Goodbye Daddy

Goodbye Daddy

Our New Year started differently as 2015 took place. On January 2nd my father-in-law passed away who suffered from complications of his stage 4 prostate cancer.

We are thankful that my husband’s family was able to spend time with him before he finally ‘left’. Days before Christmas Day, his children from abroad came home to celebrate the holidays with him. On New Year’s Eve the whole family checked-in in a hotel in Bonifacio Global City, and shared Daddy’s favorite food in a Japanese restaurant in Bonifacio High Street. The next day, we had a good time over breakfast. Who would have thought that it was his last?

I guess Daddy knew that he’s ‘going home’ already as he passed on peacefully in his sleep. We are grateful that he didn’t have to die struggling and that he will no longer feel the pain.

2015 begun on a sad note for our family but in a way we are relieved knowing that Daddy is now in peace.

There are so much more in this New Year that is worth looking forward to and that is what we focus on. We thank God for the life of Daddy, for the love, the lessons and the legacy that he left all of us with. We are also thankful for all the people who sympathized, visited, prayed and comforted us during the times we are grieving.

2 Corinthians 5:8  We are confident, I say, and would prefer to be away from the body and at home with the Lord. 

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Who’s The Fairest of Them All?

Who’s The Fairest of Them All?

When I was about twelve years old, I remember how I wanted to have fair skin. Fortunately there was this product that offered and claimed to make my skin white. In my hopes to get what I wanted, I tried it but never did it prove its claim. Maybe I was expecting the result to manifest too soon. You know, like an overnight thing? So I stopped using it plus I don’t have my own money to sustain its use.

When I get older, my interest to have white skin came to pass. I overheard someone saying that my morena skin is better than white skin. I guess that was the time that I learned to love my color. Sometimes it makes the big difference when you hear someone say something good about something you don’t know is good at all. It gave me confidence that being morena doesn’t necessarily mean less attractive.

There are women who are naturally faired-skin and they are sure beautiful. They always seem flawless in dark-colored shirts and always look super nice with light-colored hues especially with powder pink dresses.

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But wait, there are also so many women who have brown, tan and morena skin who are equally beautiful. Their poise is beyond beauty that oozes with glamour and style.

Beauty is not in the color of the skin. Therefore buying whitening products will not give you the beauty title.

Beauty will not result from using whitening soap, whitening lotion, whitening cream, whitening pills, and others.

I’m tired seeing all those whitening products in the grocery. It’s tiring how these manufacturers dictate that white or fairer skin is more appealing and attractive. It robs you off your confidence for not having white skin.

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Do yourself a favor and remind yourself that

 Beautiful is YOU. Beauty is in YOU.

So be confident and know that YOU are beautiful.

Song of Solomon 1:5 I am very dark, but lovely, O daughters of Jerusalem, like the tents of Kedar, like the curtains of Solomon.

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Homemade Fun with Dough

Homeschooling is not completely fun without the art lessons. It brings so much fun to my boy and squeezes my creative juice as well.

There are suggested art lessons from the curriculum we’re following but doing something else that is more fun is, of course, a welcome addition.

And since Isaiah loves to sculpt and mold things out of Play Doh, we made our home version of it. It was super easy and my boy loved the whole process.

Getting started.
Putting the colors.
Teaching him how to knead it.
Teaching him how to knead it.
Obviously happy.
One down, three more to go.
I think he's proud of the outcome.
I think he’s proud of the outcome.
Already excited to play with it.
Already excited to play with it.
Different molds ready to be used.
Different molds ready to be used.

Enjoying the fruit of his labor. 🙂

If you want to make your own play dough too, click here and have fun with your kids.

Tell me and I forget. Teach me and I remember. Involve me and I learn.

Benjamin Franklin

 

Learning From Home

Learning From Home

The first time I heard of Homeschooling sounded like, to me, the child has some kind of learning disability.

Oh my goodness, why such a thought?! 

But yeah, later on I realized the benefits of homeschooling a child as I further understand what it is. So Kris and I seriously considered this program for Isaiah. But since Isaiah is very sociable we thought that regular schooling would be better for him so we enrolled him in Montessori.

While regular schooling was fun as he learned together with kids his age, there were some things inevitable for him to copy such as words he never heard from home… if you know what I mean.

So when an opportunity presented itself for Isaiah to be Homeschooled, we grabbed it immediately. It was a little uneasy at first but we enjoyed it as we went along. We are both enjoying it now pitting me as his teacher.

Let me share what we’re up to just last Friday, 17th January 2014:

Our lesson for the week is about Mail. Each day tackles about addressing mail, picking up mail, sorting mail, receiving mail and visiting the Post Office.

Writing a letter for his Lola Celia.
Writing a letter for his Lola Celia.
He sent his Lola his picture with her when we went to Boracay the first time.
Carefully put the letter & the picture inside.
He carefully put the letter & the picture inside.
His Daddy took him to the POst Office to mail it himself after his Kumon class.
His Daddy took him to the Post Office to mail it himself.
He was happy to see the 'mailman'.
He was happy to meet a Postal Worker.
Feeling accomplished.
Feeling accomplished.
His take-home.
His take-home.

His whole week worth of lesson was completed in one fun-filled day.

Homeschooling Program allows him to learn beyond the confinement of a four-walled classroom and most days feel like he’s having a field trip.

Proverbs 22:6 Train up a child in the way he should go; even when he is old he will not depart from it.

 

Hello 2014!

Hello 2014!

We bid 2013 quietly in our hotel room watching fireworks from the villages surrounding Holiday Inn.

We were in the 19F and got a pretty nice view of the metro. Kris and I had wine and cheese and Isaiah had his Ritz biscuits & some Kiwi juice for our Media Noche. While all three of us are in front on the TV waiting for twelve midnight, Daven was sound asleep in the soft, fluffy bed. (If he can only say a thing I think he’d say heavenly.)

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He slept on my lap first before I put him down to bed.
He slept on my lap first before I put him down on the bed.

This was all new for me, who grew up with noises from the fireworks lit in our own yard and a wide variety of food with all the round fruits and all that. Having four siblings add more fun too.

But yeah, having my own family makes all the difference. Creating new tradition comes instantaneous especially with a toddler and a baby.

Isaiah and Daddy were dancing 2013 away while watching Hi5

Isaiah may not remember all the new year’s eve we spent in a hotel but I’m sure he had his own kind of fun every time, and our little Daven is starting to have his as well.

So free roaming around our suit.
So free roaming around our suit.

After watching the fireworks and finish his food, my little boy prayed and went to sleep.

And this baby, still in heaven.

Happy new year everyone.

Our little family is looking forward to a more fun-filled and blessed 2014. We wish the same for all of you too.

Psalm 20:4 May He give you the desire of your heart and make your plans succeed.

Series: Starting Anew, The Final Transition

Series: Starting Anew, The Final Transition

Culinary school is over and I’m on my second trimester. We’ve finally moved in to our new home and the construction of the Hostel business that Kris is managing is nearing its completion… I can’t seem to imagine how we were able to pull through all this just a couple of months back. I remember how I struggled to pack our things when all I want to do is lie down all day and sleep and reasoned out that I have all the right because I’m pregnant. Not to mention that I have to attend to my pre-schooler, go to school and accompany Kris on shopping around for whatever we need for the hostel and for the house. Whoa! Now it’s all coming back to me how I spelled life as B-U-S-Y.

But thank God! He made sure everything will be all right.

Now we are settled and fully adjusted to our new home, which Isaiah loves. We were also able to travel where Isaiah had truly enjoyed his first beach experience.

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We also entertained our families in our new place and had the chance to share with them whatever we learned from school. It was a pleasure serving them both with love and passion (if you know what I mean).

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And oh by the way, I’m also back to meeting the women in my small group every week for inspiring talks and learning.

Kris and I miss our old condo unit where we nested for five sweet years. We miss the neighborhood, the security service, the people and the comfort that it brings.

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But we are more than excited to start anew…. not only a new home with a new addition to the family (we are expecting our second baby by late February) but new experiences and new memories to create.

This is definitely a transition! Thank you Lord that in every season of our lives, You are always there.

Philippians 4:19 And this same God who takes care of me will supply all your needs from his glorious riches, which have been given to us in Christ Jesus.

Something’s Cooking in the Oven

Something’s Cooking in the Oven

Kris and I were in the kitchen lab for our Cooking Method class. As you know this is one of the exciting classes in culinary school. But there I was feeling lousy and at one point wanting to throw up at the smell of chicken roasting in the oven. Another time, in spite of bringing home a good portion of steak and whipped potatoes that we cooked, I still insisted on getting something else to eat for lunch. The problem was I can’t figure out what that ‘something else’ was. So I ended up getting myself some fresh grapes for lunch in a supermarket. I was hinting that maybe I am pregnant but at one thought, maybe it’s only because I’m having my period soon. After trying on several pregnancy test kits at home since December last year, I refused to believe that I am pregnant. You know just to save myself and Kris from frustration and disappointment.

But the desire to put an end to speculations and wonderings prompted me – anyway – to try again another test.

So early in the morning just before I prepare for class, I took the test. My heart was pounding fast, divided into the feelings of excitement and disappointment. But when I saw two red stripes I was overwhelmed with excitement alone. I held the doorknob and swung our bathroom door open that woke Kris up. But I controlled my excitement to play it down a little. I managed to have a blank face when I told him to check the ‘strip’ for me and gave it to him. His face was like he was ready to know that the result was negative. But when he saw it, his smile almost reach his ears at both ends and hugged me really tight.

My first pregnancy wasn’t easy. It was in fact really difficult that I told myself I never wanted to be pregnant again after that. But then again, the joys of mommyhood is incomparable. There’s this part of me that willing to go through all the pains again and experience bliss after.

Thank you Lord for another gift of life.
It is my prayer that this blessing be extended to family, friends and acquaintances whose heart’s desire is to have their own bundle of joy, in Your name, in Your time. Amen.

James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of the heavenly lights, who does not change like shifting shadows.