Happy November 16, honey!!

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November 16 has always been so special to me and my husband simply because---it's our anniversary!!  Today, we are celebrating our seventeenth year of being committed to each other, and our fifth year as a wedded couple.  This year, as my pasabog, I made a special video composed of our wedding photos which had stories to tell behind it.   It took me just three days to finish this thing.  I did it last month, October 13 to be exact and finished on October 16--a month before the big day.  I wanted to surprise him by posting it on my FB account on the day of our anniversary, and of course, tagging him.  But for whatever reason, on the night of October 16 and exactly one month before the big day, he opened the laptop I was using (the laptop that he never touched for months and I almost own) and found my secret.  Needless to say, he found my hardwork, watched it up to the credits, went to bed (I was already sleeping by that time), shook me a little (to wake me up), and gave the most nakakainis smile.  My eyes were half-open and it almost popped out when I saw the beaming laptop.  All he said was:  Thank you, hon.  I love you, too.

Our (small) family's write up

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The Kimpo clan will be having again a reunion this January of 2011 and as a part of that grand get-together, souvenir programs will be distributed.  Hubby paid for a whole page ad and I was given the task to write a little something about the three of us, plus the layout.  Here's a sneak peek of what our page will look like:

 

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The Mother Love Connection Effect

Isn't amazing how mothers can be awaken from a deep slumber by the slightest move her child makes, while  the horrible loud sound of the drilling machine just few meters away from her room cannot even move her?  How, by just a simple lullaby, she can put her child to sleep. How, by just holding her little treasure's tiny hand, the child is convinced that the dentist in a white coat is a friend.  How, by just kissing her tot's slightly wounded knee, she manages to take away the pain. That's how unbelievable mother-child connection can be.  But this does not zero-in to "physical" connection, for there are also ways on how we can connect to our children even if we are not physically by their side.

My latest read talks about connecting to our children in any way, and the benefits it brings. It says:

When you are feeling stressed, a simple phone call from a loved one

can be as good as a hug.  In a new US sudy, a group of girls aged

from seven to 12 years had to make a speech and solve math problems

in front of a panel of strangers, which sent their levels of cortisol - a 

hormone associated with stress- soaring.  Immediately afterwards, a

third were comforted by Mum in person, a third received a phone call 

from Mum, while the remaining girls watched an "emotion-neutral" video.

The children who interacted with their mothers, whether in person or over

the phone, had almost the same hormonal response.  Namely, their levels

 of oxytocin (often called the "love hormone") rose significantly, and

their raised cortisol levels dipped back to normal.

Article source:  Reader's Digest Asia October 2010 issue
Image source:  Google Images

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Wearing My Hubby's Shirt Is Bad For Me

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Last night, I chose to wear my husband's shirt as my sleepwear.  He's about to hand it down to someone and I stopped him because when I felt it, it's so thin already due to years of use and that's exactly what I wanted for a "dress down" night (my husband does not like the idea of me wearing lousy sleepwear).  He was already asleep when I stepped out of the shower, which is a good thing, so he won't be able to see me wearing the lousy, old shirt.

When I woke up this morning, he had the sweetest words for me-- okay naman pala yung t-shirt sa yo e, hindi malaki tingnan.  Which for me translates to:  hindi naman pala gano kalaki tingnan yung t-shirt sa 'yo kasi malaki ka rin naman.  Okay, yung malaki means mataba. 

I gave him the face, and he knew he said something wrong.  Maybe it was really nothing for him.  He meant no harm.  Maybe since it's still early in the morning, his still snoring mind was not able to process the fact that girls (ladies) do not like to be noticed of their figure, unless it is something that spells s-e-x-y.   But if it is something that spells f-a-t,  oh no, here comes WW3!

So, wearing his shirt is not a good idea at all even if it is the most comfy shirt I have ever worn.  And because of that honest comment, I am having a hard time concentrating on my work today.  ;(

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Things Inside My Mommy Bag

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Forgive me, but I cannot help but do a follow-up post, because I also cannot help but notice some mommies or ate's carry such a putok na putok mommy bag.  Before I proceed, when I say ate, I refer to baby caregivers.  I am having a hard time calling my baby's caregiver yaya and I am much more comfortable with ate, so let it be please.

My little man is already 17 months old.  He started going out with us when he was still two to three months old.  During those fragile times, I also would bring tons of baby needs with me.  I stuff it all to my poor mommy bag, which I must say did a great job of accommodating them all.  I brought with me five feeding bottles with water, milk container, tons of bibs, mittens and booties, cap, extra clothing, baby blanket to keep him warm inside the mall, changing mat, three to four diapers, wet and dry tissue, and an alcohol.  Did I forget anything? These things, even if tiny, can cause terrible back pain once they decide to group themselves in the mommy bag.  And often times, I end up not using majority of what I brought.  So I learned my lesson and did what I had to do:  bring only the stuff that the baby needs.  How did I do it? I memorized by heart his poop and feeding sched, plus I considered the number of hours we will be out of the house.  I also calculated how many clothes he will be needing in the given amount of time outside our home.  Given that equation, I learned the exact number of things he will be needing and so, I was able to trim them down.

Now that he is already a bit bigger and is very active, my mommy bag is getting lighter and lighter.  Since he is already given solids, feeding bottle is reduced to two. We also go out after he pooped so there's no need to bring tons of diapers anymore.  I also do not bring him that much extra clothing, but since he terribly enjoys walking and sometimes gets really sweaty despite in an airconditioned mall, there are some extras always ready in the car.  Bibs are now transformed into face towels with fine fabric and that should always be present, along with wet and dry tissue, and alcohol.  Booties, mittens, caps, and blankets are obviously not needed anymore.  Even our stoller is not needed anymore, thank God!

I hope other mommies like me were also able to trim down the baby stuff they carry along so they can fully enjoy the baby and the shopping without the hassle of a fat mommy bag and a back pain.

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Lotsa love,

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