Daddy Moments

A late post for :

Happy Father's Day to all the wonderful fathers ...

What makes Bea's Papa special? Here's HIS story ...

My husband agreed to be a house husband after our daughter was born for about 2 years . It was a decision he had to make for our daughter. He was brave enough to swallow his pride and ego for her.

When I was pregnant, he quit his job and started a small business. During my pregnancy until I gave birth, the business was just barely doing okay. It was not as successful as we expected it to be. I was supposed to be the one staying home, but when Bea was 2 months old, I was offered a job, one with a better position and a better salary. We had to be practical, but at the same time, we couldn't entrust my daughter to anyone else. We both decided that I go back to work and he give up the business and be Bea' s daddynanny!

In our society, men staying at home were frowned upon. My husband had to deal with that and at the same time he had to deal with his own insecurities. Even if I say it was okay 'coz he has a job -- to take care of our princess ...  he still felt bad for not bringing in some money in our family. Yet he was able to cope with it and did a pretty good job. 

My daughter grew up well ... she was never sick ... she only went to the doctor for her vaccines. The Obsessive Compulsiveness of my husband came in handy .... 

His patience finally paid of after 2 years when he was given an opportunity to start his own business. This time it was something that he really likes -- motorcycles!! And thankfully for 2 years now his motorcycle shop is doing well. ( I guess ... hehehe)

So thankful for the sacrifice he did for us ... I don't mind that my daughter's first word was actually "papa" ....

here are my treasures ...

MM: Love You Papa

I haven't had time to write something for 

for quite sometime ... 

I've been a bit busy but I'm glad to be back!

Here's my share for this week ...

My daughter can't write letters yet, 

but if she could , 

I think she'd make a note like this:

plain and simple but extremely sweet!

That is how I would describe my daughter and my husband's relationship

PLAIN 

SIMPLE 

SWEET

I'm super amazed that my daughter got a lot of her habits 

(even the quite annoying ones) from her father. 

They're so similar .... oh well, I guess that's why I love them both, plain and simple!

Happy Birthday Ate Wil!

This is for my sister, Wilma. I'm so happy to know that she reads my blogs. I know she's my number 1 fan. What she doesn't is that I'm her number 1 fan, too.

I think she's about 15 years older than me. I won't go deeper on the details 'coz that would reveal her exact age and so as mine. 

We haven't really spent too much time together because she had to go the US when I was 9. We had few memories together, too few that I could even use my fingers to count them, but all will be treasured forever.

• I was there when she graduated. I was 6 or maybe 7 years old. I think we ate at a Chinese restaurant called Star Cafe (It's family tradition --- birthdays, graduations or any other special day ~ it has to be Star Cafe). That time, I didn't know what graduation meant. I just had to go to the crowded Burgos Gym of SLU and wait for my sister's name to be called. 

• After passing her exams, my sister had to work in Manila. For me, that meant waiting and expecting Goldilocks cakes (brazodemercedes) and sweets (pulvoron) every time she comes back to Baguio.

• She came home one day and she had bandages all over her nose. Worried and concerned little me asked her what happened and she said she had an accident! Now, older and wiser me knows the truth! (your secret is safe with me ... heheheh)

• When she had to migrate to the US, I was so excited because that was my first time to go to Manila, stay at a hotel, go to SM Megamall, go to the airport, and visit Nayong Filipino. Later, I realized that her leaving the country meant I wouldn't be seeing her for years.

• She had a vacation when I was in the 6th grade. I felt kinda cool in school 'coz I had a troll whose eyes lit up when you push its belly button and I was the only one who had a big bulky colorful Trapper Keeper!

• She got married in the US (without us) and she came home when I was in college with my then li'l cute niece, Michelle. It's strange but I can't remember a lot about that vacation except that she was so patient with Michelle. When the li'l miss cried out loud, my sister would put her on the stroller and push it around the garage/garden until she stops or falls asleep!

• She came back to have a church wedding, with a bit bigger and much more talkative Michelle and her husband, Kuya Jun. It was during this vacation that she met my then boyfriend, now husband, Chard. She was the first person in my family to meet him. The dinner we had with her will always be a much treasured memory of me and my husband. 

• The next time I saw her was the saddest event of our lives. It was when our father died. I was the one who broke the news to her. My husband and I were the ones who fetched her from the airport. On our way home, she told me she's glad I turned out all right. She said that she can't believe I'm all grown up with a  husband and with a daughter. She said, in her memory, I will always be that li'l 9 year old she left years ago. 

She may not have been there while I was growing but she has always been a sister to me ...

Happy Birthday ate Wil! I wish you'd win the lotto so that you could come home and build a house here and then we'd be neighbors!

After 20+ years ... I'm spilling it all out ...

 This article is in response to Mama Kat' s Writer's Workshop 

I'm going for 

Prompt# 4 You stole WHAT!?! Spill it!

My sister, Ayyen, is 13 years older than me. I think she disliked me because she could have been the youngest had I not been born. So I ... uuummmm ...  kinda .... sort of ....  disliked her, too.  When I was growing I was always  envious of her stuff. Well,  I was in elementary and she was in college, so she had more access to "cool" stuff and  she also had this special ability of turning felt papers into really artistic letters and shapes. I wanted everything she has (I think ... ).   

She had this Garfield stationery that I really liked. As far as I can remember it looked like this:

And it's bigger than usual stationeries that time. I believe I asked it from her but she said, "NO!" So I stole it. At first,  I was so nervous I'd get caught, but when no one asked nor scolded me, I felt like the ultimate high-skilled thief. I showed it off at school and I ended up selling it to a classmate (hehehe). Now, I realized she might have known it all along but didn't question me. (Why???)

But now after 20+ years ... 

I'm confessing ....

(to my sister ....  if you're reading this, 
which I hope you would 'coz I'm posting its link on  your FB wall!!!)

I'm sorry I stole your Garfield stationery.

I'm sorry I stole some of your crisp 5, 10 and 20 peso bills.
(oopppss, was that yours or Ate Wilma's?????)

I'm sorry I might have stolen other stuff from you but I can't really remember.

I'm sorry I might have done other bad things ... worse than just stealing your stuff.

I'm sorry I'm 20+ years too late ...