What’s Your Working Mom Path?

If you’re a Mom thinking about pursuing a business of your own, here’s an infographic that can help with your planning. Taking care of the family and being on top of your career can be done! Go go go, Mommy!

What's your working mom path?
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Do I miss the WAHM life? You bet I do. At this stage in my life though, I’m still on the “Not yet!” purple button. (Are you willing to pursue your own business full-time?) I’d like to be able to work from home within the next five years. Maybe I’ll find a way to work in the office several times a week, then home the rest of the time. (Universe, can you hear me?)

What about you? What’s your working Mom path like?

Kimy Playstix Adventure Zone: Great for increasing your kids’ attention span!

When you’ve got a super active 3-year-old, 10 minutes of sitting still is a much needed respite — for Mommy. Haha :D Even if my son is watching Toy Story or Kung Fu Panda, he runs around re-enacting scenes with his toys. I’ve been looking for ways to increase his attention span. We’ve achieved this with reading and Lego, but even more activities would be great. When I got a Kimy Playstix Pack surprise two weekends ago, I was thrilled!

Thanks #nestle! What was left from last week's Kimy Swirl surprise :)

Yummy yummy! First thing: these Nestle Kimy ice cream products are 100% free of artificial coloring and only use the recommended amount of sugar. I tried both the chocolate and strawberry ones — both were just the right level of sweetness for me. But wait, here’s what I really liked about the Kimy Swirl.

Strawberry Kimy Swirl. Was gone in a minute.

Check out the stick! It’s a “Playstix”. Instead of the usual wooden popsicle holder, each Kimy Swirl or Kimy Lava is served on this stick which you can collect to create lots of fun stuff. Which leads me back to my concern about lengthening my son’s attention span.

Timmy works the sticks from the Kimy Swirl pack.

You can put the Playstix together to form various objects. The see-saw base came with my pack (thanks Nestle!), and Timmy had a blast putting the sticks together! If you want to get a bunch of Playstix separate from the popsicles, go get a Kimy Playstix Pack. (Sorry guys, I forgot to take a pic of the box. Ms. Eggplant has a pic of it though!) Each pack comes with 2 Kimy Swirls, 3 Kimi Lavas and 10 Playstix. Since we had 2 packs, Timmy had a total of 20 Playstix plus the Playstix from the Kimy ice cream my sisters and I ate.

Voila! Stick art by Timmy.

The first time Timmy had the Playstix, he was glued to it for almost half an hour. 20 to 30 minutes just quietly putting stuff together while his imagination soared. Voila! Here’s Timmy’s Kimy Adventure Playstix creation.

We’ve played with the Playstix several times. I’d disassemble the toy and Timmy would come up another new creation. It’s a lot of fun. Thanks Nestle!

Learn more about New Kimy Playstix at their Facebook page: https://www.facebook.com/kimyphilippines.

Do you have tips and trips for increasing your child’s attention span? Please share!

Recovery Food: Comfort food that hits the spot

Recovery Food. Is it a restaurant you go to for hangovers? Will their dishes help de-stress me? My husband and I have passed by this restaurant several times and the name always intrigued us. After I saw one of my friends post a pic of their tapa dish on Instagram, we just had to try it! Here’s what we loved about our Recovery Food experience:

Recovery Food Menu. Recovery Food.

Good comfort food you can get 24/7. Recovery Food serves a variety of dishes that are sure to make you feel fuzzy wuzzy good. It’s awesome that it’s open all hours of the day! I now know where to get my comfort food when I work overtime.

Tapa De Morning. Recovery Food.

The waiter recommended their Tapa de Morning. That’s their home made tapa served with a fried or scrambled egg, ensalada and your choice of organic rice (white or brown). I got this with a sunny side up and brown rice. It was delicious! If you like your tapa on the sweet side, this is definitely for you.

Servings come in two sizes: a small bowl or the Full Recovery bowl. The pic above shows the smaller serving. It was just right for me.

Happy Beef Rice. Recovery Food.

My husband got their Happy Beef Rice in Full Recovery serving. This is their tender beef rice topping with Recovery Food’s special beef rice, which can also be taken brown or white. It was so yummy! I’m ordering this next time.

The choice to have brown rice. My health-conscious husband was so happy he could have his brown rice fix while enjoying classic comfort food. Points to RF for that!

Calamansi juice. Recovery Food.

Calamansi juice yumminess. Their calamansi juice was so refreshing! We ended up ordering two bottles of this. We practically glugged down the first bottle. It was the perfect drink for a warm evening.

Outside looking in. Recovery Food.

Outdoor seating. It was a full house when we got to RF, and we were majorly hungry. They offer seats right outside the restaurant. We faced the kitchen where we could see their cooks hustling and bustling about. It was cool getting to see how our beef dishes were being prepared.

We’re definitely returning. We already know what to order too! My husband wants to order their Amadobo (Old fashioned adobo with organic adobo rice). I want to try their ginataan dessert. Now we know that if you’re nursing a hangover, looking for a place to de-stress, or simply want good food, Recovery Food’s the place to go to!

Visit Recovery Food at:
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/recoveryfood
Twitter: @RecoveryFood
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Blog Inspired: Learning about blogging with purpose

Blogging is a journey we should all enjoy. That’s one of the things I shared with fellow women at last month’s workshop called “Blog Inspired: Blog with Purpose.” It was a workshop aimed to help women learn more about blogging purposively. Some questions we aimed to answer were: How do I find my voice? Where do I begin? Why am I blogging? What do I want to achieve with my blog? These are points of reflection you can totally answer on your own by going through various resources online. Sometimes though it helps to have a community with you to answer those queries. In our case, it was a half-day workshop with around 35 women, all eager to learn about how to blog with purpose. It was amazing and a great learning experience.

So psyched I am here and giving a talk! Mtg so many awesome ladies too! #bloginspired

Breakfast of bloggers! At #bloginspired Choose your name tag! @dainty_mom  checks attendance at #bloginspired
Breakfast for bloggers. Choose your name tag. Martine at the registration table.

I was a speaker at Blog Inspired. It was a great honor, especially since I was working alongside 3 wonderful women — Martine of Dainty Mom, Michelle of Beyond the Silver and Gold, and Jamie of Optimommy. We started brainstorming on this workshop in October 2012. To have the workshop come to fruition this April 2013 was nothing short of amazing.

Speakers at Blog Inspired

Blog Inspired speakers Jamie Gatbonton, Martine de Luna, Michelle Padrelanan and Toni Tiu
Image from Dainty Mom

@optimommy speaking at #bloginspiredJamie took us through several powerful exercises. One of my favorites was the Life Purpose Exercise, inspired by Arnold M. Patent, the author of You Can Have It All. This exercise aimed to help clarify one’s purpose, mission and values. Understanding your life’s purpose can help you define what you want your blog to stand for. Mine went:

“My purpose is using my love for storytelling and eagerness to help, to connect and inspire women, men, mothers and families as we all freely express ourselves and pursue the best of everydays in joyfulness, serenity and genuine camaraderie.”

After that exercise, I realized how far my blog is from living out that purpose and that the same time how close I was because I had resources at hand but haven’t had time to blog about them. This purpose I had define for my blog is now my guiding light when I think of topics to write about.

Here’s the thing about writing your life purpose: It evolves, just as you evolve. Who knows, maybe this year I begin being passionate about a particular cause and make that my blog’s purpose instead. Maybe I’ll be more focused on marriage topics (after all, this blog is called “wife”ly steps…). Maybe not. For now though, I know that I feel my mission is what I’ve written above. It’d be great to revisit it perhaps in six months.

Good Morning!

My talk was about the Blogging Journey. In a nutshell, there are three questions that can help you get started on your journey: (1) “Where am I?” (2) “Where do I want to be?” and (3) “How do I get there?”.

Where am I? is looking for what anchors you. Are there any themes in your life you think would make a good foundation for your blog? My foundation for Wifely Steps back in October 2003 when I first started this was to help newlyweds adjust to married life. I was a newlywed then and wanted to share my experiences with whoever would listen. I blogged about the first Sinigang I cooked, cooking and cleaning tips I learned in our first home etc. That was my anchor then. It’s been 10 years since and I’ve been blogging about motherhood. Finding your anchor is a great way to begin your blog. Just be open to evolving — because that’s how life is! :)

Where do I want to be? is about defining what your vision is for your blog. Do you want to be an advocate? A credible resource? An expert? It can be as bold as “I want to be the #1 travel blog in South East Asia” or as service-oriented as “I want to be the go-to resource for natural parenting.” It’s your vision — be as bold as you want. It helps to know what the destination is, yes? It could also be your own measure for your blog success if you’d like to look at it that way.

How do I get there? is your journey. It is putting together posts with the theme and the thrust you’ve previously defined. So write stories. Record moments. Capture images. Share anecdotes. Impart lessons learned. Interview folks. Publish recipes. Pass on advice. All anchored by your theme, all going towards the destination you have in mind.

Some parting words from my talk: Your blog is a living document. It changes. It evolves. It is a chronicle of your life’s journey. It’s the learning experiences and the surprising changes that make life interesting. Go blog about them! You’re not the only one who’ll be learning from your own life’s experiences. You’ll be surprised you’ll be helping inspire others too.

Michelle Padrelanan talks about her blogging journey at #bloginspiredMichelle talked about her journey as a blogging homeschooling Mom. She also touched on a lesson that resonated with everyone at the workshop — Don’t prioritize earning, prioritize inspiration. There is no harm in trying out monetized blogging. I’ve tried that and engage in that from time to time, especially if it’s for a brand I believe in. Some folks blog solely for money — nothing wrong with that as well. One of the lessons shared during the workshop though was that to get to that kind of success, you’ll have to sharpen some tools and learn a few basics to get that leverage. Best of all, it helps if you begin by blogging with inspiration as your motivation (even your currency!). If we look at the established and much pursued blogs in the local blogosphere, a lot of them have been around a long time. A lot of them also didn’t start with paid posts as a destination or a measure of their blog’s success. They built credibility over time. They gained a huge following over many years. Because of that dedication, it’s recognized and acknowledged not only by their followers and fellow bloggers but by clients and advertisers. These credible bloggers are now key opinion leaders. So yup, earning from your blog will come in time. For now, prioritize inspiration. I’d also like to add: Prioritize substance. Great content is what will make readers come back again and again. Great substance is how you can help grow and inspire your blogging community.

Martine @dainty_mom shares her blog brand board. Inspiring!!One of my favorite parts of Martine’s talk was how she put her Blog Brand Board together. Think of it as a vision board, with elements of how you’d like your blog to look pasted on it. From theme to content, this Blog Brand Board is a creative and inspiring way to help structure your blog. I loved how her Blog Brand Board looked. It totally made me so itchy to get started on my own! Martine also gave us practical tips on bringing your blogging voice to life. From how to compose your posts (title in beginning to call to action in the end) to how you can write posts (pictures, current events, anecdotes, etc.), she tied up my, Jamie and Michelle’s talks all together in one “nice, dainty and pink figurative ribbon”, as she aptly put it. Martine is one of my all-time favorite bloggers. She is definitely a role model not just to bloggers but to women. I am amazed at how she has been inspring and better even, moving women to go after their dreams of becoming WAHMS, becoming better writers, becoming better bloggers. I tip my (figurative not-so-pink) hat to you, dearest, dearest Martine.

Finally met @pyxxie0703 at #bloginspiredOne of the highlights of the workshop was meeting a long-time blog pal, Faye of Chronicles of Maia. This is one of the best things I love about blogging — finding folks you genuinely connect with. I’m very much an introvert and find it hard to strike conversations in person. Blogging has allowed me to connect with many folks through reading and writing, and I’ve developed many good friendships through blogging. Faye and I have been corresponding for awhile now. Our children even became “sticker pals” for a short while (they’d send each other stickers over snail mail). It was really awesome finally getting to meet Faye in person. Our initial meeting wasn’t awkward at all since we’ve developed that kinship over many years. So while I was meeting Faye for the first time, I felt I was meeting an old friend.

Our #bloginspired participants and speakers. It was a really awesome morning!

Thank you to everyone who joined our little workshop. Thank you for being part of a little mission we have — to help others be blog-inspired. Aside from blogging with a purpose though, I think a great takeaway that day was that blogging is a journey best shared with kindred souls. As Martine shared, it’s a journey best shared with sisters.

Spot your name! :) #bloginspired

We hope to give this workshop again soon. It was a wonderful learning experience not just for the attendees but for us speakers too. We learned a lot from the stories everyone shared. It was wonderfully, supremely, inspiring indeed.

To know more about Blog Inspired, feel free to leave a comment below or email us at the.dainty.mom@gmail.com.

Sacred simplicity

What’s a chore you love to hate? If I could hire someone to organize our closet, I’d totally go for that. Putting freshly cleaned laundry back in the closet is a chore I don’t look forward to. The act of having to put them back into piles inside our closet brings out the best procrastinator in me. It’s not like I hate laundry. I just dislike our super messy closet.

However, there are times when turning chaos into calm is the way to go. Recently, I’ve been learning that fixing fresh laundry calms me down.

Drying Up
(c) Mikko Luntiala c/o Flickr

Maybe the mechanical coordination from laundry bag to closet cubicles and its repetitive movements puts me in robot mode, and later on, in zen mode. It’s as if nothing exists but me, the laundry, and the messy closet that begins to make sense when whites are with whites, shirts are with shirts, and there are no pressed jeans between fluffy towels, or mismatched socks stuffed in the underwear drawer.

Fixing laundry. It’s a chore I love to hate, but when I’m in the zone, I love it. The resistance is strong, but it’s actually one of the more peaceful activities I have at home. Husband and kid know not to bug me when I’m fixing the laundry otherwise a mountain of shirts and shorts will come a-tumbling when they open the closet door.

There’s a sacred simplicity in fixing the laundry. It’s through putting clean sheets back in the closet that I’m encouraged (ok, semi-forced) to fix the messy closet. Who doesn’t feel good when more floor space appears and when you discover the cute black shirt you thought had gotten lost in laundromat oblivion? (Voila, I found my missing top squashed under two bags of laundry).

It’s a weekly fight. Our closet gets messed up on a weekly basis, with Sunday night as the last, last night for me to get into the fix-it zone, otherwise we’d have to deal with an even messier closet for the new week. Then again, once I’m in the zen zone, I feel more peaceful, calm and sometimes, even ready to attack the messy bathroom (but that’s another story).

What chore do you love to hate? What chore do you actually enjoy? Do any of your household chores bring you a certain kind of calm? Share your stories!

Mondays are the hardest

Yesterday morning's clouds. Got a little freaked out by it. Give me my giant cotton candy cumulus clouds please.

It’s been two months since I returned to full-time work. There are times when it’s easy to get out of bed, say goodbye to my sleeping boy and be one with the morning rush. There are times when it’s immensely difficult, when I’m already at my desk and I just want to burst into tears. Mondays are the hardest.

A lot of my friends and former colleagues who are aware of my journey from WAHM to full-time corporate Mom have been asking me how I’m finding the transition. My answers have ranged from “Really good!” to “Really difficult!” I guess it depends on what day you’re asking me. Or what time of the day.

I will be honest and tell you this — it’s more difficult than I thought it would be, but the difficulty just pushes me to work even harder.

There are a number of things I am already missing given that I’m working full-time. Accompanying my son to school. Singing him to sleep, as I’ve been coming home later and later each week. Fudge, I might even miss enrolment and delegate the task to someone else. These are the things that break my heart.

But I have it easy.

I am thankful that I get to spend two full days with my son before the dreaded Monday. I am thankful that he jumps into my arms when I come home late at night and he’s still awake. I am thankful that we’re able to save more for his future. I am thankful that he’s surrounded everyday by overflowing love from family. I am thankful he is happy and safe, and healthy and loved.

I am thankful I see him everyday, but I aim for him to see more of me.

I am thankful he is exploring school now, but I wish to be more involved.

It’s not easy, but there’s always a way for what you want to happen.

My heart breaks every Monday morning, but my heart grows stronger as I resolve to be a better parent everyday. IT’s tough to do that when you’re away for most of the day. I don’t have the answers. I don’t have the solutions. What I have is the support of my husband and family, the love and belief my son has in me. This is my fuel.

*****

Timmy was spinning around last night in the bedroom. He spun faster and faster, pausing once in a while to catch his step, stumble a bit, but then regain his balance and spin again.

With each spin he became braver, pushing his arms out wider, wider, wider, until he was spinning faster, faster, in much bigger circles than when he first started.

He giggled as he lost his balance, and in his dizzy state found his way to me before stumbling into my arms, laughing his heart out.

He could have chosen the bed to fall into. He could have chosen to just lay on the floor and sort his whirling world out. But he spun and spun until he found me, and when he did, zoomed into my arms to be caught.

“Mamamee,” he giggled as he looked up at me with a slight dizziness, but with joy full throttle.

“I’m here, little boy,” I giggled back, scooping him up in my arms and giving him a big hug and a kiss.

*****

Little does he know that when I spin, spin, spin during a work day, it is he who I remember to regain focus. It is he who catches me, when dizziness begins to claim my mind. It is my son who scoops me up and pacifies me, assuring me things will be alright.

The road back to full-time work is difficult but not impossible to tread. You just need that spark of focus to keep you going, going, going. Especially on Mondays. Mondays are the hardest.

Have you experienced going from full-time Mom to part-time or full-time working Mom? Share your struggles and triumphs. Let’s support and learn from each other!

Finally Timmy-isms (stories of a late talker)

Upon coming home from work late at night, I scoop up 3-year-old Timmy and bring him to the bedroom for a round of play.

Me: “Hello Timmy!!!!! I missed you so much! Where’s your Mommy?!”
Timmy: “Offs.” (Office)
Me: “What?! I’m here na! Where’s your Mommy?”
Timmy: “Hom.” (Home)

(Guess I’ve been coming home too late, eh?)

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Timmy and I are playing with a flashlight. I get an idea to play dentist.

Me: “Timmy! Shine the light in my mouth so you can see my teeth!” (opens mouth WIDE open)
Timmy: (shines the flashlight in my mouth, grins, then points at me) “HIPPO!”

*****

After dinner. My husband is asking me to prepare dessert. Timmy is seated on the couch between us, quietly playing with his toys.

Husband: “Wifey, I want dessert.”
Me: “Okay, what do you like — fruits or ice cream?”
H: (silence)
Me: “Fruits or ice cream?”
H: (silence)
Me: “Dad, fruits or ice cream?”
H: (silence)
Me: “FRUITS OR ICE CREAM?!”
Timmy: “IM!!!” (Ice cream!!!)

*****

Finally, Timmy-isms.

My son’s a late talker. He didn’t start talking until this year, shortly before he turned 3 1/2 years old. His late speech development was a source of concern for me last year, especially since he’s to start going to school this coming June. Last year it was all babbles and gestures. The only full word he could say and mean was “Go.”

“He’ll catch up, don’t worry,” my husband assured me. He was a late talker himself, having started talking at the age of 4. “It’s genetic.” This was a big reason why I was not super worried about my son’s speech lag.

The funny thing is, I wasn’t all that worried either until folks began saying “Maybe he should see someone…”

Gut feel dictated that there’s nothing wrong with our son, but we went with the tests anyway. What if we were wrong? So we did see people.

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The Rug Pull

The Rug Pull: When you’re thrown off your feet unexpectedly because the rug was pulled out from under you forcibly, suddenly. This is often met with a thump of the butt on the floor with a “Holy crap, that hurt!” or you’re also knocked out of your senses, feeling like you hit your noggin as well with Tweety birds dancing around your head.

I’ve been experiencing a lot of those Rug Pull moments with my son. He’d do something that would make me go “Holy crap, this kid is growing up so fast!” while at the same time making me see Tweety birds. Sometimes I’d want to burst out in tears because he’s not a baby anymore, while at the same time I feel so proud that he’s becoming more and more empowered. Either way I still want to cry.

Rug Pull Moment #1: The Midnight Snack
He was seated on his high chair, munching on some cookies. He would dunk his cookies in a bowl of milk, feed himself, then reach for his cup of water when thirsty. I sat quietly beside him, watching my son feast on his midnight snack on his own without help from me. When he finished his meal, he looked at me and said “Done!” All I did was help him down from his high chair, which soon will be no longer high at all.

When I was watching him eat with such precision — back straight, hands expertly breaking off cookies without getting his fingers too deep in milk — I was in awe. I felt the world freeze and saw only my son moving, only my son growing up second by second before my eyes.

Rug Pull Moment #2: The ID Picture
Timmy starts school this June, and part of his enrolment requirements is a 1X1 ID picture. “Oh no, how are we going to make him sit still for a minute in a studio, let alone bring him into a studio?!” This was his first time to have his picture taken professionally. Bright lights, a single stool in the middle of the room, a stranger with a camera — I was already anticipating a tantrum or a least twenty minutes of resistance before he felt comfortable with the alien environment.

His photo shoot lasted all of 3 minutes.

He sat on the stool by himself, smiled wonderfully for the camera, and when he was done bounced off the seat and into my arms, ready for his next adventure.

I still had Tweety birds flying around my head as we walked out the studio.

Rug Pull Moment #3: The Party Host
We joined a neighborhood Easter Egg hunt yesterday. Before the hunt, all the kids were gathered in a gazebo while the party host shouted rules and reminders over a microphone. It was hot, crowded and quite noisy. My son usually cries in loud places. He doesn’t like loud clapping, loud singing and loud voices over microphones.

It was different yesterday. He was fine with all the kinds around him, even reaching out to one of the neighborhood kids to hold hands. When the party host shouted “ARE YOU READY?!?!”, I looked at my son quickly to see if he would cry at the loud voice. His eyes were wide open. When the host shouted again “ARE YOU READY?!?”, I looked at my son and asked him, “Are you ready?” He looked at me, a little unsure but a tad excited, and said, “Yesh.”

The barricades were brought down, the kids began to run, and so did my son as we went looking for eggs hidden in the bushes. Yesh, he was ready. Yesh, he was happy. Yesh, he was uncertain about the loud crowd but there was none of the usual tears, tantrums or hands clasped over his ears.

The rug was pulled out suddenly from under me again, and this time Easter eggs joined Tweety birds as they partied around my noggin.


Green grass below our feet. Helps cushion rug pulls, I believe.

He’s only 3, so I expect tons more rug pulls all the way till I’m old and grey. They may leave me breathless, but they also make me feel so happy for my growing boy. So bring on the surprises, bring on the rug pulls. I’ll be partying along with the Tweety birds dancing ’round my noggin.

Ready to be Blog Inspired?

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It’s a blessing to be part of this awesome opportunity to share the love of blogging with other women. To be giving this talk along with such super bloggers like Martine, Jayme and Michelle is an honor. :)

Head over to Martine’s www.daintymom.com for more information. We look forward to seeing you there!

Raising a happy reader (Part 2)

Giselle brought up an interesting point on raising happy readers. Her comment goes, “…while having books around is good, I think it is just as important for them to see their parents read (and enjoy reading).”

Spot on, Giselle! While we did grow up in a home full of books, what was key in developing our love for reading was seeing our parents enjoy reading themselves. A room full of readers tickles my heart, perhaps because it brings back memories of reading together as a family back in my childhood. It’s a practice we’ve carried on for Timmy.

Great-grandma reading news. Me reading Library Confidential. Timmy reading The Book That Eats People. Reading is fun!

That’s me reading Library Confidential, Timmy reading The Book That Eats People, and his great-grandmother Maymee reading the newspaper. Seeing other folks seated and reading encourages him to do the same. It’s an awesome 10 to 15 minute respite from running around.

My sister P pointed out that while we love to read, we’ve been reading more and more from our e-book readers. This gives Timmy the impression that we’re playing games as he associates tablets with gaming. So while we love our Kindles, it’s still critical that we still read from paper books. We’ve got a whole pile of unread paper books at home, so not only can we demonstrate the love of reading from paper books to Timmy, it also encourages us to catch up on our to-be-read list. Yey for hitting two birds with one stone!

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One evening, I had tucked Timmy in bed. I was telling him a bedtime story and he was drifting off to sleep. In the middle of my storytelling, he suddenly bolted upright. “Book. Angingals. Book.” (Book. Animals. Book.)

I was telling him the story of the little pig and a couple of animals when he suddenly remembered his Noah’s Ark book. He scrambled across the bed, crawled towards our bedside table and grabbed his book.

He began to read. Flip the pages. Laugh every now and then, pointing out the animals and calling them by name. When he was done, he closed the book. He snuggled up against me and drifted off to sleep.

I’ve got a book lover right here.

Crocodile in my bag from Artwine

What’s a cute fuzzy reptile doing in my bag?

Crocodile in my bag

It’s a super cute felt pouch! I saw this on my marquee.ph and fell in love with it!

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Stories I tell my son: This Little Piggy

This little piggy went to the market.
This little piggy went to the moon.
This little piggy went to school.
This little piggy swam in the ocean.
This little piggy played in the forest.
This little piggy flew to the sky.
This little piggy made friends with a fish.
This little piggy went to the jungle.
This little piggy saw a lion. Roar!
This little piggy saw an elephant. (Insert elephant sound here)
This little piggy went to the stars.
This little piggy saw a bird. (Tweet! Tweet!)
This little piggy jumped on the clouds.
This little piggy played the piano.
This little piggy played the drums.
This little piggy sang a song.
This little piggy rode a car.

(Check if the toddler’s eyes are half-closed. If yes, proceed with about 3-5 more lines. If not, keep going!)

That’s how I get my toddler to sleep sometimes. While some folks count sheep, my son listens to the chronicles of a traveling little piggy. Sometimes I run out of things the little piggy does or goes to but a quick look around the room provides inspiration.

This little piggy, uh… (sees a hairbrush), cut his hair.
This little piggy, hmmm… (hears a car horn), got stuck in traffic.
This little piggy, er… (husband walks into room), hugged his Daddy.

The random statements keep going until my own little piggy drifts off to dreamland.

This little piggy went to sleep. Good night, my love!


Source: needlecrafter.com via Ellen on Pinterest

Tokyo Bubble Tea: What we ate, what we loved

Tokyo Bubble Tea has the best Takoyaki I’ve tasted. (Qualifier: I’ve only tasted takoyaki from mall kiosks.) Takoyaki is a popular Japanese snack — a pan-grilled dumpling with diced octopus. Tokyo Bubble Tea’s Takoyaki is slightly crispy on the outside, warm and chewy on the inside. It’s deliciously tasty and addicting.

Takoyaki

One order of 8 pieces is a little under PhP200. It’s worth the price as it’s really delicious.

Takoyaki Balls

I could eat this everyday! While Takoyaki is my all-time favorite dish at Bubble Tea, they serve other delectable dishes too.

Tomato & Basil Spaghetti

This Tomato Basil Spaghetti was so savory and flavorful. This was my 3-year-old’s order. He enjoyed it. This Mom enjoyed it immensely too.

Chicken Teriyaki Doria

Want a twist to Chicken Teriyaki? Get their Chicken Teriyaki Doria. It’s Chicken Teriyaki served on top of cheese and creamy rice. Sinfully yummy.

Gooey cheese and rice!
Look at that gooey cheese!

My lunch at Bubble Tea
Perfect with my Peach Tea with bubbles.

We were so full so we got bubble tea to go. Yummy.

Bubble Tea from Bubble Tea

Learn more about Tokyo Bubble Tea on their Facebook page. You can also check their About page out to get a list of branches. Don’t forget to order their Takoyaki when you go visit! Meanwhile, if you’re curious about how to make Takoyaki at home, check out this recipe video:

Raising a happy reader

Want to raise a happy reader? Place books in every room of your home.

My sisters and I grew up in a home full of books. Books weren’t confined to bookshelves, though I’m sure my Mama would have preferred that to prevent clutter! There were books on bedside tables. On the coffee table. Crammed into drawers (of all rooms). In the garage. In the bathroom. There were books in every room. Since each family member has completely different taste from the other, the spectrum of reading at home was wide and colorful. Our home was a bookworm’s haven.

The omnipresence of books at home was key to raising book lovers. I carried that with me raising Timmy. He enjoys reading, so his books and magazines are all over the house!

Books in every room at home have helped us grow a little bookworm.

Once again, books aren’t confined to bookshelves. His books in the above pic have found their home on a dining room bench. He has books in the bedroom. In the den. In the kitchen. In the living room. In the family hall.

The ubiquity of his books at home have been really key to getting him to engage in reading well. There’s always some sort of reading material within arm’s reach. Once he was looking for something to read in the living room and reached for an O magazine instead of his books. Yey for widening his world of reading!

Reading time
Book bins in the play area

Lolo
Reading with Nonno

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Pre-breakfast reading

What's behind the flaps?
Bedtime reading

Reading time.
Book Clutter – the only clutter allowed at home!

Feeling loving
Before a day out

His love for reading has gone beyond the home. We always carry a book or two in our bags when we go out, so there’s always something for our little bookworm.

Timmy reads
While waiting for his lunch order

Comic book reader at 2
At the mall

Traffic-causing tot. Timmy grabbed a book from the shelf, plopped down on the floor, then started reading, oblivious to the crowd around him. (Manila Int'l Book Fair)
Traffic-causing tot. He grabbed a book from the shelf, plopped down on the floor, then started reading, oblivious to the crowd around him. Taken at the Manila Book Fair.

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At a bookstore

Encourage reading at home by having books within sight at all times. Before you know it, you’ll be raising a home full of happy bookworms.

C’mon and share! Did you grow up in a home full of books? How did you develop your love for reading?

Keeping kids safe (Bubble wrap not included)

When you become a Mom, you begin looking at the world through a magnifying glass. What ingredients are in this jar of baby food? Has this toy been disinfected? Does my baby’s laundry soap leave residue on his clothes? I’m pretty much relaxed when I take care of myself, but when it comes to my son I become super picky, super careful. When Timmy was an infant, I recall thinking that if I could just wrap him in bubble wrap I would.

Baby in bubble wrap
(Image by Jamie h)

Instead of protecting him with bubble wrap, I protected him by reading up on the best things I can nurture him with. The most nurturing kind of safety was the name of the game. I devoured books like What to Expect: The First Year, I subscribed to newsletters from various baby sites, looking forward to weekly news and tips. I wrote to my Mommy friends and asked for advice, reading their replies over and over once they hit my inbox. I read up on Mommy blogs and noted their product recommendations. There was no such thing as information overload. Reading was one of the best ways for me to understand which products and activities I would progress with for my son. Reading was my way of bubble-wrapping.

What I’m realizing now is that I’m becoming less picky as Timmy grows up, enabling him to explore more minus the super tight Mommy reins. However, there are a couple of items I don’t compromise on. One of them is his drinking water. I’m still very careful that way, and I’m glad that there are brands like Wilkins Distilled that are committed to providing the safest drinking water. Safe drinking water is one of my non-negotiables. It’s bubble wrap.

What are your non-negotiables as a Mother? What are the things you don’t compromise on for your kids? Tell fellow Moms your story and it could become the inspiration for a short film.

Here are some guidelines for submission: (a) Story should be 400 words or less, (b) Topic is on how you give your family the best love and care (e.g. the challenges, sacrifices and choices you’ve made), (c) Can be written in English, Tagalog or Taglish, (d) Only mothers aged 18 and above can submit their stories, (e) Submit your story at www.smartparenting.com.ph/wilkins (or click on the image above). 5 stories will be chosen for publication in Smart Parenting magazine and 1 story will be turned into a 10-minute short film aired on TV.

Sharing your story with the world isn’t your only prize! Writers of the 5 selected stories for publishing will each receive Php5,000 cash and Php5,000 gift certificates for Wilkins products. The grand winner will receive Php10,000 cash and P5,000 gift certificates for Wilkins products.

Let’s learn from one another. We can’t keep our kids in bubble wrap, but learning from fellow Moms can also help protect them. You know my story. I’d love to hear yours!

*Some talking points suggested by sponsors but story and opinions written are mine.

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