Twelve

A journey through love and life…

Ah Love It! Saturday, December 5, 2009

Filed under: The Saga That Is My Life, You Should Try It! — Chell @ 8:57 am
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Since the day HP launched its mini series I have wanted one for myself, and now, I’ve got one! Woot! woot! woot!

 

hp mini picture

 

As you know, HP refuses to call this a netbook, and why not, it functions in the same way your regular PC does, with a little compromise in screen resolution and hard drive capacity (and other things my HP-addled brain forgot to process). It’s got a regular size keypad! The computer is personal again! Weh. Nuff said.

 

hp mini picture

 

All I have to do now, is buy a cover and a girly girly laptop bag! Gotta go peeps!

 

 

 

The Best Fifty Pesos I Ever Spent Friday, December 4, 2009

 

The goal for buying the ridiculously overpriced balloon was for the little kid to have visual stimulation and to encourage him to initiate his own movements. A structured play that I should have introduced right after he turned four (months), but it wasn’t exactly easy finding helium-filled balloons. So, I chose a different play with a different tool for the same purpose never knowing that I didn’t even have to look anymore and the creepy balloon would find its way on my doorstep. (What are the chances, huh?).

 

spiderman image

 

Yep, I didn’t like its poorly imitated unfriendly face one bit and would not have gotten it except I was left with choices like powerpuff girls and minnie mouse and I would much rather Neyo become rowdy than for him to show preferences in female-oriented toys, wouldn’t you?

 

Anyway, when I saw the little kid’s face lit up as he grabbed the string from my outstretched arm, I thought it had cost me nothing but 50.00Php to see him smile and squeal in delight as the balloon bobbed up and down with his still jerky tug.

 

structured play,balloons

Spidey grew on my mom

 

Isn’t it strange how something you previously thought of as expensive could suddenly become cheap when you see your little one smile?

 

I don’t know about you, but fifty pesos is definitely cheap for my kiddo’s smile.

 

 

 

Start ‘Em Young Friday, November 27, 2009

Filed under: Ne-Yo, You Should Try It! — Chell @ 5:57 pm
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A friend of mine started a conversation in our online forum which gave me an idea on how best to prepare for Neyo’s future. Well, maybe not the best, but it’s a start.

 

See, the husband and I had planned on getting this insurance that’ll give our zero-year old baby tons of benefits as soon as he graduates from high school long before we’re married. But the recession happened and a lot of insurance companies folded, and it’s probably not a wise decision to not get an insurance, but c’mon, can you blame us?

 

So as I was saying, I decided to open a savings account for the the little kid after learning that month-old babies can already have their own bank savings. [How was I supposed to know? "Bank-savings-account" was a foreign word to me until I was 21!].

 

Anyway, Banco De Oro’s Junior Savers Club offers savings account for children zero age to twelve. And here are the requirements if you feel like opening one for your kiddo.

 

          * 1×1 picture of your kid. Something like this will do :

Photobucket     cropped image of my squirt

 

* 1 x 1 picture of mom or dad.

(I’m sure you’d rather not see my picture here, so we’ll skip that part).

 

* Birth certificate of the child

 

* 2 valid IDs of mom or dad

 

 

The initial deposit required is 500Php which is also the maintaining balance. Kids seven years above will have a special discount/ATM card for initial deposit of 2, 000Php. Zero to six years old only gets a passbook regardless.

 

The account will be ITF (In trust for), under the parent’s name until the child turns seven, and the interest rate per annum is .625% per 2, 000 deposit.

 

Doesn’t this just excite you? Your baby getting his own savings account :)

 

 

 

When Does It End? Wednesday, November 25, 2009

 

When I was pregnant with Neyo, I’d look dagger at anyone who’d dare use their cellphones near me. [Like you can't see I'm pregnant?!]. I hated everyone who kept me on the phone when I shouldn’t be using it in the first place. I’d even turn it off when I’d have to carry my bag near my tummy.

 

I subscribed to every site that provided guidance on having a safe pregnancy and rigged myself with books I couldn’t even finish. I listened intently to stories and advice of women who have been pregnant before me. I scanned the Internet like crazy for information on every little ”odd” thing in my megalo-paranoid mind, that I was experiencing.

 

I cursed myself for accidental near-contact with radiation-emitting equipment and spent sleepless nights worrying if Neyo was OK inside. I frowned at people who walked as if they couldn’t care less if they bumped into my big tummy and agonized needlessly if Neyo somehow felt the blow and was in pain for the times these people actually crashed onto my belly. And yes, I even hated myself for inadvertent jolts I caused myself. Where was he jarred? — could be his head; could be his back, his butt, his arms.. It never ends.

 

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Oh, you’d think it would end once he’s born and I saw with my two eyes how he was perfectly formed. But no, a few weeks after the hospital discharge, I spent terrifying moments wondering why he wasn’t making eye contact yet. And when I received the Newborn Screen Test result that said he was G6PD deficient, my hypochondriac self imagined all sorts of bone-chilling hemorrhagic possibilities Neyo’s pedia had to call me several times to placate and assure me that what I thought might happen will never happen. She probably did it too to get the husband who was constantly dropping by the hospital unannounced off her back. I got over it.

 

And now, I don’t see the little kid gaining enough weight and length. Although records show that he did, it wasn’t consistent with his previous weight and length gain. I have absolutely no idea what’s going on…

 

And then there’s his incessant drooling that well-meaning sites have warned is a sign of weak jaw muscles that could spell speech delay. I could tell myself their definition of excessive drooling may be different from mine and hold on to that for sanity, but I’ve been hearing Neyo babbling unintelligible words for so long it’s easy to believe he’ll be speaking gibberish forever. But four-month old babies aren’t supposed to talk yet, right? or are they? I can just see myself forever holding my breath here…

 

So, seriously, when does it end?

 

 

 

At Four Months… Thursday, November 19, 2009

 

Last 14th, we celebrated Neyo’s 4th month birthday. Yep, he’s four months already, can you believe it? Ya, well I can’t believe I still have dangling quaggy flesh at the bottom of my stomach after FOUR months!

 

 

PhotobucketIt’s my birthday, I’ll cry if I want to

 

So, aside from non-stop dribbling of saliva, my little kiddo truly has learned how to interact socially and is slowly becoming a social being with his smiles, squeals and laughters :D

 

At four months, Neyo …
* smiles back when he’s smiled to
* laughs out loud a lot
* grasps and bats at objects
* likes to squeal and babble a lot
* can hold his head up without support
* can raise himself up with his arms while lying on his stomach
* can return to lying position after rolling on his front

 

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* can sit supported in a couch
* can stand on his feet for full two to five minutes supported
* has learned the concept of object permanence (cause and effect, and memory)

 > looks expectantly at the AC and waits for it to hum when mom grabs the remote and points it to the AC.

> looks at the switch when mom says “lights off/on” and the room is flooded with darkness/light.

 

 

PhotobucketWatch me mom, I’m sure I can do it too

 

 

* responds to sounds in his environment.

> A piece of tinkling metal as it falls on the floor.

> A tractor starting noisily outside with the construction of the road.

 

* answers to his name
* falls asleep on his own (and goes back to sleep on his own!)
* shows preferences in music

 

 

PhotobucketWait, I think this sounds better dad

 

 

* is more active and boisterous than ever

 

 

I think I have them all down pat now. I’ll just leave you with a photo of D Day.

 

 

PhotobucketHappy birthday sweetie!

 

 

 

Still Trying To Get It Together Tuesday, November 17, 2009

Filed under: Life's Musings, Ne-Yo, The Saga That Is My Life — Chell @ 5:42 pm
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It’s hard to believe that I was earning what I was earning before that I could look at a merchandise and say “it’s cheap”, or plan to buy Neyo his own child bed complete with little tables and closet and all the bedroom trimmings without breaking the bank and without even reaching half of my entire bi-month salary when I can’t even begin to think where to get the 10% of the price of the same merchandise now that I’m out of a job.

 

I resigned armed with a lot of business inspirations and positive attitude that I could earn the same salary that I was making at the end of this month. Sadly, I’m still halfway from finishing partially unfinished business venture. I am dismally discouraged that I am not reaching the goals I have set for myself.

 

NO, I do not regret that I resigned from my dream job. I regret that I did not resign sooner. I should’ve resigned after I have given birth and never came back. I regret that I left Neyo with strangers so I could go to the office and work. I regret that I did not see him for the many hours I spent in the office away from him. Those, I regret.

 

But I really have to start training myself not to lose sight of my targets. The telecommuting job I am doing right now to stay afloat isn’t one of them and I should not forget that. Only, that’s pretty hard to do everytime I see Neyo. He had distracted me with his smiles not just once but many a times. I cannot recall how many times I have stood and left my table and what I’m doing so I could carry him and play with him. I tell you, ignoring him just isn’t easy :)

 

I just hope I can write some good news next time…

 

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Incidentally, a colleague called me yesterday inviting me for a business opportunity. Oh I thought she was going to propose a business venture (I was thinking of a business deal I have with another friend of mine and “the more the merrier” just popped up in my mind). She wouldn’t say what kind of business and I let it slide because, heck, she’s a friend. But she mentioned the address where we’re supposed to meet. I googled 26th floor Trafalgar Plaza to find out the name of the company and I’m just surprised to find out that so many people have been getting calls these days from “professional sounding” people inviting them for this “job opportunity”. I won’t say it’s a scam guys, but I’m just (totally!) done with MLM (multi-level marketing). It’s not a bad thing really. I learned a lot from that experience, and dreamt a lot too. Maybe I didn’t do half the work involve but that just only proves the fact that sales is not one of my strongest suit.

 

Just thought you’d be interested to know, in case you receive the same call too.

 

Ciao!

 

 

 

Finding Ne-Yo… Monday, November 16, 2009

 

One of the reasons why I had wanted to resign from work was because I knew that my instructions were not being followed strictly at home and that the only way I can be sure that Ne-Yo’s surroundings were what I wanted it to be is to be there myself.

 

Call me stiff or strict, whatever, but I’m not putting my college education to waste. I mean, I even studied Developmental Psychology in graduate school, for heavens! If I couldn’t use it in my job, where else would I use it?! My son better benefit from all the stiff necks I got copying my classmates’ work ruminating psychological theories.

 

Imagine my outrage then when I came home unexpectedly one day to find Ne-yo watching the idiot box with the help and the nanny. And as if that wasn’t enough, they were letting him watch Tagalog romance movies! I might — and I’m using the word loosely here– have reacted differently had I found Ne-Yo watching National Geographic or some such programme. But no, I didn’t.

 

So when one day we turned the TV on and his eyes glued right onto it, I knew I have had enough. Look, he knows how to watch already!

 

 

PhotobucketPicture? Later dad. I’m busy

 

 

So I set to work to get the little kid right back on fitting brain stimulation. I just don’t know if all our structured play compensated for it all. At least he now knows that his hands are connected to his body and that he can do things with them. Look how this play boosted his confidence:

 

 

PhotobucketI have the power to make things move!

 

 

Whatever. It is not the end result [destination] after all, that counts. It’s the journey. And being a fulltime mom, I’m just loving everything :)

 

 

 

First Sickness: The Common Cold Friday, November 13, 2009

 

This should have been posted a month ago.

 

Anyway I thought babies aren’t supposed to get cold viruses yet because they’re supposed to be immune to them still, and when you factor in the fact that the little kid was breast-fed, it seems doubly odd that he should get it at three months. But clearly, I was wrong.

 

Poor little kid sported red teary eyes for almost a week I was already willing to have my good arm hack in exchange for a peaceful unobstructed breathing for him. And then my nasal aspirator wasn’t doing what it’s made to do! So, I suctioned the mucus with my own mouth (yes, the things mothers do… are just yucky sometimes, hehe) until I had gotten hold of a real nasal aspirator.

 

 

PhotobucketI love you, Pigeon!

 

 

But where and from whom did the little kid got the virus, you ask?

 

 

Photobucket Daddy has to don a makeshift-mask because he wants to carry me

 

 

And that reminds me to get door locks so I could change the main door’s lock next time.

 

 

 

 

 

English? Maybe Not… Wednesday, November 4, 2009

 

So this is going to be about hang-ups of middle class people like me, so you’re welcome to leave if you’re just tired of hitting reads about people’s gripes in this life blah blah or blogs whose authors like to talk about themselves like there’s never gonna be tomorrow.

 

All righty then, I was just wondering whether I made a mistake in telling my househelp to speak in English whenever she talks to the little kid. Last night I heard her say “Where’s your baybs [beybs]?” She meant “bib” of course. But how’s the little kid gonna know that? I was worried about the little kid picking up wrong pronunciations and now it seems that it was perfectly reasonable to have trivial worries like that. This is the first time that my househelp has been in Manila, she came four months ago and she came with a Visayan accent. Not to belittle or humiliate in any way our friends from the Visayan Islands but you see, I am an English teacher — or at least, was, and I refuse to have my son speaking bad English.

 

And this is where the “hang-ups” part comes in. You see, I want the little kid to learn English from the cradle and so I had planned on imposing that everyone speaks in English (whether or not they’re talking to the little kid) when they are within the little kid’s hearing, the very moment he comes out of the hospital’s nursery. Kinda like “English zone”, so to speak. But anyway, since we stayed at my in-laws immediately after our hospital discharge, I couldn’t  foist rules like that. Not, when we’re not even in our own house. And so I had been lax the first month that we have been staying there, but the minute we arrived home, I morphed into this insanely prudent prudish mom whose vocabulary consisted of “yes, sir”, “yes, ma’am”, “please” and who insisted on speaking in straight English to the little kid.

 

But kind sir, I do not think that I’m doing the country dishonor. I do simply want my child to grow up globally competitive. OK OK, so maybe I am, but the thing is, I learned a lifetime ago from developmental psychologists’ point of view, that a child may have speech delays, obviously brought about by confusion,  if spoken to in different languages. But hey, I’m ditching “delay” right staright in the bin in favor of “developing great capacity to master languages”, or so recent studies claim if a child was exposed to many languages. These studies though do not discount speech delays, so I guess it’s a choice, eh?

 

And that’s why I asked everybody to speak English when speaking to the little kid. But while the little kid’s nanny can speak basic, simple, passable English, the help cannot. [And that's why it's totally impossible to ask everyone in the house to speak English ONLY whether they're talking to the little kid or not!]. But with the “baybs” incident, I don’t know, I might as well feed the little kid to selective mutism phobics.

 

What say you?

 

 

 

A Quick Post Thursday, October 22, 2009

Filed under: Life's Musings, The Saga That Is My Life — Chell @ 1:49 pm
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I feel guilty whenever I think of the time when I would lose my patience over my nephew, Jezren who was just about four or five then, forgetting a lesson I have just taught him the day before. I couldn’t believe he had such a low memory and interest in studies.

 

Now, he’s been chosen (he won!), across all level, to be the representative of his school, St. Louis University Baguio, to compete in a quiz bee, district level.

 

He’s proven me wrong now and again. Proud of you, nong!