matter. This is one very productive activity for BOTH of us. 🙂

Yesterday after all the clothes were finally on the sofa for sorting and folding, he hang around and continued to help me. One by one he pulled the socks off the sipit. Here’s a picture of him in action. The photo’s very low res. You could hardly make out what he’s really doing, but I’m posting it still for documentation and reminder for me…

We need to work on his pincer grasp!

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My It’s-Not-All-Be-All Breastfeeding Mantra

“Welcome to the Milk Mama Diaries Carnival (February). For this month, we focus on back to basics. Participants will share advices – either the best breastfeeding advice they received OR/AND the best breastfeeding advice they can give to new moms. Please scroll down to the end of the post to see the list of carnival entries.”

This may sound like an anti-breastfeeding slogan, but truth be told, this has become my breastfeeding mantra: “Breastfeeding is not the end all, be all of motherhood.”

I have nursed LC for 2 years, 2 months and counting. It wasn’t a great start. We spent only two and a half days in the hospital since I labored. Hubby and I were all on our own with a newborn from then on. We don’t have a yaya, a helper, a nurse, a relative or anyone else with us. No one came over to help us with anything. Not one soul. Not even once. Breastfeeding newborn LC, who turned out to be a comfort nurser and a snacker, was then a gargantuan challenge for me. An undertaking which I have to struggle and cry buckets over with my fresh caesarean stitch, house chores and the monstrous post-partum blues. But thank God we were able to get through! We’ve been exclusively breastfeeding from two months onwards.

Such was the triumph I felt that I believed moms who were not able to exclusively breastfeed, or not at all, simply did not try hard enough. I was, at that point, one of those snotty and insensitive breastfeeding “advocates.” If I learned that a friend and fellow mom is mixed-feeding or having a hard time breastfeeding, I’d gun her down in my mind and barrage her with insistence to make more effort and to nurse directly as often as she could.

Then I came to an out-pouring from those moms. I was opened to the reality on how they fought and why they were not able to

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