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.


Who Are You Following?

Who Are You Following?

 My last memory of Fiesta ng Quiapo was back in college. From my campus to the bus station going home I need to pass Quiapo church. And since I was new in Manila, I didn’t know this whole Quiapo celebration so I was stuck in a long traffic that took like forever to move and forced me to walk from Quezon Blvd up to Jones Bridge down to Lawton.  From then on, I made sure to always remember that January 9th is Quiapo Day.

I grew up Catholic but I didn’t know why the Black Nazarene runs up devotees. Today as I see thousands and thousands of advocates that seems to multiply each year, I perceive an incredible display of faith from people in almost all walks of life. It’s unbelievable how legions of its followers are geared up to brave all kinds of obstacles just to get near the statue and believe that just the mere touch of it brings restoration and healing to their lives.

This is like the story in the bible where Jesus feeds the five thousand (John 6:2).

The only difference is that, in the bible, the great crowd of people followed Jesus and not a statue. With due respect to the followers of Black Nazarene, growing up, I also lined up for the image of Sto Nino to kiss its feet and wipe my hanky on it. I didn’t have a clear understanding on what was that for but I just followed what my Dad was doing who was a devotee of Sto Nino himself.

 I didn’t give much thought about it until I began to wonder about the people who go to church but just stay outside talking with friends or meeting up with boyfriends or girlfriends while the priest is doing his homily. I would assume that those are the same people who joined catholic processions and kiss an image. And so I thought that Catholicism is a label that a person believes in God but not necessarily follows Him. What these people follow is the tradition that they were born into and not Jesus himself.

Following Jesus is not easy. It is in fact the hardest thing to do especially now where deception thrives in this world we live in. People can easily be lured by others to believe this and that and that’s exactly my point. Don’t let yourself be a follower of something you don’t really know about. Do your own research.  In John 14:6 Jesus answered, “I am the way and the truth and the life. No one comes to the Father except through me. 

You only need Jesus in your life, nothing else and no one else.

Mark 8:34 And calling the crowd to him with his disciples, he said to them, “If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow me. 

Planning is a Statement of Faith

Planning is a Statement of Faith

When a new year starts its almost always inevitable to make plans. You probably organize new career goals, you make arrangements for new adventures for the year, and you prepare the things you want to do with friends or family. Planning therefore is a huge part of life.

As much as I appreciate the value of planning, I am one person who is very adaptable. Meaning if there is a plan and it didn’t push through, I adjust to the change right away. And being adaptable as I am, I don’t make a big fuss not having a plan.

Until I recognize its danger.

The absence of a plan means a waste of time… some really precious time. If I am serious at reaching a particular goal, I have to have a plan or I will just go around in circles reaching nothing.

My husband, who is a natural planner, taught me a lesson (without him knowing) on this. Whenever we will go to an unfamiliar place, he would always Google for directions, look for landmarks, study his options then print the map and hands it over to me. He never wastes his time assuming he knows everything already. For him, everything needs to be planned no matter how small it is.

This morning over breakfast, my son revealed yet another wake up lesson for me. At a very young age, he is already fascinated with maps. I believe he got it after his Daddy. There were always numerous questions in the car when he sees his Daddy looking at the printed maps. So as I was saying, this morning, he was looking at a map;

Isaiah: Mommy, tell me where our house is. (pointing at the map)

Mommy: It’s not there. Why do you want to know?

Isaiah: Because Mommy I want to see if there is a train station near our house.

Mommy: Why?

Isaiah: Because I will ride the train.

Mommy: Huh?!

Isaiah: I will ride the train when I grow up na because I will be a train driver.

Mommy: Ahhh…. I thought you want to be a “Businessman Car-Maker”?

Isaiah: Yes. I want to be a businessman car maker, a policeman, and a train driver.

Really?! This boy will indeed go places. He knows what he wants and I think he’s already planning how to get there.

In the book I am currently reading, Tools for Time Management, it says “Plans like goals are statement of faith. They are your commitment as to what you believe would be pleasing to God.”

I am not a good planner myself but it’s never too late to be better at something especially when you are open for a great change. How about you?

Proverbs 21:5  The plans of the diligent leads to profit as surely as haste leads to poverty.


My Most Wonderful Time of the Year

Today is one of my favorite days of the year as I celebrate my thirty-five years of existence. Each year is different but in all of those years that passed, there is always something sweet and special to be grateful for.

As I look back at my life, I see its imperfections. Born to parents who didn’t have much in life, I was not provided with every good thing other kids have. In grade school, mean girls bullied me and that forever etched my heart. And when I learned to love, a boy broke my heart and a lad crushed my spirit.  One tribulation after another came and scarred my memory. And at one point in my life, I was stuck in the middle of nowhere.

Life can be pretty tough that I asked a lot of whys… But today, as I look at my life again, I learned not only to appreciate but also embrace my beginnings.

If it were not for my parents, I will not grow up valuing the smallest of things. And had I not been bullied in grade school, I will not learn how to lift others up. If it wasn’t of that boy who broke my heart, I will not be in the arms of the man who loves me infinitely. If it wasn’t of that lad who crushed my spirit, I wouldn’t find my way back to my loving Father. People come and people go, but Jesus never leaves me.

My life is a bliss because of what Jesus has done to me.

With the man who always loves & protects.
...then came Isaiah
…then came the sweetest little boy.
...and Daven.
…added with the most charming little baby.
Now we're a complete bunch.
What a wonderful life with amazing boys.

Psalm 7:17 I will give to the Lord the thanks due to his righteousness, and I will sing praise to the name of the Lord, the Most High.



It’s funny how people can be so legalistic because they don’t see anymore the heart of the matter.

You know it’s always the HEART issue. Insecurities hide in the heart. So if the heart is not secure it follows the law but without understanding.

When Uncertainty Strikes

When Uncertainty Strikes

It’s New Year and I want the least variables of what lies ahead.  The left and right expenditures don’t even equal to the cash that’s coming in and I found myself asking ‘how is everything else going to be?’

Suddenly, uncertainty strikes in… and that equates to doubt and worry.

I don’t know why all these uncertainty issues have to introduce itself on the beginning of what could be a wonderful year. And so I ask, should I soak myself up in worries and in the ideas of going nowhere and ending up at nothing at all?


Uncertainty may be very intimidating but it’s also the very sanctuary of hope and of faith. And these two are the only things I choose to absorb.

 I found this on the ‘net today and it speaks loudly to me.

  Thankful that my sweet Lord always has something for me. His promise always strengthens me.

Jeremiah 29:11 For I know the plans I have for you… plans to prosper you and plans to give you hope and a future.