The challenge

One of my first entry in this blog was about my goal to get back to my pre-pregnancy weight. 9 months after that entry, here I am still far away from my target and actually much heavier. Konti lang (Just a little bit more), I'll be back to my post-maternity leave weight, wherein I went back to work wearing my mom's work clothes because my own won't fit me.

So here I am again attempting the same. But this time, more seriously (I hope). I am back to my "semi" southbeach diet. I tried this diet 6 years ago. And it really worked for me. I was thinner than ever, plus, my tummy really got smaller. I had to buy new clothes because I already looked stupid in my "big" old clothes. That was how effective it was for me. Part of the reason why it worked was my mom joined me in my diet. So the food we were eating strictly follows the southbeach rules. And she lost a lot of weight too.

Now, the challenge is my mom is not into the diet. I have to fight the urge to eat if she cooks food w/ carbs. I've been trying endlessly for the past months. But was unsuccessful for failure to resist the good food around the house. You see, my mom's a good cook. And w/ my EQ in dieting very low, kasama ko yatang nai-ire ang EQ ko nung nanganak ako (my EQ in dieting went out of my system when I gave birth), I end up loosing the urge to stick to it.

But then again, I aspire to fit in my pre-pregnancy pants. Nevermind my tops, they're not uso na naman (in trend). I want to buy new tops on my birthday, 2 1/2 months from now. I'll be sad if I end up buying larger sizes. And I have weddings to attend. I wanna go there looking nice and feeling good of myself. Wish me luck! This weekend, with the dining out and all, will be crucial. So help me God.


One fine day...

The kid loves messing with our pillows. He piles them onto the floor and lie down on them. But one day, we saw him like this :

TJ: this is the life, man!
smile for the camera =)

The Gymboree Experience

On the exact day that my toddler turned two, we went to Gymboree Alabang to have a trial/preview class. Us parents were on leave that day, to celebrate the kiddo's birthday. Since we were meaning to try this Play & Learn class, I called a few days before to check if we can have a trial. And we're lucky that one of the schedule of the level 5 class (for 22-28 month old kids) falls on a Wednesday, the day of his birthday. Perfect indeed. And the time could never be much perfect. 4pm. The kid should have been done with his afternoon nap.

Sorry no pics of the actual class. Just around the play area when the class was done and he was just fooling around.

So how did TJ fared? He was "pasaway" (not listening at times). Hahaha. Well, the play and learn class wasn't really designed to be classroom style. If your kid roams around the area during the class, the teacher would call him and ask him to join. But they wouldn't force your kid to really join if he doesn't want to. Which is what we were looking for because we're definitely sure that TJ won't listen at times. There are certain parts of the class where he was attentive, especially the bubbles and the maracas part.

After the class, we enrolled him right away for 4 sessions. It is quite pricey... no, make that really pricey. But even if our pockets were objecting, we enrolled him and hope that it would do him good. But we opted for the Saturday 1pm class, as I am a working mom and can only accompany him on weekends. The downside of the schedule is that 1pm is the kid's sleeping time. On our first official class, we almost didn't finish it as the kid's cranky already. So on his 2nd and 3rd class, we had to wake him up really early in the morning so that he will be sleepy and take a nap by 10am. And leave the house by 12noon+. Another downside of the schedule is that it is administered by a different teacher. We prefer the Wednesday class's teacher as she has a better flow and she makes sure that there's not a dull moment-- music is infused all through out the session. We were expecting it to be that way come Saturday. But it was quite different. It's kinda monotonous. No offense to the Saturday teacher. But we prefer Wednesday.

If you enroll the kid in the classes, the kid can have unlimited play during the day of the class if he is enrolled on a once a week session. (Unlimited play all throughout the week if he's enrolled in a 2x a week session.) The thing is, the kid can only play when there's no ongoing class. There are just certain times during the day when the gym area is free. So we weren't able to maximize it that much unless we come back again to avail of his unlimited play.

All in all, Gymboree is still worth it. The kid gets to play in a padded playground. And in fairness, every week, my son's participation "level" increases/improves. So that alone makes it worth it. But the schedule is not working for us. The 1pm schedule is a struggle. That makes our session this coming Saturday, our last, maybe until TJ can enroll in the Level 6. But we will be visiting the gym still. We still have 6 more gymplay coupons to consume, which we can use at any branch! =)


Wanted: Sleep Time

Gone are the days when I can just bum around and do nothing. Wake up late on a Saturday, eat, sleep, wake up again, watch the Iron Chef by 730pm. Before I know it, it's dinner time already.

Now my regular Saturdays, if I'm lucky, starts at 8am. If it's the other way around, I get up at 630am. You read it right. 630am on a Saturday! Geesh, can't the mom get some sleep on a non-work day? Yup, the mom. The mom has to get up when the kid is up. Weekend is grandma's "day-off", as much as possible. So I have to take charge. It's pretty hard to entertain a terrible two when my senses are still asleep, my back longing to touch the bed. But that's a mom's life. Well, for this mom, that is.

I hope I get to have that long sleeping time once again.. Maybe when TJ goes to school, and I'll be out on a sick leave (even if I'm a-ok!) and just sleep the whole day. =)

A jazz lodges a transcript below a defensive hello.


It's been two years...

... since I first held this tiny, scrawny 5 point something pounds baby boy in my arms. Yes he was so tiny then, even excited relatives were somewhat scared to hold him, fearing that they might squish him.

I would remember going to the nursery every 3 hours to breastfeed him.
I remember wanting to curse every resident or nurse that checks up on me on my room and asking "nagpupoo ka na ba mommy?". I always fight the urged to say "Duh! Don't you know how painful that area is that I wouldn't dare try?".
I remember how I wanted to go back to the hospital on our 2nd night at home. I didn't know how to pacify his crying then. And with me sleep-deprived and every one in the house off to dreamland, just felt so helpless.

And I remember my uneventful delivery experience. My OB asked me to drink a laxative the night before and just go to the hospital at 8am and have myself admitted, with or without contractions. Every resident that checks on me at the labor room asks the same question "Mommy, may contractions ba?, Nagwater bag broke ba?" and I would say no. And I think they were trying their best not to make me go home, also because my OB insists that I'll be giving birth soon. The only highlight of that morning was the lady beside me in the labor room. I did not see her though, I only heard her. She was being scolded by the residents (in a nice way of course) because she continues to sleep and refuses to push. It was her 4th baby, if I remember it correctly. It was her 4th yet the residents were frustrated that she wouldn't cooperate. One of the residents even told her, "nandito ka lang ba para matulog?". She ended up delivering via CS. Anyway, back to me, by 12 noon, the laxative I drank the night before paid off. I was having regular contractions. TJ was out and about at 9:09p.m. (the laxative was yucky by the way. thick thick really thick castor oil in orange flavor, much thicker than a cooking oil--times 10 thicker, which I had to gobble up so that I'll poop and poop and eventually trigger my contractions).
Now, he's 2. Not a baby anymore. A very active, curious, exploring toddler. Full of tricks up his sleeve. Drives me crazy most of the time. Tests my patience to the highest level, and I admit being impatient many times. But hey, a kiss and a warm hug makes it all worthwhile.
Here is a summary of his first year...

L-R 1st row : at his baptism; 2 months, 4 months

bottom row: 1st time at his walker; after a trip to tagaytay; pulling santa's beard at the mall =P

Fast forward to the present, this tiny boy is not so tiny anymore. In fact he looks big for his age. He is now 2. But he looks 4 (I think you'll agree). hehehe... Must be my mom's genes.