<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097</id><updated>2012-01-04T16:19:06.958-08:00</updated><category term='birthday celebration'/><category term='articles'/><category term='pictures'/><category term='yaya woes'/><category term='school diaries'/><category term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category term='news'/><category term='site disclosure'/><category term='baby&apos;s gender'/><category term='online shopping'/><category term='medications'/><category term='field trip'/><category term='online treats'/><category term='dneero'/><category term='buwan ng wika'/><category term='greetings'/><category term='summer lessons'/><category term='kuya joshua'/><category term='baby developments'/><category term='school exams'/><category term='immunization'/><category term='cravings'/><category term='birthday'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='milestones'/><category term='boo-boo'/><category term='sibling love'/><category term='blog contest'/><category term='pedia visit'/><category term='birthing experience'/><category term='disclosure policy'/><category term='teething'/><category term='monthly updates'/><category term='baby claire'/><category term='school stories'/><category term='photobook'/><category term='artscow'/><category term='wishlist'/><category term='baby shopping'/><category term='ultrasound result'/><category term='layette'/><category term='school requirements'/><category term='breastfeeding'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='christening'/><category term='food'/><category term='complications'/><category term='field demo'/><category term='preggo diaries'/><category term='prenatal checkup'/><category term='project'/><category term='first birthday'/><title type='text'>My Benison</title><subtitle type='html'>Raise your child. Feed their soul.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3994065839266475221</id><published>2012-01-04T16:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T16:19:06.991-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online treats'/><title type='text'>Coming home soon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Why, hello there.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, I am still very much alive. The holiday has kept me super busy though. Since it is over, we are back to regular programming.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My uncle, an OFW, will come home soon. My siblings and I were talking about giving him a welcome back gift. He is one big NCAA fan. Ticketamerica.com has college seats for very good teams in the NCAA that include the Southern Methodist Mustangs, Southern Miss Golden Eagles and the great St. Bonaventure Bonnies teams. We have an option of buying a &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/southern_methodist_mustangs_tickets.html"&gt;southern methodist mustangs tickets&lt;/a&gt; for 2, a &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/southern_miss_golden_eagles_tickets.html"&gt;southern miss golden tickets&lt;/a&gt; for 2, or &lt;a href="http://www.ticketamerica.com/st_bonaventure_bonnies_tickets.html"&gt;st bonaventure bonnies tickets&lt;/a&gt;. Either way, he would surely be delighted. Can’t wait for him to go home.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3994065839266475221?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3994065839266475221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-home-soon.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3994065839266475221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3994065839266475221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2012/01/coming-home-soon.html' title='Coming home soon'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1861574335671515841</id><published>2011-08-17T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T16:00:00.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-MDT-AO60ukM/TktiAtrLzbI/AAAAAAAAC08/rgXHNa0rwoY/s1600-h/DSC02310%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O5oKXSozgRs/TktiCOsDeoI/AAAAAAAAC1A/qBhMDcVYEJU/DSC02310_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My darling Claire,&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Has it really been a year since your first birthday? Where did all the days go? &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seeing you grow up day by day makes my heart skid with excitement. You are a usual sweet little girl that exudes so much character. One moment you are prim and proper, another you become a loud kid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You adore your Kuya so bad. Amidst the daily fights over toys and space, you still get away with his annoyance with you by hugging him and giving her wet kisses. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Lately, you'd learned to choose your own clothes. It means a daily chaos on your closet. You insist on what you like and you wailed when you didn't get what you want. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You still don't know Dora the Explorer. However, you loved Angelina Ballerina and twirl like her. You also loved to sing and dance like Mickey Mouse and his friends at Mickey Mouse Clubhouse. You also loved to watch the fishy and the ming-ming and the birdy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As you grow each and everyday, we thank God for giving us a blessing as special as you. Happy birthday my little darling. We will forever love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1861574335671515841?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1861574335671515841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1861574335671515841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1861574335671515841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!!!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/-O5oKXSozgRs/TktiCOsDeoI/AAAAAAAAC1A/qBhMDcVYEJU/s72-c/DSC02310_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2712992730288709875</id><published>2011-07-29T21:00:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-29T21:00:29.144-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='articles'/><title type='text'>10 Rules to Keep Kids Active</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Rules of Kids' Fitness&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Parenting has never been easy. Since the beginning of time, men have tried to keep their children safe and healthy. But instead of protecting kids from, say, starvation and predators, like our cavemen ancestors, these days we're up against a modern batch of challenges: obesity and sedentary behavior—two equally formidable enemies. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And since these are fairly new problems, your parents and grandparents might not have all the answers. Well, we don't either. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Follow these 10 rules to keeping your kid active, though, and you'll have a great head start.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="justify"&gt;Rule 1: Don't Rely on Organized Sports&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Just because your kid is in T-ball doesn't mean that he's active enough. A new study in the &lt;em&gt;Archives of Pediatrics &amp;amp; Adolescent Medicine&lt;/em&gt; found that less than 25 percent of student athletes receive the recommended 60 minutes of &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/active-family/articles/How-to-Get-Your-Kids-to-Exercise-at-Any-Age.htm"&gt;daily exercise&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plus, the researchers found that the kids spent about 30 minutes of their practice sessions being completely inactive.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Coaches need to make sure everyone is participating in the game, so some children might have to wait their turns to head onto the field, say the scientists. They suggest that adults should take a more active role in the practice sessions, even if that means monitoring children with a pedometer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;America's fight against childhood obesity starts with parents. Here's an action plan to &lt;a href="http://dad.menshealth.com/big-kids/Fit_Family_Activity_Plan.php?cm_mmc=Active-_-10%20Ways%20Keep%20Your%20Kids%20Healthy%20Fit-_-Article-_-Fit%20Family%20Activity%20Plan"&gt;keep your whole family fit&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="justify"&gt;Rule 2: Keep Play Fun&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Don't worry too much about the rules. &amp;quot;Making a game or activity too rigid is the best way to guarantee that a kid won't want to be active,&amp;quot; says &lt;em&gt;Men's Health&lt;/em&gt; FitsSchools advisor Jim Liston, C.S.C.S. &amp;quot;Your job is to facilitate play, not dictate it.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So if kids stop playing an organized game and start chasing a butterfly, just go with it. &amp;quot;As long as young kids are running, jumping, and having fun, they're &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/active-family/articles/5-Ways-to-Eat-Healthier-as-a-Family.htm"&gt;improving their health&lt;/a&gt; and athletic ability.&amp;quot; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="justify"&gt;Rule 3: Turn off the TV...&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you want your kid to get off the couch once in a while, you have to do the same. Case in point: A 2010 study by British researchers found that 6-year-old girls were nearly 3.5 times more likely to watch more than four hours of television a day if their parents similarly stared at the tube for two to four hours a day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;As for boys, the scientists found that the little guys were about 10 times more likely to watch TV for four hours a day if their parents did as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Luckily, the solution is simple—turn off the tube. But what about &amp;quot;educational TV,&amp;quot; you ask? Fact is, only one out of every eight shows for children are real learning opportunities.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4 align="justify"&gt;Rule 4: ...Unless You're Playing Wii&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We're not saying that your child should start spending more time in the living room than the backyard, but kids can have a good workout by playing certain video games. Recently, the American Heart Association officially stated that Wii Fit Plus and Wii Sports Resort games are legitimate ways to stay active.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And a recent study in the journal &lt;em&gt;Pediatrics&lt;/em&gt; found that kids (aged 10 to 13) who played Dance Dance Revolution had an exercise session that was comparable to walking at a moderate-intensity pace.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;21 Big life &lt;a href="http://dad.menshealth.com/parents/21_big_lessons_from_little_kids.php?cm_mmc=Active-_-10%20Ways%20Keep%20Your%20Kids%20Healthy%20Fit-_-Article-_-21%20Big%20Lessons%20Learned%20From%20Kids"&gt;lessons learned from little kids&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 5: Never Reward Kids With Food&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It's no wonder childhood obesity is so prevalent: &amp;quot;We tell our children to eat healthy, but then we reward their good behavior with junk food,&amp;quot; says Liston. No, there's nothing wrong with an occasional treat. But to consistently reinforce a kid with ice cream and candy for a job well done—such as finishing his homework—delivers the wrong message.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;In fact, you should use caution in rewarding kids with any kind of food, including healthy fare. &amp;quot;This practice can teach them that it's good to eat even when they're not hungry,&amp;quot; explains Liston. Instead, give them another kind of reward—like extra playtime outside.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://dad.menshealth.com/big-kids/Pack_the_perfect_school_lunch.php?cm_mmc=Active-_-10%20Ways%20Keep%20Your%20Kids%20Healthy%20Fit-_-Article-_-Pack%20Perfect%20School%20Lunch"&gt;Pack the perfect school lunch&lt;/a&gt;: Send your children off with the right fuel they need to learn—and play.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 6: Instruct by Showing, Not Telling&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Forget the phrase &amp;quot;Keep your eye on the ball.&amp;quot; Why? Because the first time most a kid hears it, he (or she) has no idea what you're talking about. Instead, show him how to hit a baseball with these 6 steps:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Stand a few feet away and tell your kid to look at the ball. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Move toward him with the ball in your hand while continually instructing him to keep looking at the ball. (This way, he'll learn to track it.) &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;When you approach the strike zone, tell him to slowly try to hit the ball with the bat. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Go back to the starting point, then toss the ball into the strike zone and allow him to swing. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Review what he did well and give him instruction for improvement. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Repeat. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 7: Know When to Praise&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kids aren't stupid. Say your son whiffs at three pitches in a row. The modern parent often says, &amp;quot;Good try.&amp;quot; But that type of hollow praise doesn't console him, or help him the next time he steps up to the plate. &amp;quot;Praise should be specific and authentic, as in, 'Good job juggling the ball 10 times. I see you've been practicing a lot. Your efforts have paid off,' &amp;quot; says Liston. &amp;quot;You should also mix instruction and encouragement when your child makes a mistake.&amp;quot; Look for a teaching point, even on a strikeout. For instance, you might say, &amp;quot;Good eye on that second and third pitch. Keep swinging at pitches like those, and the hits will come.&amp;quot;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Follow the 10 Commandments of Dad and &lt;a href="http://www.menshealth.com/dadcommandments/index.html?cm_mmc=Active-_-10%20Ways%20Keep%20Your%20Kids%20Healthy%20Fit-_-Article-_-10%20Commandments%20of%20Dad"&gt;raise happier, healthier children&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 8: Make a Play Date With Friends&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Remember the days of running around with the neighborhood kids from dawn until dusk? Wasn't that fun? Well, it's also an essential way to keep your kid in shape: UK researchers found that children who have an active, neighborhood playmate are two to three times more likely to be physically active themselves when compared to kids who don't live near a buddy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 9: But Don't Compare Your Kids With Others&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Kids develop the coordination to run, catch, and throw at different rates, says Liston. The trouble is, they're often expected to perform at certain levels based solely on their ages. As a result, a child whose development is slower than average may never have the opportunity to catch up with his peers. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;quot;If a kid tries to catch a baseball on the run before he's able to catch a beach ball while standing still, he won't have the tools he needs to be successful, says Liston. Unfortunately, many parents and coaches think the solution is for the child to try harder, when the real secret is backing up to a simpler task that the kid can improve upon.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h4&gt;Rule 10: Give Them Your Blessing&lt;/h4&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Encouraging your kids to participate in &amp;quot;vigorous&amp;quot; sports—like basketball and soccer—can cause your children to become more active, according to research in the journal &lt;em&gt;Health Psychology&lt;/em&gt;. In the study, kids who received support from their parents were more likely to sign up for team sports (and less likely to spend their time sitting around) than the children who's parents didn't give them a push.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Obvious—and simple, right? Then what are you waiting for?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By Maria Masters and Adam Bornstein   &lt;br /&gt;Men's Health &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Article snagged &lt;a href="http://www.active.com/active-family/articles/10-Rules-to-Keep-Kids-Active.htm?cmp=1747"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2712992730288709875?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2712992730288709875/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-rules-to-keep-kids-active.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2712992730288709875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2712992730288709875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/10-rules-to-keep-kids-active.html' title='10 Rules to Keep Kids Active'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4882128844406598296</id><published>2011-07-27T18:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T18:26:51.675-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaya woes'/><title type='text'>Once is enough, twice is too much, thrice is</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-_kKPbezfV9I/TjC600zLQ2I/AAAAAAAAC00/TY0dKSFZb0k/s1600-h/u26995777%25255B3%25255D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="u26995777" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="174" alt="u26995777" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-n-PhNw__nqo/TjC61xtEgtI/AAAAAAAAC04/tHhXlJXQYKk/u26995777_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="156" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here I go again.. Sorry for reading so much rants for the past few days. I just need to vent out all my frustrations with the yaya we got. As you all know, the yaya we got is staying out of the house. She reports to us at 6 in the morning at goes home usually around 7 or 8 in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Okay, too much introduction. This is the real story. She haven’t stayed with us for a month now and she incurred 3 absences already. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;First. It was a Saturday and she didn’t show up to work. We still didn’t know her contact number so we were left to ask for my cousins rescue as I need to work on that day. Come Monday, she didn’t even informed us why she was absent not until we asked her. Her reason &lt;em&gt;“may sakit po kasi si ate.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Second. Another Satruday. She didn’t show up again so we need to ask my cousin again to stay with us as I need to go to work. Come Monday, we asked here why didn’t she show up and her reason &lt;em&gt;“wala po kasi si ate.”&lt;/em&gt; We even told her to even just advise us if she can’t report to us and her answer is a simple &lt;em&gt;“opo.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My husband then decided to give her my oldest mobile phone so we could contact her if needed.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Third. Yesterday. This time around, I really got mad. She didn’t show up again. We were trying to call her on the mobile phone we gave her but it was turned off. I have no choice but to take a leave from work as my cousin needs to go to school. Come night time, we tried to call her again. The phone is turned on but no one is answering it. We tried to call it for ten times.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Her reason why she didn’t report to work? &lt;em&gt;“May sakit po kasi ako.”&lt;/em&gt; I let the husband talk to her as I might say something bad and she might hurt the kids when we are not around. The husband asked her why the phone was turned off yesterday morning and why she wasn’t answering the phone last night. The answer is silence. I even told my hubby that she might got &lt;em&gt;binat&lt;/em&gt; if she answers the phone. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Goodness! Is she the boss of the household? Do we need to adjust on her schedule and not the other way around? We hired her so we could work. &lt;em&gt;Nauubos na ang leave ko dahil sa kanya!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just have one last straw for her. Once she makes another mistake or she didn’t show up one more time, I have no choice but to fire her. &lt;em&gt;Iawas ko din kaya lahat ng absences nya sa sweldo nya? Hayst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4882128844406598296?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4882128844406598296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-is-enough-twice-is-too-much-thrice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4882128844406598296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4882128844406598296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/once-is-enough-twice-is-too-much-thrice.html' title='Once is enough, twice is too much, thrice is'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-n-PhNw__nqo/TjC61xtEgtI/AAAAAAAAC04/tHhXlJXQYKk/s72-c/u26995777_thumb%25255B1%25255D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4837303932920468281</id><published>2011-07-24T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:58:52.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school requirements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school stories'/><title type='text'>Choice of bag</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we moved in at Muntinlupa, we had no choice but to transfer J to another school. I was in scout for a Montessori school near the area. I insisted to enroll him in a school that teaches the same way where he first studied. So, the choice was shortlisted to SMS.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-dQkPKMW1WVY/Ti47UrZRUSI/AAAAAAAAC0U/u76QlIdA7Uw/s1600-h/DSC058643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05864" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC05864" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HXO5M26TFM4/Ti47WtXzPKI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/lzyUt7jhXQM/DSC05864_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Come enrollment day, I was in shock and at the same time wondering why there were no materials that need to be bought. I just realized now that bringing of materials will all be part of their assignments.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Since I thought they won’t be bringing materials (notebooks/books/writing papers) that much, I excitedly bought Skip Hop Zoo Pack Little Kid Backpack and Zoo Lunchie Insulated Lunch Bag for him at Rustan’s. I chose the Penguin design so C can used it as well when it’s time for her to go to school too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-hoc-6D_SPck/Ti47Y0Te_ZI/AAAAAAAAC0c/dd0qoZEh9GY/s1600-h/DSC025903.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02590" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC02590" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-4IYUZ9HGr5I/Ti47Z1CRknI/AAAAAAAAC0g/rHnlv1K3nCM/DSC02590_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; J was so cute carrying the backpack and the lunchie on his first day of school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, I got confused come dismissal time to see all his classmates and the other students lugging a very big stroller bag. He was the only one carrying a back pack. I thought what the heck was going on. I thought the school was just the same school as his previous where all activities are done in school and assignments were given during Fridays only. This weren’t discussed during the Parent’s Orientation.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After two weeks I received a letter from the school advising the parents to have their kids bring a big bag the following day as they will be distributing the notebooks and books. I actually panicked! My husband will surely kill me if we need to buy another bag. He’d probably say “&lt;em&gt;ang arte-arte mo kasi&lt;/em&gt;.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/-tHEhGVVAKu0/Ti47bnX0XbI/AAAAAAAAC0k/T9tbr-Q9xHk/s1600-h/materials3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="materials" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="materials" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/-gREaRgNXq8E/Ti47chOdJ7I/AAAAAAAAC0o/McUFa8DF_2s/materials_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But how on earth would you put all 5 notebooks, 3 quiz notebooks, 2 writing booklets and 3 books in one small backpack? &lt;em&gt;Patay!&lt;/em&gt; The fact that they need to bring it daily is another factor for me to get crazy. How about the crayons, the pencils, the extra shirt and his grooming kit?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;J would often whine that he was carrying a heavy bag. He even told his school service driver that he was the only one without a stroller bag. The driver then told my in-laws about it and so, thankfully, my SIL bought a stroller bag in Divisoria for him. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/-yvNvk3DiswE/Ti47d_ohXPI/AAAAAAAAC0s/2jMLKUzy8mM/s1600-h/DSC026303.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02630" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="DSC02630" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-ptCbBCqp8DQ/Ti47e3ZmaFI/AAAAAAAAC0w/0YU05Qak7jg/DSC02630_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800" width="184" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It wasn’t nice for me (&lt;em&gt;ako na nga maarte, di ba?&lt;/em&gt;) but I am grateful that they bought him a bag he can use for the meantime until the time I can buy one for him. I was looking for a good one in SM for I prefer not to buy him those with cartoon characters on it. He would like a character just for a few months. And besides, he wants a Jake and the Neverland pirates bag which is not available here. I want a sturdy one which he can still use next school year. I don’t want him to change bags every year as bags nowadays doesn’t come cheap.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Meanwhile, the Skip Hop bags officially resides now at the back of his closet and hopefully be in use for the future. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4837303932920468281?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4837303932920468281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/choice-of-bag.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4837303932920468281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4837303932920468281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/choice-of-bag.html' title='Choice of bag'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/-HXO5M26TFM4/Ti47WtXzPKI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/lzyUt7jhXQM/s72-c/DSC05864_thumb1.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4331452377404205002</id><published>2011-07-21T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:56:58.872-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaya woes'/><title type='text'>Diaper stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remember the story of the yaya we got &lt;a href="http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/yaya-story-blow-by-blow.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yes, she is still with us. We haven’t found a replacement nor my aunt agrees to come back. Whatever happens, I will definitely fire her once we get a new one. She is getting into my nerves day by day.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just want to show how she claims she know how to put diapers and yet whenever I see my child wearing one, it was always a disaster. You be the judge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02603.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02603" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="185" alt="DSC02603" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02603_thumb.jpg" width="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02613.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02613" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC02613" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02613_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I always insist to put the diaper strap on the blue part. I even explained to her that it would be difficult to throw the diaper (most especially if there is poop inside) if the velcro wouldn’t snap anymore. My words fell in deaf ear.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I.am.this.close in scolding her and be a momzilla she never thought I am.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4331452377404205002?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4331452377404205002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/diaper-stories.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4331452377404205002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4331452377404205002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/diaper-stories.html' title='Diaper stories'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3927046366951340035</id><published>2011-07-19T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:55:02.874-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='medications'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Tummy pains</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;During weekdays, my son’s morning routine starts whenever I gave his milk (he still feeds in a bottle and I have failed to wean him several times now) and turn on the TV and switch to either Disney Junior or Disney Channel. He usually skips breakfast mostly if he doesn’t like the food – which I allow, I know, I’m a bad momma. Then he takes a bath, brushes his teeth and dress him up on his uniform. By 7 in the morning, his school service would pick him up and off they go to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, last Monday, right after he downed his milk, he was complaining and says his tummy aches. I was in a hurry that time (I have a schedule in DFA for passport application, more on that later) so I let the husband talk to him. I just had learned that my husband allowed him not to attend class. At first, I got mad as they have a scheduled quiz on that day. Later, I found out that he actually vomited on our bed which made my husband decide not to let him go to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When I was done with my application, I went home directly and took my boy to his pedia. After interviewing him on what he feels and what part of his tummy aches, his pedia confirmed it was acute gastritis that he was having.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC026371.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02637" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC02637" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02637_thumb1.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, he needs to take Protexin Restore once a day for five days. I dissolved it in his morning milk. Then he needs to take Maalox for two weeks, once 30 minutes after eating and at bedtime. He has tremendously lost his appetite because of tummy pains and of being busy with play. So, I switched his vitamins back to Propan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC02638" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC02638" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/DSC02638_thumb.jpg" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3927046366951340035?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3927046366951340035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/tummy-pains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3927046366951340035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3927046366951340035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/tummy-pains.html' title='Tummy pains'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5945966702085229978</id><published>2011-07-14T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:54:01.261-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>What’s with ketchup?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/ketchup.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="ketchup" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="194" alt="ketchup" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/ketchup_thumb.jpg" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When I had my son, I dread the day I need to argue with him so he would eat veggies and not just meats and sweets. I can't manage to have a picky eater child; the husband is enough for me. Thankfully, he grew up to be food lover. Can I hear a hallelujah?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He eats everything. Well, except those he knew he can’t eat because of his health condition. He has G6PD deficiency so soya and it’s by-products as well as beans (any kind of it) is a no-no for him and his sister too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we introduced ketchup to him, he has fallen in-love with it. Whether it’s banana or tomato, it’s a staple on his every meal. He loves to dip all fried foods (chicken, hotdog, pork, beef, spam, etc) and would even make it a sauce on his rice. He loves ketchup to bits is an understatement. A bottle of ketchup only lasted a week for us because of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;McDonald’s or Jollibee or any other food chains would have banned us from entering us we hoard ketchup for him as he can’t eat fries or chicken without it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Is it healthy? Was he the only one who loved ketchup that much? I am getting worried as the little girl is starting to show signs of loving ketchup as well.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5945966702085229978?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5945966702085229978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-with-ketchup.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5945966702085229978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5945966702085229978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/whats-with-ketchup.html' title='What’s with ketchup?'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6422756952997762027</id><published>2011-07-12T16:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-25T20:52:23.416-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='yaya woes'/><title type='text'>Yaya story – blow by blow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/nanny_clip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="nanny_clip" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: inline; border-left-width: 0px; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="nanny_clip" src="http://pertinaciousmind.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/07/nanny_clip_thumb.jpg" width="156" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Few weeks after moving in to Muntinlupa, we finally got a yaya. A 16-year old kid (she’s still a kid for me) from a relocation site near Bilibid prison. She has stopped studying right after she graduated from elementary.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Btw, she’s a stay-out yaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On her first day, which we coincide with my rest day, I told her the things she need to do. She just need to look after Claire and here needs and a little bit of Joshua’s needs as well. That includes cleaning Claire’s feeding bottles, giving her a bath – morning and night (should we go home late), cleaning her pupu, feeding her. As for Joshua, all she needs to go is to fetch him at the gate when he comes home from school, help him change clothes, prepare his lunch, clean his pupu – if ever. Come siesta time, me and the kids took a nap. When I woke up, I saw her sleeping too. Strike one!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thursday, I took a leave as it was my birthday. Claire was playing and she was just sitting in the corner. Joshua and I were playing with my phone. Few minutes after I heard a loud thud. Claire fell on her back with his head hitting the floor. When I shrieked in terror, that was the time she stood up to pick up Claire. I snapped her and told her I would manage the situation. Strike two!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Saturday morning she didn’t show up. I need to go to work so I ask my cousin to come to our house to look for the kids. The day ends without us knowing what happened and why she didn’t show up. Strike three!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Monday came and she showed up. The husband asked her why she didn’t show up and she just said her older sister was sick and has to go to the clinic for check-up. Around 8am, I took a nap while Claire is playing. Few minutes after, I woke up and saw Claire with all the toys around her. Guess where the yaya is? Sleeping again! Gising ang alaga nya, haler! Strike four!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The next day, I went home to see Claire with dried pupu on her diaper. This has caused rashes. I scolded her and told her to not let that happen again. Di naman ako nagtitipid sa diaper, mas mahal gamutin ang rashes. Strike five!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The following day, I told her to put Calmoseptine on Claire’s rashes before putting on a new diaper only to find out at night that the rashes got worst and had spread even on her front. Ano ba ginagawa nitong yaya na to? Stike six!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, we went home late as the husband and I did our groceries first. When we got home, I asked her where is Joshua. Her answer – di ko pa alam ate, kanina pa yun umalis eh. And she was not worrying at all! It was 9pm already and asked if they have eaten dinner – hindi pa po kuya. She knows where to get the food ha. Joshua went to his cousin few doors away from us to eat. And she hasn’t gave Claire a bath for the night. Then the bottles are still not cleaned. Ano ba ginawa nito buong araw? Strike seven!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And now, Joshua was not able to go to school. I have to go to work early so I told the husband to wake up Joshua by 6:30am. The husband then advised the yaya to wake up Joshua. At 7:15am, hubby noticed that the school service of Joshua is still waiting for him at the gate. He went to check Joshua only to find out he was still sleeping. Yaya’s reason – ayaw po gumising eh. Strike eight!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The husband had enough. All the while, I thought he’ll wait for strike ten before doing something. He advised me that he’ll ask my aunt return to us and look after the kids. He had enough of this mahinhin at mahiyain kunong yaya.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6422756952997762027?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6422756952997762027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/yaya-story-blow-by-blow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6422756952997762027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6422756952997762027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/07/yaya-story-blow-by-blow.html' title='Yaya story – blow by blow'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5658992267830537709</id><published>2011-04-26T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-26T08:16:02.956-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online treats'/><title type='text'>Jewellery for Claire</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Alright, I dream of having a son first. When I first got pregnant, deep in my heart I knew there and then that I am carrying a boy. It does happen. My eldest is a boy. Eventually, when he grew a little bigger, I had a longing to have a baby girl – my own baby doll. I long to have someone I can dress like a princess or should I say I wanted to have a live Barbie. Not those boys are boring. And so when I got pregnant the second time around, I deeply wish for a girl. Luckily, it did happen. Seeing them both growing up together is such a happy moment. The love and hate relationship they both have for each other every single day. The toys they fight over, the space in the bed, my attention and everything in between. There are things they have to learn to share with each other except for one – &lt;a href="http://www.ticjewellery.co.uk"&gt;Jewellery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I used to long to have fine earring, necklaces, bracelets and other pieces of gold and silver not until my daughter came. Now, everything seemed to be for her. When I look into the glass display of some &lt;a href="http://www.ticjewellery.co.uk"&gt;jewellery shop&lt;/a&gt;, I do not anymore see those intricate designs fitted for adults. I only see those fine, soft, and simple pieces of jewelleries for my little girl. Don’t blame me. Any mother would attest to my liking, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I admit my passion did not stop in malls. I seldom browse online and find myself online window shopping at &lt;a href="http://www.ticjewellery.co.uk"&gt;TICJewellery.co.uk&lt;/a&gt; and wishes I can just buy all the items there. The thing is, it ain’t that easy. Well, I guess I just have to purchase little by little so by the time my little girl is old enough to appreciate it, she already has a few. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5658992267830537709?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5658992267830537709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/jewellery-for-claire.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5658992267830537709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5658992267830537709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/jewellery-for-claire.html' title='Jewellery for Claire'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8352912555716126706</id><published>2011-04-13T11:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T11:13:05.768-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby developments'/><title type='text'>Claire speaks English!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaXnrWAbycI/AAAAAAAAC0M/IjnlqRegCaM/s1600-h/DSC00087%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="border-bottom: 0px; border-left: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-right: 0px" title="DSC00087" border="0" alt="DSC00087" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaXnsB8uNVI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/i9uyzUblhxw/DSC00087_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" height="184" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, let me rephrase the title. At 19 months, my little girl can speak three (yes, that specific) English words. I am teaching her little by little so she wouldn’t had a hard time (unlike her Kuya) mingling with her classmates when she enters preschool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;SHUSH&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (shoes). That’s her first word. Bad mom, I can’t remember when did she first utter that word. She has a special bond with her shoes, always love to wear them. You can hear her repeatedly say the word most especially if she wants to go out of the house. And if we were inside the mall, she would frantically say &lt;em&gt;shus &lt;/em&gt;whenever she sees one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;NO MO&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (no more). I find difficulty teaching this to her as she always say&lt;em&gt; nana &lt;/em&gt;(Tagalog word for no more) whenever she has consume the last drop of her milk. She also says &lt;em&gt;nana&lt;/em&gt; if she has finally swallowed the food we gave her. I have to say no more everytime she says &lt;em&gt;nana&lt;/em&gt; so she would understand that no more and &lt;em&gt;nana&lt;/em&gt; is the same.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TATER&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (water). Last but not the least word for her vocabulary. She has learned to love drinking water in a glass and always asks for it by saying &lt;em&gt;mamam&lt;/em&gt; (Tagalog baby talk for water). This is a little hard for her to say so it’s always &lt;em&gt;mamam&lt;/em&gt; then I would correct her and say water not until I did something which made her say that word. I was eating lunch alone when she was asking for &lt;em&gt;mamam&lt;/em&gt; and I purposely ignore her then she says tater. Nice one baby!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just have to constantly remind my caretakers (my mom and my aunt) to keep on correcting for those three words until she’s comfortable enough to say it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8352912555716126706?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8352912555716126706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/claire-speaks-english.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8352912555716126706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8352912555716126706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/claire-speaks-english.html' title='Claire speaks English!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaXnsB8uNVI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/i9uyzUblhxw/s72-c/DSC00087_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6136458509442405535</id><published>2011-04-12T10:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T10:49:26.721-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>School is near</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Can't believe that my little boy has finished his first year in a big school with flying colors. He has aced it well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;On a side note: The dad doesn't want him to enroll on the same school as it's kinda far from our house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, being the&amp;#160; hard-headed wife that I am, I insist to have him enroll on the same school as he is already comfortable in the way the school teaches and his friends are there. He belongs to that school now. And I believe he learns a lot from that school. With that case, the argument is already closed. I win. Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Moving on, I have a wishlist for his schooling this year. Here it is:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Skip Hop Zoo Lunchie (Penguin)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQfWYJOlI/AAAAAAAACzs/i6sgiaGBIFY/s1600-h/skip%20hop%20zoo%20lunchie%20penguin%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="skip hop zoo lunchie penguin" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="skip hop zoo lunchie penguin" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQhggad3I/AAAAAAAACzw/Yl1fQLWUbdA/skip%20hop%20zoo%20lunchie%20penguin_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. Thermos Foogo Straw Bottle (10oz)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQjTZhaJI/AAAAAAAACz0/Ai5aJnSzzEQ/s1600-h/thermos%20foogo%20straw%20bottle%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="thermos foogo straw bottle" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="thermos foogo straw bottle" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQk-wac2I/AAAAAAAACz4/25XDoJ81u5A/thermos%20foogo%20straw%20bottle_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="172" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Thermos Foogo Food Jar&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQmldz3HI/AAAAAAAACz8/Snr-Tk1gn2o/s1600-h/thermos%20foogo%20food%20jar%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="thermos foogo food jar" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="244" alt="thermos foogo food jar" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQoOQiD6I/AAAAAAAAC0A/yB0ILtY0GvM/thermos%20foogo%20food%20jar_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="183" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope his godparents stumble on this post so they know what to give for my little boy. Besides, he hasn’t received any birthday gift from them yet. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6136458509442405535?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6136458509442405535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-is-near.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6136458509442405535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6136458509442405535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/school-is-near.html' title='School is near'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaSQhggad3I/AAAAAAAACzw/Yl1fQLWUbdA/s72-c/skip%20hop%20zoo%20lunchie%20penguin_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3019109140514878976</id><published>2011-04-11T09:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T09:37:10.016-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer lessons'/><title type='text'>What’s in store for him?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Okay, summer is almost done. We’re almost half done for April and May is fast approaching. In a couple of weeks, it’s time to go back to school. What had happen to my son’s summer for this year? None yet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;If only our schedule permits, we could have enrolled him in summer classes. However, no one would assist him to go to the clinics as the husband and I have chaotic schedule. The husband can’t take a leave, even a single day for the next two months which actually make me annoyed. I, on the other hand, is sleeping as a log during daytime – thanks to my night shift schedule.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Hopefully on May when I change my schedule to night shift, I could enroll him in a summer class.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuJf68dOI/AAAAAAAACzc/f_tDUc3Am6o/s1600-h/SUMMER%20PIC%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&lt;img title="SUMMER PIC" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="230" alt="SUMMER PIC" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuK9rKqsI/AAAAAAAACzg/EZpfvWCI3qQ/SUMMER%20PIC_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;First would be the Bert Lozada Swim School in Tribeca. It’ll be an hour swimming session for ten days. I – He would just have to bare the morning sun as obviously, that’ll be the schedule we will take so I can be with him during the lesson. After which, off I go to work. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was very excited on this and even told me doesn’t want to go back to school, i.e., AAM as Sr. CASA, and just want to go to swim school. Haha! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I have to remember to buy him a new board shots and rash guard as his is way to small now for him.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuMOyVvdI/AAAAAAAACzk/6mj3rReAMxI/s1600-h/McDonalds-Kiddie-Crew-Workshop-2011-summer%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="McDonalds-Kiddie-Crew-Workshop-2011-summer" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="222" alt="McDonalds-Kiddie-Crew-Workshop-2011-summer" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuNCANQbI/AAAAAAAACzo/2Tv2qnpKAS4/McDonalds-Kiddie-Crew-Workshop-2011-summer_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Next would be the ever famous McDo Kiddie Crew 2011. He’s actually not yet eligible as he is only five years old but it can be waved only if he has permissions from his parents. Of course! This is still under the bridge as he might come along with his cousin if and only if Tete would be willing to shoulder their fee. Hehe! If not, the husband’s wallet is at stake.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I believe this is just for five days but I don’t know how many would they need to stay in the store. Still need to research on that.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;There.. That’s what’s in store for my little boy.. Hopefully, this would materialize in May and not just fall in the long-listed plans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuJf68dOI/AAAAAAAACzc/f_tDUc3Am6o/s1600-h/SUMMER%20PIC%5B3%5D.png"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3019109140514878976?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3019109140514878976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-in-store-for-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3019109140514878976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3019109140514878976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-in-store-for-him.html' title='What’s in store for him?'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TaMuK9rKqsI/AAAAAAAACzg/EZpfvWCI3qQ/s72-c/SUMMER%20PIC_thumb%5B1%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1184894348301073068</id><published>2011-03-23T11:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T11:58:54.576-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Most Orderly</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Proud mommy moment. My son finished Jr. CASA as Most Orderly. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TYpC5xRvG-I/AAAAAAAACzQ/JUc0VEKLM34/s1600-h/DSC00269%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00269" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00269" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TYpC64eIn-I/AAAAAAAACzU/wORknPDw2n0/DSC00269_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1184894348301073068?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1184894348301073068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-orderly.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1184894348301073068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1184894348301073068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/most-orderly.html' title='Most Orderly'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TYpC64eIn-I/AAAAAAAACzU/wORknPDw2n0/s72-c/DSC00269_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1516276109465747386</id><published>2011-03-03T16:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-03T16:46:02.817-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy 5th birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TXA2RSlsqQI/AAAAAAAACy4/v4bKfWz6ejg/s1600-h/DSC00060%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC00060" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="184" alt="DSC00060" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TXA2SWY6IXI/AAAAAAAACy8/oNActeviheU/DSC00060_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To the person who taught me and my husband how to love unconditionally;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To the person who taught us be satisfied with all the blessing we are given;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To our hard-headed but kind-hearted son;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="4"&gt;Happy 5th birthday CARL JOSHUA EMMANUELLE!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We (Mommy, Daddy and Claire) love you so dearly!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1516276109465747386?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1516276109465747386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-5th-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1516276109465747386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1516276109465747386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/03/happy-5th-birthday.html' title='Happy 5th birthday!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TXA2SWY6IXI/AAAAAAAACy8/oNActeviheU/s72-c/DSC00060_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-76115003474832226</id><published>2011-02-28T17:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-28T17:18:10.407-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday celebration'/><title type='text'>Happy or not</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Remember this &lt;a href="http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/press-of-time.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about my thoughts of not being able to give my son a school party he was expecting to have? Yesterday, I was finally able to get a confirmation and it was a GO.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I wrote a letter for his teacher advising her that we will be throwing a small celebration for him on Friday. When I got home, he gave me out a print out of the schedule for March. At first, I didn’t bother to read it only to find out just this morning that there will be no classes on Friday because of the Grade 6 NAT examination.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Gawd! I actually do not know now what to do. He was expecting it big time and when I was finally able to make it come true, another obstacle came our way. It can’t be on the 3rd as it’s too early and I don’t have enough time to prepare yet. I was thinking to still throw him a party on the 9th instead, as there is a Musical Program on the 7th and 8th in their school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now, don’t you think the party is really not meant for him?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-76115003474832226?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/76115003474832226/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-or-not.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/76115003474832226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/76115003474832226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/happy-or-not.html' title='Happy or not'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2746425820502494450</id><published>2011-02-24T16:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-24T16:57:26.273-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthday celebration'/><title type='text'>Press of time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Let me just rant.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Exactly one week from now, my little boy J will turn five. Since all his classmates celebrated their birthdays in their school, he was expecting the same too. At first, we were kind of sceptical at the idea as our funds are not that big for such. However, I saw a light when my company announced that our performance bonus will be credited to our account on the 28th. The husband gave me a go signal to allot part of it for h is party.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;By then, I started to make a list of things to buy as well as the budget for the party. I have even hired a graphic artist to make his invite which was paid by PayPal money. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The party was a go – not?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until now, which is the last working day of the week and Monday is already the 28th of the month – there was still no announcement or general assembly about our bonus. I have to order his cake today but I can’t because of it. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I do not know what to do. I can’t break my son’s heart. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I am a bad mom…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2746425820502494450?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2746425820502494450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/press-of-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2746425820502494450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2746425820502494450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/press-of-time.html' title='Press of time'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2720373296688792132</id><published>2011-02-22T15:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T15:51:57.360-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>I am still h ere</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;It’s been a while since my last post here. Motherhood plus my corporate job has taken a toll of me. It was kinda hard to juggle all my responsibilities now most especially that the kids are growing up fast.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My son will be turning five next week and that makes me think of wanting to really quit my job and just be with them – that is, if I could. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I promise to update this soon – when work is lesser and stress is out of the way.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;See you later!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2720373296688792132?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2720373296688792132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-still-h-ere.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2720373296688792132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2720373296688792132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-am-still-h-ere.html' title='I am still h ere'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6521709384868528552</id><published>2010-11-21T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-21T23:34:29.422-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online treats'/><title type='text'>As a mother</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;As a mother with two kids, I find it a necessity to insure my kids’ health and future. Who wouldn’t? Like any other moms out there, I only wanted the best of life for them. I scouted for the good school near our area for my first born and eventually send him there for preschool. I make sure that we religiously had their vaccines and boosters. And right now, I am scouting for insurances for them. Good enough, I was able to find a company who offers &lt;a href="http://nomedexamlifeinsurance.com/"&gt;Term Life Insurance&lt;/a&gt; in an affordable price. I can even get a quote from them within a matter of minutes; all I have to do is dial their toll free number 1-800-939-0710. I can &lt;a href="http://nomedexamlifeinsurance.com/"&gt;Buy Life Insurance&lt;/a&gt; without the hassle and expense of medical examinations. I loathe filling out long medical questionnaires and I find it time-consuming to get medical exams required. This has been understood by NoMedExamLifeInsurance.com, and so they are one of the first companies in America licensed to sell no medical exam life insurances. This is ideal for individuals who need the coverage right away, individuals who have health complications that make getting ordinary life insurance more difficult, people who – for personal or religious reasons – want or need to avoid lab test, needles and other procedures, and others. &lt;a href="http://nomedexamlifeinsurance.com/"&gt;Life Insurance No Exam&lt;/a&gt;, love it!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6521709384868528552?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6521709384868528552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-mother.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6521709384868528552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6521709384868528552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/as-mother.html' title='As a mother'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-595542590609803824</id><published>2010-11-11T22:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:40:25.737-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online treats'/><title type='text'>Baptismal gift</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My colleague asked me a couple of days ago to design a baptismal invitation for her nephew based in Canada. I eagerly accepted the task and made two designs. After which, the designs were sent for approval to her sister. I just receive a mail today from my colleague advising me that one of the designs I made was approved by her sister. The sister was even asking if I could design a thank you card to match the invitation as well. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At the end of the mail, my colleague asked me what should she gave as baptismal gift for her nephew. If it is not that expensive to ship items to Canada, baby &lt;a href="http://www.vertbaudet.co.uk/boys.htm"&gt;boys clothes&lt;/a&gt; are the best answer. However, the shipping fee is more than the actual cost of the item so it is not possible. I told her to make a photo book and have it shipped there. That would surely be most appreciated by her sister. Or, she could fly to Canada and be there on the Christening day itself. Besides, she is one of the godmother of the kid. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyhoo, I have to sign off now as I have to make the lay-out of the thank you card in a few minutes. Ciao!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-595542590609803824?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/595542590609803824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/baptismal-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/595542590609803824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/595542590609803824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/baptismal-gift.html' title='Baptismal gift'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1578823970675131045</id><published>2010-11-11T22:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-11T22:30:25.990-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online treats'/><title type='text'>Window shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vertbaudet.co.uk/baby-girl.htm"&gt;Baby clothing&lt;/a&gt; – checked. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Thanks to the Internet, I was able to scout some good deals on infant clothes when I was still pregnant with my daughter last year. It took me months searching high and low for the best brands at cheaper costs of clothes before hitting the check out button. There are actually a lot of things to consider, aside from the price. Some stores even claim the clothes they are selling are organic. Aside from online shops, I also visited a few baby stores in some malls in the metro to check out their garments. Most of the time, I do not go home empty handed which makes my husband whine. But whenever I show him the price tag, he would stop and agree that my purchases are a steal. Besides, I don’t purchase those that wouldn’t be in use. We learned our lesson the hard way when we go all out purchasing almost all baby items available when I was still pregnant with my first born. Most items were not put in use. Gawd! We were like crazy people who threw our hard earned money as trash. We should have listen to our beloved mothers, the experts.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1578823970675131045?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1578823970675131045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/window-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1578823970675131045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1578823970675131045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/window-shopping.html' title='Window shopping'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1326371533811113106</id><published>2010-11-05T08:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T08:16:13.025-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>The pains of weaning</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I feel guilty. I feel I am a bad mommy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It has been three days now that I don’t let baby C nurse on me. I am currently taking a &lt;em&gt;magic coffee&lt;/em&gt; thus making my milk not anymore safe for her. And so, I wean her cold turkey style. Thankfully, I still didn’t feel the swelling breasts including the pain that reaches until the arm pit. I can still raise my arm, yahoo! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;However, baby C started to become restless and almost doesn’t have a good sleep. She became so whiny and extra clingy. I am actually this.close to giving in but I always remind myself not to.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I just hope baby C wouldn’t feel I love her less now that I weaned her. I really feel guilty.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1326371533811113106?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1326371533811113106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/pains-of-weaning.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1326371533811113106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1326371533811113106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/pains-of-weaning.html' title='The pains of weaning'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2871841516070341109</id><published>2010-11-02T11:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-02T11:23:23.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Back to school</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The two-week vacation of my son has finally ended. In a couple of hours, he’s back to school. And what better way to welcome the kids back is to give them an exam that was supposed to be given last October 19. Ain’t that cool? Haha!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, he’s very excited to go back to school and see his &lt;strike&gt;friends&lt;/strike&gt; best friends and his teacher. I just hope his eagerness to go to school will not falter. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2871841516070341109?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2871841516070341109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2871841516070341109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2871841516070341109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/11/back-to-school.html' title='Back to school'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7792129995635990862</id><published>2010-10-27T14:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T14:08:26.296-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='online shopping'/><title type='text'>A lil shopping</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My online friend Peachy had a bargain sale on her Flickr. She was selling pre-loved clothes of her kids. Good thing, &lt;strike&gt;my Paypal money is still intact&lt;/strike&gt;, I was able to score some good deals for my little princess.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are the things I bought:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUk0Cow9I/AAAAAAAACwo/CThYAvlk18A/s1600-h/CK%20hoodie%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="CK hoodie" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="164" alt="CK hoodie" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUmchmU1I/AAAAAAAACww/S8KTJu7Sdtk/CK%20hoodie_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Calvin Klein hoodie&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUnmauV1I/AAAAAAAACw0/fB4pbL_JQpw/s1600-h/fleurette%20bubble%20dress%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fleurette bubble dress" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="fleurette bubble dress" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUo7PuTSI/AAAAAAAACw4/1K9iAibGc14/fleurette%20bubble%20dress_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fleurette bubble dress&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUqrE0b6I/AAAAAAAACw8/eeoykSNWp0Y/s1600-h/fox%20baby%20cotton%20top%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="fox baby cotton top" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="fox baby cotton top" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUsGplfzI/AAAAAAAACxA/ghqKK75-v7w/fox%20baby%20cotton%20top_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Fox baby cotton top / dress&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUtqNNzvI/AAAAAAAACxE/vCLOkX6a-4U/s1600-h/twilo%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="twilo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="twilo" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUvHuSjuI/AAAAAAAACxI/CI80CxPE-RQ/twilo_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Twilo dress&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUwjidQEI/AAAAAAAACxM/f4kBzG2G5mE/s1600-h/gingersnaps%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="gingersnaps" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="gingersnaps" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUx4TfjYI/AAAAAAAACxQ/j6PNrEf0RYs/gingersnaps_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gingersnaps top&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My loots are not yet over $20, isn’t that great? I heard she would still posts a few more items in the coming days so I asked her to just put my items safe as I would look for a few more before she ships it to my address. I’m hoping to grab something for the Kuya in the coming days.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7792129995635990862?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7792129995635990862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/lil-shopping.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7792129995635990862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7792129995635990862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/lil-shopping.html' title='A lil shopping'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMiUmchmU1I/AAAAAAAACww/S8KTJu7Sdtk/s72-c/CK%20hoodie_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5346882269035699143</id><published>2010-10-21T11:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-21T11:32:29.795-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Done!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMCHNk1tTXI/AAAAAAAACv4/gWMXcH42U-k/s1600-h/P9250020%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P9250020" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="P9250020" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMCHOxi0d5I/AAAAAAAACv8/erg2d2tEzjE/P9250020_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;First half of the school year is officially done. The little boy is in vacation starting today until the 2nd of November. However, they will be greeted by a Language Exam when they come back on the 3rd of November. The exam was supposed to be given last Tuesday, however because of Typhoon Juan, classes were suspended in preschool.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It’ll be two weeks of vacation for him. I’m actually thinking of enrolling him either in E.nopi or Kumon to continue his learning while in vacation. I would love to teach him how to read but my schedule was full this coming weeks. Bad mom, I know. This is the pain of becoming a working mother. Do you have feedbacks which one is better, Kumon or E.nopi?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5346882269035699143?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5346882269035699143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/done.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5346882269035699143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5346882269035699143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/done.html' title='Done!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TMCHOxi0d5I/AAAAAAAACv8/erg2d2tEzjE/s72-c/P9250020_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2559196099556595476</id><published>2010-10-19T11:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T11:08:55.792-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Joshua’s Field Demo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This is a long, overdue post.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My son had his first ever field demo presentation in their school last 24th of September. Together with the Pre-Junior, they performed twice to the tune of I Gotta Feeling by the Black Eyed Peas. No picture taking was allowed during the first performance to avoid distractions to the kids. Second performance, the parents are allowed to snap away all the want. Here are some photos from the said performance.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eVg5G8sI/AAAAAAAACuo/Vu_1Fnm85QY/s1600-h/IMG_6965%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6965" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6965" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eW8h-iXI/AAAAAAAACus/pgJedzYnCDg/IMG_6965_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eYjEfhkI/AAAAAAAACuw/qaVTqJEouNI/s1600-h/IMG_6962%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6962" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6962" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eZ4pwKpI/AAAAAAAACu0/BbG13gud7oM/IMG_6962_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3ebd57yZI/AAAAAAAACu4/0-qyI2Bfw5A/s1600-h/IMG_6963%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6963" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6963" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eclHXKiI/AAAAAAAACu8/7IOLPdyZhek/IMG_6963_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eecmMeHI/AAAAAAAACvA/1et66WhktbA/s1600-h/IMG_6964%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6964" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6964" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3efbfpMoI/AAAAAAAACvE/m8ofdAyeNWQ/IMG_6964_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3ehFkRl1I/AAAAAAAACvI/_PwMHfYk4mU/s1600-h/IMG_6975%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6975" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6975" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eiGdpqTI/AAAAAAAACvM/IpVufY-9R5A/IMG_6975_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3ejyR-T3I/AAAAAAAACvQ/xTj7L_4mtVw/s1600-h/IMG_6964%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6964" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6964" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3ekw8O73I/AAAAAAAACvU/5WD5tNSfM3A/IMG_6964_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3emdST_-I/AAAAAAAACvY/pNiMbMWcH6A/s1600-h/IMG_6965%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6965" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6965" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3enoABMWI/AAAAAAAACvc/ZQMsqfw_fiM/IMG_6965_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3epOC2KdI/AAAAAAAACvg/l-c9DwflOVY/s1600-h/IMG_6974%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6974" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="154" alt="IMG_6974" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eqRnBafI/AAAAAAAACvk/q51aXsRA-hg/IMG_6974_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="104" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And the best part of it, his number one fan was there to cheer him up while he was performing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eryuxveI/AAAAAAAACvo/EX7P-6f-4ag/s1600-h/IMG_7006%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7006" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="244" alt="IMG_7006" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3etTWozSI/AAAAAAAACvs/zBx27oM3Nls/IMG_7006_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="164" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2559196099556595476?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2559196099556595476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/joshuas-field-demo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2559196099556595476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2559196099556595476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/joshuas-field-demo.html' title='Joshua’s Field Demo'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TL3eW8h-iXI/AAAAAAAACus/pgJedzYnCDg/s72-c/IMG_6965_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4730941922060682514</id><published>2010-10-13T05:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T05:00:13.554-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quicker8.com is Holding another Blog Contest!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Want to have this eye candies?&lt;img title="faye" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="215" alt="faye" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TLUByzKWzNI/AAAAAAAACto/6vhC_-BUnOI/faye_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicker8.com/"&gt;Faye&lt;/a&gt; is holding another blog contest and she is giving away Fossil Ladies watch for the 1st and 2nd prize and a Kate Spade kikay kit (orange) for the 3rd prize.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here’s how to join:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Subscribe to her feed via email located right side bar (REQUIRED) - 1 Entry    &lt;br /&gt;2. Blog about the contest along with the Prizes {You MUST include the Prizes and My link}- 5 Entries     &lt;br /&gt;- If you have multiple blogs, much better. Each blog post along with the Prizes -5 Entries.     &lt;br /&gt;3. Leave a comment in the post telling me what you did and give me the link of the blog post. 1 Entry.     &lt;br /&gt;4. Comment to any of my post. From Oct 12,2010 to Dec 18,2010 and you’ll have 1 entry each comment.     &lt;br /&gt;-Make it sure it's at least three word ! LOL And NO SPAMMING, PLEASE! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Contest ends on December 18, so if you wish to participate you must enter before that date. Winners will be announced on December 28,2010! The winners will be picked through Random.org!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Join now &lt;a href="http://www.quicker8.com/2010/10/faye-is-holding-blog-contest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4730941922060682514?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4730941922060682514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/quicker8com-is-holding-another-blog.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4730941922060682514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4730941922060682514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/quicker8com-is-holding-another-blog.html' title='Quicker8.com is Holding another Blog Contest!!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TLUByzKWzNI/AAAAAAAACto/6vhC_-BUnOI/s72-c/faye_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-669974615848101966</id><published>2010-10-11T18:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-11T18:34:16.179-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>How? Why?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;How would you answer your toddler’s never ending questions?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My son is now in the stage when he questions a lot of things, most of them from what he observed around him. Most of time, I ran out of answers to his never ending questions. I know his brain is like a sponge where every minute details and information feed on him will be stored forever. And so, I am very much careful and how to answers it although my patience wears out sometimes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some examples of his questions:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Where does my food go? Where does my milk / water / juice go?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Where does &lt;em&gt;pupu&lt;/em&gt; / &lt;em&gt;wiwi&lt;/em&gt; came from?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Why do I have booger?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Why does the water moves when I move (pertaining to the water in the pool)?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-669974615848101966?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/669974615848101966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-why.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/669974615848101966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/669974615848101966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/10/how-why.html' title='How? Why?'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8766172827678581710</id><published>2010-09-26T10:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-26T10:35:31.433-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field demo'/><title type='text'>School activities</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Sneak preview of my son’s consecutive activities in school. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TJ-ETq3XmrI/AAAAAAAACrQ/6hNKMiH3i3g/s1600-h/IMG_7017%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7017" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_7017" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TJ-EVppD1EI/AAAAAAAACrU/kYq4TjoW5ho/IMG_7017_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TJ-EW1eYH8I/AAAAAAAACrY/Qqf7gkDGx9E/s1600-h/IMG_7062%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_7062" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_7062" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TJ-EYbhYIII/AAAAAAAACrc/V1LI-75Pp30/IMG_7062_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Stay tune for the stories of his field demo presentation during their Foundation Day and his field trip at Sta. Elena Fun Farm and Lucky Me! Noodle Factory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8766172827678581710?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8766172827678581710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-activities.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8766172827678581710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8766172827678581710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/school-activities.html' title='School activities'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TJ-EVppD1EI/AAAAAAAACrU/kYq4TjoW5ho/s72-c/IMG_7017_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1333669457892804214</id><published>2010-09-17T09:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-17T09:16:10.506-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>English speaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The first and foremost reason why we enrolled my eldest in Ann Arbor Montessori in BF is for him to learn English faster. I got frustrated when I wasn’t successful teaching him how to speak English in an early age. I so badly wanted to have then an English-speaking son. He understands the language but is not a speaker of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After three months of attending school, I can say we have made the right decision. Although he prefers to speak Tagalog over English, we can still hear him speak English every now and then. Here are some of the examples:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;May I go to the restroom?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Please open.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Thank you!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Please open the light.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Don’t bite me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And oh! I am no more a m&lt;em&gt;ommy&lt;/em&gt; and the husband is no longer a d&lt;em&gt;addy&lt;/em&gt; as he now calls us Mom and Dad, LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1333669457892804214?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1333669457892804214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/english-speaking.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1333669457892804214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1333669457892804214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/english-speaking.html' title='English speaking'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8613779899510633526</id><published>2010-09-14T08:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:27:07.028-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='field trip'/><title type='text'>His first field trip</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We have just received a memo from the school that Joshua and the whole CASA will be having a field trip a day after their field demo. Anyhow, they will be going not far from the Metro, it’ll just be in Laguna. First stop is at Sta. Elena Fun Farm and next is the Nissin Monde Noodle Factory.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TI-UO37SmuI/AAAAAAAACqY/jvQtyRQnuEI/s1600-h/2%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="163" alt="2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TI-UQP3at4I/AAAAAAAACqc/bGyBxcHuVNM/2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="244" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TI-URV6o0kI/AAAAAAAACqg/Osux3qj-ph4/s1600-h/1%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="163" alt="1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TI-USblw4TI/AAAAAAAACqk/YjODkTqn1_I/1_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My boy is so excited and he was already telling us what food he will bring. We haven’t decided though who shall come with him, me or the husband. As you can see, I am assigned on the night shift and that means I have to file a leave on the night before the trip or I’ll be just a sleeping log during the entire day. Let’s see.. We still&amp;#160; have a week to decide on this.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8613779899510633526?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8613779899510633526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/his-first-field-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8613779899510633526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8613779899510633526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/his-first-field-trip.html' title='His first field trip'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TI-UQP3at4I/AAAAAAAACqc/bGyBxcHuVNM/s72-c/2_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8080263034947083928</id><published>2010-09-08T10:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T10:20:33.422-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><title type='text'>All over the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIfF2ilsYpI/AAAAAAAACp4/SloRRJ1Ms0Q/s1600-h/IMG_6464%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6464" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_6464" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIfF3-6DD-I/AAAAAAAACp8/fUGowIxDUko/IMG_6464_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Claire started to cruise the house at ten months. By the time she turned eleven months, she was walking on her own. No, she never had the chance to try using a walker. And after she turned one year old just a month ago, she is all over the house. She can climb the stairs which gives us heart attack and usually hides under our dining table. Yes, she can play hide and seek now. I think it’s all because her playmates were all boys including Joshua who treats her as a grown-up – not babyish treatment.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As my mom usually says to me, she can no longer be out of our sight. Here’s what &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_parents-say-how-to-handle-a-toddler-that-loves-to-climb_10337563.bc?page=3"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt; says on how to handle a toddler that loves to climb.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Provide safe climbing options&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Supervise, but don’t stress out&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Teach your child to climb down&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Accept that kids fall&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Divert and distract&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Climb proof your house&lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Discipline effectively&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8080263034947083928?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8080263034947083928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-over-house.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8080263034947083928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8080263034947083928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/all-over-house.html' title='All over the house'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIfF3-6DD-I/AAAAAAAACp8/fUGowIxDUko/s72-c/IMG_6464_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8880888965269406527</id><published>2010-09-07T12:12:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T12:12:32.541-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>Missing my kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIaOmbGzfcI/AAAAAAAACpw/ZBbVvw_Zk9M/s1600-h/DSC05375%5B14%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05375" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC05375" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIaOnpY489I/AAAAAAAACp0/LYlqIg1a7OM/DSC05375_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Tonight is the start of my night shift schedule. It’ll be a long two months for me and my family. The sacrifice of not having “night sleep” is bearable but spending the night without the kids is something I do not know until when I can manage. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I won’t be able to lull them to sleep. My Claire will surely look for me during the wee hours of the morning when she needs to nurse. My Joshua will have no choice but his father to wake him up in the morning and give him a bath before he goes to school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And when they are all active and hyper during the morning, I am locked in the room and sleeping. Oh, the pains of being a working mother.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8880888965269406527?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8880888965269406527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-my-kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8880888965269406527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8880888965269406527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/09/missing-my-kids.html' title='Missing my kids'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TIaOnpY489I/AAAAAAAACp0/LYlqIg1a7OM/s72-c/DSC05375_thumb%5B8%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2307859237441831812</id><published>2010-08-26T17:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T17:20:33.731-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buwan ng wika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;is the day of AAM’s culminating program for &lt;em&gt;Buwan ng Wika. &lt;/em&gt;Like what I posted here, the CASA pupils were asked to bring &lt;em&gt;Filipino &lt;/em&gt;dish good for 5 people for the &lt;em&gt;salo-salo. &lt;/em&gt;I was supposed to buy Goldilocks Tropical &lt;em&gt;puto. &lt;/em&gt;Yesterday after our shift, I asked my colleague to accompany me to the nearest store near our building only to find out that they have already run out of stock. We went to three more stores around Makati but hear the same line “&lt;em&gt;ubos na po.”&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And since it was already way past 7pm and we can’t find a store that sells &lt;em&gt;puto, &lt;/em&gt;we went to Glorietta’s foodcourt and saw a stall that makes delightfully happy. I asked the seller if the food is easily spoiled as it’ll be eaten by the kids the next day. She said she won’t just add butter and sugar so it won’t be spoiled. She even commented that there is no need to put the food on the fridge.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The food that solves my problem yesterday was Bibingkinitan. For Php 120, I went home with 6 bibingkas. Been eating this for a long time now but totally forgot about it when I was dead focused on buying &lt;em&gt;puto.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THcEyBgoodI/AAAAAAAACnY/N3qqY-OX4d8/s1600-h/1%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="138" alt="1" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THcE0HFdvCI/AAAAAAAACnc/BgQs15Na-v0/1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2307859237441831812?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2307859237441831812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2307859237441831812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2307859237441831812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THcE0HFdvCI/AAAAAAAACnc/BgQs15Na-v0/s72-c/1_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7884164466397844323</id><published>2010-08-25T17:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T17:45:34.526-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buwan ng wika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Agape party</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;In celebration of Joshua’s school’s &lt;em&gt;Buwan ng Wika&lt;/em&gt;, all the CASA pupils are requested to bring &lt;em&gt;Filipino food &lt;/em&gt;to share with their classmates. The food should be good for 5 children only. Rice will be provided for each class. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;At first, I decided to buy the famous &lt;em&gt;Malabon’s Sapin-sapin&lt;/em&gt;. However, according to the recent memo the school gave, Joshua needs to bring either &lt;em&gt;bibingka&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;puto&lt;/em&gt;. Of course, I don’t want my mom to get stressed out by preparing &lt;em&gt;bibingka&lt;/em&gt; so we decided to buy &lt;em&gt;puto&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/strong&gt;instead.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Our choice is Goldilocks Tropical &lt;em&gt;Puto&lt;/em&gt;. The party will be tomorrow so I have to drop by the nearest store before heading home later this afternoon.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THW5KJmO26I/AAAAAAAACnI/P8IS-asQpek/s1600-h/puto%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="puto" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="256" alt="puto" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THW5LPVM7jI/AAAAAAAACnM/Ea5rVL13Ds0/puto_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7884164466397844323?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7884164466397844323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/agape-party.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7884164466397844323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7884164466397844323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/agape-party.html' title='Agape party'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/THW5LPVM7jI/AAAAAAAACnM/Ea5rVL13Ds0/s72-c/puto_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5846747503794864160</id><published>2010-08-24T00:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T00:18:44.894-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buwan ng wika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>What to wear (part 2)</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Remember this &lt;a href="http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-wear.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt; about my son’s &lt;em&gt;Linggo ng Wika&lt;/em&gt; program on Friday? After searching for a costume for him and ended up borrowing my cousin’s Muslim costume, I was devastated and lost my excitement when I talked to his teacher yesterday morning. According to Teacher Angel, it was only the girls who are required to wear costumes while the boys wear their usual PE uniforms. They still need to bring Filipino dish though. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Good thing we didn’t pursue in buying a costume for him. I am still making him bring the costume on Friday just in case.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5846747503794864160?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5846747503794864160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-wear-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5846747503794864160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5846747503794864160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-wear-part-2.html' title='What to wear (part 2)'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1660337432980727314</id><published>2010-08-20T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-20T17:03:05.642-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='buwan ng wika'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>What to wear?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I am one cramming mommy again. Just yesterday, Joshua arrived home with a memo from the school. They need to be in a &lt;em&gt;Filipinana&lt;/em&gt; costume on the 27th for the culminating program of &lt;em&gt;Buwan ng Wika&lt;/em&gt;. Aside from that, they also need to bring Filipino food good for 5. The food is no-brainer, I can just go ahead and buy &lt;em&gt;sapin-sapin&lt;/em&gt; or any native delicacies readily available in the grocery store. What makes my head spin around is his costume. I dare not want him to wear the common &lt;em&gt;Barong Tagalog &lt;/em&gt;nor the &lt;em&gt;Camiso Chino with red pants.&lt;/em&gt; My cousin has a vest/pants costume that looks like a &lt;em&gt;Maranao&lt;/em&gt; costume. He’ll fit it once I get home and if ever it doesn’t fit, good luck to Mommy!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1660337432980727314?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1660337432980727314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-wear.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1660337432980727314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1660337432980727314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/what-to-wear.html' title='What to wear?'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5504999870837933108</id><published>2010-08-19T17:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T17:04:28.406-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blog contest'/><title type='text'>Quicker.com is having a blog contest</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TG3GeeN6DaI/AAAAAAAAClw/rI4CLpCB8CE/s1600-h/4888668920_a235e8ed91_b%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="4888668920_a235e8ed91_b" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="272" alt="4888668920_a235e8ed91_b" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TG3GfbvoNHI/AAAAAAAACl0/5g4U-Wlu7lM/4888668920_a235e8ed91_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="162" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Are these eye candy for you? Do you want to win these items?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1st price - Ladies Chronograph (bic face) watch    &lt;br /&gt;2nd price - Kate Spade kikay kit (orange)     &lt;br /&gt;3rd price - Kate Spade kikay kit (floral)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quicker8.com/"&gt;Faye&lt;/a&gt; is having a contest on her blog and is open to all international readers. Read more about the contest &lt;a href="http://www.quicker8.com/2010/08/quickercom-is-having-blog-contest.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The Contest Ends on the 8th of Sept 2010 so if you wish to participate you must enter before that date. Winners will be announced on Sept 18,2010! The winners will be picked through Random.org!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The mechanics of her contest is very simple. Here’s how:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. Subscribe to her feed via email located right side bar (REQUIRED) - 1 Entry    &lt;br /&gt;2. 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LOL And NO SPAMMING, PLEASE!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5504999870837933108?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5504999870837933108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/quickercom-is-having-blog-contest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5504999870837933108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5504999870837933108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/quickercom-is-having-blog-contest.html' title='Quicker.com is having a blog contest'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TG3GfbvoNHI/AAAAAAAACl0/5g4U-Wlu7lM/s72-c/4888668920_a235e8ed91_b_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3591034096069423936</id><published>2010-08-18T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T17:06:40.449-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first birthday'/><title type='text'>Happy birthday!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TGx1i6wln9I/AAAAAAAACjY/GSF6OYGNtR8/s1600-h/IMG_6546%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_6546" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_6546" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TGx1j9uBV_I/AAAAAAAACjc/sRzY_AFL11Q/IMG_6546_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;My darling Claire, &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You came by surprise to us. The moment we could finally see you, I though I lost you. I got knocked down after the operation and the last thing I heard was a faint cry. When I woke up, I wanted to see you badly. It has been an agonizing two days before I finally held you with my arms. I fell in love with you, and you have sucked my soul deep down. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are a good baby. You didn't give me a hard time on your first three months. You sleep all through the night. Thank you. Seeing you so tiny and fragile, I decided to breastfeed you so long I can. I mustered all my strengths and sacrificed each single time to express my precious milk just for you. It came a surprise I lasted 8 months. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are a sweet child. You loved to be cuddled and always wanted to be played with most especially with your Kuya and Dad. I thought you were prim and proper but you were getting louder and louder every single day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You are an independent child. You are now showing independence. You rarely like to be held and carried. Instead, you want to explore on your own. You didn't mind all the bumps you get. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And as you turn one, I would like to say sorry. Sorry for we weren't able to give you a party you deserve. You'd know the reasons in time. I wish you wouldn't see us less of a parent someday. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Happy birthday my little darling. We will forever love you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3591034096069423936?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3591034096069423936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3591034096069423936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3591034096069423936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday.html' title='Happy birthday!!!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TGx1j9uBV_I/AAAAAAAACjc/sRzY_AFL11Q/s72-c/IMG_6546_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4212299988197601011</id><published>2010-08-12T20:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T20:31:53.525-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Everyday school baon</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I can’t believe how time really flies so fast. Joshua has been in big school for more than two months now, turning three months when August ends. That means, he has been eating cookies and cupcakes and breads day after day, five times a week as his baon. I’m one mother who has lost all the ideas of what to give him for recess. Good thing I found an article written by Tita Amy sharing 10 gourmet pandesal baon treats for the kids.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10 Gourmet pandesal baon treats for your kids&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;School’s back! For moms, this could only mean one thing - a whole new year of facing the biggest challenge all mothers with school-age kids must deal with everyday: what baon to prepare for their growing kids. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;As for me, the start of school takes me back to the late 70s when opening my fifth grade red and green checkered lunch box meant anticipating what treats could be found inside. However, despite holding my breath before opening it each time, my lunch kit held the same thing everyday: fresh calamansi juice. I don’t know what possessed my mom but she made me fresh calamansi juice everyday such that my Thermos jug smelled of freshly-squeezed calamansi even if it only had water in it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;And every single day, my daily calamansi juice came with one thing: a pandesal with some kind of filling in it. This was the 70's, a time when it was totally uncool to eat pandesal in school. The cool kids had sandwiches with different types of palaman (fillings) – ham and cheese, hotdogs, burgers, corned beef and luncheon meat. They were the rich kids—the ones who raved about having a taste of pizza pie (yes, it was known to be a pie back then), most likely from 3M. To keep my lowly pandesal from my seatmates’ condescending eyes, there was only thing I could do—gobble it up in two bites. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Fast forward some 30 years and I’ve had just about as much pizza as any grown woman could possibly eat or want. But the age-old question remains: what would your kid’s baon be today, tomorrow, and the day after that? The quick answer still is: a sandwich. Some bread with some kind of filling in it. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The only difference is that today, my pandesal and my sassy seatmate’s “tasty bread&amp;quot; a.k.a. American white bread could be whole wheat, 5-grain, sugar-free, even a snooty foccacia. And now, the variety of palaman to fill them with are just as mind-boggling, and hence, preparing our kids’ baon has become more challenging—and fun! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;What type of bread should go with what type of palaman? Would peanut butter and jelly go well on foccacia? And the even bigger dilemma: is a sandwich enough to fill a growing child’s daily nutritional needs? Will a sandwich of barely-there ham and mayo sustain your kid through the challenges of the day? Can your kid show off and share his or her sandwich with his or her bestie (bestfriend)? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;If I were to be a fifth-grader all over again and armed with my now grown-up knowledge of food and all things good and edible, my grubby hands would be reaching for gourmet sandwiches that are packed with flavor and of course, healthy. But even with all the different types of bread out there, my choice for bread still remains to be the humble pandesal, which can either be whole wheat or sugar free. It goes well with the calamansi juice that my Nanay Lily used to make and it can hold a motley of spreads and fillings that can take the pandesal to a new level of gourmet distinction. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Here are 10 Gourmet Pandesal ‘Wiches guaranteed to make any kid the toast of the class every recess time – all homemade and with very few processed ingredients: &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. CHICKEN ADOBO and KESONG PUTI&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Spread some butter on each side of the pandesal and toast. Put a slice of kesong puti on the bottom side and top with shredded chicken adobo. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. SMOKED SALMON&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Whole-wheat pandesal with smoked salmon garnished lettuce, a slice of tomato and cucumber. Use cream cheese spread instead of mayonnaise on the pandesal slices. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. GRILLED VEGETABLES&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Slice a jumbo (oversized) pandesal into half. Mix two cloves of minced garlic into ¼ cup of mayonnaise. Grill some sliced eggplants, tomato, bell peppers and zucchini. Spread the garlic mayonnaise on each Panini slice and layer the grilled veggies on the sandwich. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. TURKEY HAM&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Whole wheat pandesal with turkey ham and low-fat mayo, lettuce, a slice of tomato and cucumber. Just make sure you don’t put just one thin slice of turkey ham on the sandwich—three would be just about right. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. BEEFY BURGER&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Make some homemade burger patties with lean ground beef, onions, minced garlic and carrots and season with pepper, salt, a dash of Worcestershire sauce. Top with a slice of low-fat cheese and garnish with lettuce, tomato and cucumber or a pickle. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. PINOY BRUSCHETTA&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Cut a pandesal into several ¼-inch thick slices (just like crostini slices). Mix some minced garlic into 2 tbsp of butter. Spread on the crostini-pandesal and toast. Combine cubed kesong puti, chopped tomatoes, minced garlic, ¼ tsp of dried basil, a dash of Italian seasoning and pepper, and 2-3 teaspoons of olive oil. Put the mixture in a small leak-proof plastic container. To eat, spread some of the tomato-kesong puti mixture onto the pandesal. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. CHUNKY TUNA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Mix some flaked tuna (in water) with low-fat mayo, pickle relish and minced onions (not too much). Spread on the pandesal. May be served with lettuce and a slice of low-fat cheese. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. CHICKEN GALANTINA &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Make your own chicken galantina or embotido using ground chicken breast (500g), 3 tbps minced bell peppers, ¼ cup minced onions, ¼ cup minced carrots, ¼ cup grated cheese, 2 tbsps catsup, ¼ cup breadcrumbs, 2 tbps. flour and an egg. Season with salt and pepper. Shape mixture into an embotido on aluminum foil. Seal both ends well. Steam over boiling water for 40 minutes and let it cool. You may do this before hand and keep in the chiller until you are ready to make your sandwich. Slice your pandesal in half, spread some low-fat mayo on each side and put a ½ -inch slice of chicken galantina. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. SPANISH SARDINES &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Saute two tablespoons of chopped onions then put in the Spanish sardines. Spread low-fat mayonnaise on pandesal slices and put just enough of the Spanish sardines-onion mixture. Add a pickle slice or two if you like. You may serve with scrambled eggs on the side and tomato and cucumber slices. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. CHICKEN PESTO &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Of course, you can always just buy a bottle of pesto sauce in a grocery but it’s better to make your homemade pesto using chopped cashew nuts, basil, parmesan cheese, minced garlic and some olive oil. Put everything in a food processor, pulse and reduce to a spreadable mixture. Flake some cooked chicken breast. Spread homemade pesto on each slice of the pandesal and top with the flaked chicken. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;The varieties of healthy baon treats for your kids are endless. Of course, it’s always easier to just make a corned beef or hotdog sandwich but it’s a good way to start them young on good eating habits. Train your kid to be a little gourmet eater and while you’re at it, put in a fruit cup, a banana, a bunch of grapes or sliced mangoes, papaya or melons in his or her lunch box. It’s a healthy way to sweeten your kids’ day and trust me, they’ll remember and love you more for it.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gmanews.tv/story/193708/10-gourmet-pandesal-baon-treats-for-your-kids"&gt;GMA News&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4212299988197601011?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4212299988197601011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyday-school-baon.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4212299988197601011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4212299988197601011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/everyday-school-baon.html' title='Everyday school baon'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7809126762790671111</id><published>2010-08-12T00:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:13:22.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>My breast is still the best</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;No need for an explanation why until now, even if not exclusively, I still breastfeed my little girl.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;Breastfeeding, also called nursing, is an easy, inexpensive and healthy way to feed your infant. Recommendations are to breastfeed your newborn for the first 12 months of life because of the many benefits to both you and your baby. However, it's important to know that the American Academy of Pediatricians recommends breastfeeding for those women who don't have health problems. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefits to baby&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Breastfeeding offers many benefits to your baby. Breast fed babies have lower rates of asthma, gastroenteritis, and ear infections, as well as higher levels of development and intelligence. Breast milk contains two specific fatty acids that may help increase the infant's brain development. Breast fed infants, and those who are fed expressed breast milk, have fewer deaths during the first year. Not only that, but breast fed infants have fewer illnesses than babies fed formula. Finally, breast milk helps prevent common childhood illnesses and infections. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Benefits to mom&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Breastfeeding offers many benefits to you as a mother. These benefits include a more rapid return of uterine tone, postpartum weight loss, delay of ovulation, and decreased risk of breast, ovarian, and endometrial cancers. There is evidence that indicates many mothers that breastfeed have fewer episodes of postpartum depression. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lactation consultants&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Breastfeeding offers many benefits to you and your baby. If you are breastfeeding and experiencing difficulty contact your health center, healthcare provider's office or hospital for help. A lactation consultant, someone trained to help women with breastfeeding, may be able to help you. Ask your healthcare provider for more information about getting help with breastfeeding. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When not to breastfeed&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;In certain situations, women are advised not to breastfeed. This may be due to certain health conditions, medicines or a chronic illness. It is always important to discuss with your healthcare provider how you plan to feed your baby.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://health.yahoo.net/experts/womentoday/breast-best"&gt;Yahoo Health&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7809126762790671111?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7809126762790671111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-breast-is-still-best.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7809126762790671111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7809126762790671111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-breast-is-still-best.html' title='My breast is still the best'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3934440606772266710</id><published>2010-08-05T23:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T23:33:46.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Christmas gifts</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Would you believe that as early as now, I am already scouting for gifts for Joshua’s teachers, teacher aide, classmates and CASA guards. Seriously! I have already listed a few items and if budget permits, these will materialize. I’m just having a hard time as to what to give to his classmates as they were 19 of them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I found out this uber cute personalized keychain made from Polymer Clay. This was is from &lt;a href="http://poxeelicious.multiply.com/"&gt;Poxee Shop&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TFusxIxVcSI/AAAAAAAACiI/_Szy8kiGvyM/s1600-h/DSC01512%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC01512" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="DSC01512" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TFusyUblV6I/AAAAAAAACiM/i1xYXm1Ysvw/DSC01512_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ain’t it cute? I have already inquired about it and sad to say, I have to cross it out as a Christmas gift for his classmates. It’ll be expensive to order 19 pieces of it. But I’m thinking of giving this out though to my girl colleagues. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;So, I have to look for alternative gifts for his classmates. On my list includes sugar cookies which I think is a very, very safe and common gift during Christmas. What else can we give? Any ideas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3934440606772266710?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3934440606772266710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/christmas-gifts.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3934440606772266710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3934440606772266710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/christmas-gifts.html' title='Christmas gifts'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TFusyUblV6I/AAAAAAAACiM/i1xYXm1Ysvw/s72-c/DSC01512_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6087093175435869384</id><published>2010-08-02T19:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T19:49:40.330-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school exams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>1st Quarterly Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Because of what happened &lt;a href="http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-pieces-of-ponkan.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, I make sure to check Joshua’s bag once I get home. Last Friday, I was really surprised as he didn’t bring his plastic envelope home. It’s only during Fridays that they bring the envelope home to show their parents the activity sheets they have done for the week as well as the assignments they need to finish during weekends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Yesterday, after school, Joshua went home with the plastic envelope.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;“Mom, Teacher Angel said to bring this back Monday next week.”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I browse all the folders and guess what! The very reason why the kids brought their envelope is for them to be reviewed by their parents or caregivers as they will be having their first quarterly exam on Wednesday until Friday (Language, Mathematics, Sensorial Arts and Cultural Arts).&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Of course, I – the ever cramming, OC mother – made sure to browse the activity sheets and the assignment sheets and make a similar exam based on the reviewer notes. I photocopied it in three copies and ask my cousin/mother to review my kid once he gets home today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I just wish he excel as this is the first time he’ll be experiencing such. Go Kuya Joshua! Make Mom, Dad and Claire proud of you.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6087093175435869384?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6087093175435869384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-quarterly-exam.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6087093175435869384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6087093175435869384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/08/1st-quarterly-exam.html' title='1st Quarterly Exam'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5680467466969165186</id><published>2010-07-29T18:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T18:08:31.226-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>3 pieces of ponkan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I was almost in panic yesterday night when out of the blue, I check my son’s school bag. You see, it was my mom who checks his bag right after school. I saw two letters. One is a reminder about our financial obligation to the school (aka: tuition fee dues) and other one is a note. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;July 27, 2010&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Good day!&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;We will be having our kitchen activity on Friday, July 30, 2010. Please bring the following:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;3 pcs. of ponkan&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1 tablespoon of sugar&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;1 plastic cup&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p&gt;Thank you!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;For Pete’s sake! The letter was dated 27th of July. The letter was sitting all along in his bag. I forced the husband to go to the wet market or straight to the nearby grocery store to buy ponkans.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Lesson Learned: Always check your son’s bag.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5680467466969165186?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5680467466969165186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-pieces-of-ponkan.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5680467466969165186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5680467466969165186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/3-pieces-of-ponkan.html' title='3 pieces of ponkan'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2028321580185373111</id><published>2010-07-28T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T23:13:47.679-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>A Child's Ten Commandments to Parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I thought of sharing a forwarded mail to me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;1. My hands are small. Please don't expect perfection whenever I make a bed, draw a picture or throw a ball. My legs are short. Please slow down so that I can keep up with you. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;2. My eyes have not seen the world as yours have. Please let me explore safely. Don't restrict me unnecessarily. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;3. Housework will always be there. I'm only little for such a short time.Please take time to explain things to me about this wonderful world, and do so willingly. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;4. My feelings are tender. Please be sensitive to my needs. Don't nag me all day long. (You wouldn't want to be nagged for your inquisitiveness.) Treat me as you would like to be treated. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;5. I am a special gift from God. Please treasure me, holding me accountable for my actions, giving me guidelines to live by and disciplining me in a loving manner. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;6. I need your encouragement and your praise to grow. Please go easy on the criticism. Remember, you can criticize the things I do without criticizing me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;7. Please give me the freedom to make decisions concerning myself. Permit me to fail so that I can learn from my mistakes. Then someday, I'll be prepared to make the kind of decisions life requires of me. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;8. Please don't do things over for me. Somehow that makes me feel that my efforts didn't quite measure up to your expectations. I know it's hard, but please don't try to compare me with my brother or my sister. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;9. Please don't be afraid to leave for a weekend together. Kids need vacations from parents, just as parents need vacations from kids. Besides, it's a great way to show us kids that your marriage is very special. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;10. Please take me to worship regularly, setting a good example for me to follow.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am guilty on some of those. I promised myself to be a better parent to my kids compared to how I am as a parent now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2028321580185373111?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2028321580185373111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/child-ten-commandments-to-parents.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2028321580185373111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2028321580185373111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/child-ten-commandments-to-parents.html' title='A Child&amp;#39;s Ten Commandments to Parents'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8546701951103190699</id><published>2010-07-27T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-27T17:09:14.235-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby developments'/><title type='text'>Claire’s ATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Claire has started to mumble a lot of stuff but I don’t get to count how many words she can say, unfortunately. She can say PAPA, MAMA, DEDE, LO (&lt;em&gt;hello&lt;/em&gt;) and a lot of words. Sure thing you’d think I was the one she was referring to as MAMA – not! She calls me ATE. (&lt;em&gt;a-te&lt;/em&gt;) She calls her stuff toy ATE. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bansa.org/dictionaries/tgl/?type=search&amp;amp;data=ate"&gt;ate&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;: n.from chinese: ate. first born daughter. Nowadays in Tagalog it usually refers to an elder sister but is also used as a form to show familiar respect to someone no too much older than the speaker.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I came clear to me when we were on the bed and she was playing beside her dad. She crawled on my side, raise my shirt and says “ATE DEDE.” Hubby laughed when he heard it. Joshua even commented, “No, she is not ATE, she is our MOM.”&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8546701951103190699?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8546701951103190699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-ate.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8546701951103190699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8546701951103190699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-ate.html' title='Claire’s ATE'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-38088062480393498</id><published>2010-07-23T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T19:17:01.121-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='artscow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='project'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='photobook'/><title type='text'>Project Photobook</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I have only tried Artscow services once we I made a photo book which we gave as a gift to hubby's cousin's firstborn last December. The book didn't arrive in time though and only arrived here mid-January. When my husband saw it, he told me to make one for our kids. I'm trying my best and squeeze all my creative juices to make my firs born's book eye candy. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here are a few pages of it. I'll be sharing only the cover and the back page as I know I'm not creative in any way or the other.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2006-2007 book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpM_t5ybWI/AAAAAAAACdg/S8RFD9jkN-c/s1600-h/2006-2007%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2006-2007" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="2006-2007" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNAzZ-iAI/AAAAAAAACdk/EAHPWfWeKKg/2006-2007_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2008 book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNCI8nvbI/AAAAAAAACdo/1N10KcC2pGM/s1600-h/2008%5B6%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2008" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="2008" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNDztGMkI/AAAAAAAACds/gr0yVwCbX04/2008_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2009 book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNFfCeSdI/AAAAAAAACdw/RYC1Hvq7Nqw/s1600-h/2009%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="2009" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="281" alt="2009" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNGwC2fwI/AAAAAAAACd0/Dxya2URL_dU/2009_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="470" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Try &lt;a href="http://www.artscow.com/?Ref=485932 "&gt;Artscow&lt;/a&gt; as they are giving away tons of freebies such as free photobook, free shipping or free prints. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-38088062480393498?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/38088062480393498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/project-photobook.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/38088062480393498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/38088062480393498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/project-photobook.html' title='Project Photobook'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpNAzZ-iAI/AAAAAAAACdk/EAHPWfWeKKg/s72-c/2006-2007_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7811682139301642706</id><published>2010-07-23T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:57:43.785-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wishlist'/><title type='text'>Crocs</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Amidst a few negative write-ups and feedbacks about Crocs, I’d still love to have my kids a pair each. It’s soft, comfortable and lightweight. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="499" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="497"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;Crocs, Inc. is a designer, manufacturer and retailer of footwear for men, women and children under the Crocs™ brand.&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;All Crocs™ brand shoes feature Crocs’ proprietary closed-cell resin, Croslite™, which represents a substantial innovation in footwear. The Croslite™ material enables Crocs to produce soft, comfortable, lightweight, superior-gripping, non-marking and odor-resistant shoes. These unique elements make Crocs™ footwear ideal for casual wear, as well as for professional and recreational uses such as boating, hiking, hospitality and gardening. The versatile use of the material has enabled Crocs to successfully market its products to a broad range of consumers. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Crocs™ shoes are sold in more than 125 countries and come in a wide array of colors and styles. &lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/crocs-electro/10400,default,pd.html?cid=639"&gt;Crocs Company&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Claire: Crocs Keeley (Bubblegum/Fuchsia)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpIiMGMXTI/AAAAAAAACdQ/iZuuTr7-kOI/s1600-h/crocs%20keeley%5B16%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="crocs keeley" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="153" alt="crocs keeley" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpIjVQX17I/AAAAAAAACdU/nhDmjYeUwvw/crocs%20keeley_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Girls, girls, girls.. The Crocs Keeley is a fun and new model of our Girls’ Mary Jane model. With multiple jibbitz holes this shoe can be accessorized with multiple charms for a shoe that is all her own. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The Keeley slip-on features:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Hole-y upper provides breath ability and Jibbitz shoe charm accessibility. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Fully-molded croslite material construction for maximum lightweight cushioning and a croslite™ material strap across forefoot for precise fit and function. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Packaged with rhinestone flower jibbitz™ shoe charms. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Whole sizing for the perfect fit. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Jibbitz™ shoe charms included in size 8 and above only.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For Joshua: Crocs Electro (Red/Navy)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpIkXUUqdI/AAAAAAAACdY/otEfa0T_amM/s1600-h/crocs%20electro%5B10%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="153" alt="" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpIlQHD2fI/AAAAAAAACdc/JpyNBQsGin0/crocs%20electro_thumb%5B6%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bringing twice the fun to playtime, the two-piece Crocs™ Electro clog allows for two-tone colors and all kinds of Jibbitz™ shoe charms. Each colorful combination provides the Electro shoes with an amazingly different Crocs™ experience for your little one.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Two-piece croslite™ material molding allows for twice the fun. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Dual-colored with iconic holes and Crocs™ logo. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Croslite™ material back-strap for active kids everywhere. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Advanced toe-box ventilation system &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Slip-resistant and non-marking soles. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Ventilation holes accommodate Jibbitz™ brand charms.&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p&gt; Item description found &lt;a href="http://www.crocs.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.    &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7811682139301642706?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7811682139301642706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/crocs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7811682139301642706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7811682139301642706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/crocs.html' title='Crocs'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEpIjVQX17I/AAAAAAAACdU/nhDmjYeUwvw/s72-c/crocs%20keeley_thumb%5B10%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3785937923932958414</id><published>2010-07-23T18:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T18:19:47.082-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='site disclosure'/><title type='text'>Disclosure Policy</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This policy is valid from 24 July 2010&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This blog is a personal blog written and edited by me. 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No party as it was my and hubby’s mutual decision not to throw one for her. Instead, we plan (still a plan though) to just go somewhere outside of the city and just chill. In our finances are overflowing, I would have loved to buy toys for her. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Fisher Price Laugh and Learn: Learning Puppy&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1GAywnsI/AAAAAAAACcg/scvshiroEyI/s1600-h/FisherPrice%20Laugh%20%26%20Learn%20Learning%20Puppy%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="FisherPrice Laugh &amp;amp; Learn Learning Puppy" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="220" alt="FisherPrice Laugh &amp;amp; Learn Learning Puppy" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1HX_6rRI/AAAAAAAACck/WVk5AV1JdUA/FisherPrice%20Laugh%20%26%20Learn%20Learning%20Puppy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Product Features:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Baby can learn A-B-Cs, 1-2-3's and parts of the body, plus sing along to ten favorite songs and games    &lt;br /&gt;* Dog bone collar lights up to the music     &lt;br /&gt;* Helps baby learn about parts of the body     &lt;br /&gt;* Introduces baby to the alphabet, colors and counting     &lt;br /&gt;* Helps baby understand connections between words and images&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeapFrog Learn &amp;amp; Groove Musical Table&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1IUIs9HI/AAAAAAAACco/o0U7fZeJIdM/s1600-h/LeapFrog%20Learn%20and%20Groove%20Musical%20Table%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="LeapFrog Learn and Groove Musical Table" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="165" alt="LeapFrog Learn and Groove Musical Table" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1JZpriCI/AAAAAAAACcs/69xFnPKk4wQ/LeapFrog%20Learn%20and%20Groove%20Musical%20Table_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Product Features:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Learn &amp;amp; Groove with 15 activities and over 40 songs and melodies!    &lt;br /&gt;* Activities provide opportunities for baby to explore with a roll, tap, slide or spin.     &lt;br /&gt;* Includes a variety of music styles for baby to enjoy.     &lt;br /&gt;* Comes with either blue or green legs to attach to table as baby grows.     &lt;br /&gt;* Introduces shapes, numbers and counting 1-10 in English and Spanish.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LeapFrog Spin &amp;amp; Sing Alphabet Zoo&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1KhdlsPI/AAAAAAAACcw/H76hb7B2fjk/s1600-h/LeapFrog%20Spin%20%26%20Sing%20Alphabet%20Zoo%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="LeapFrog Spin &amp;amp; Sing Alphabet Zoo" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="174" alt="LeapFrog Spin &amp;amp; Sing Alphabet Zoo" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1Lt2yk5I/AAAAAAAACc0/k-mixZDTy4A/LeapFrog%20Spin%20%26%20Sing%20Alphabet%20Zoo_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Product Features:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;* Discover the alphabet from Alligator to Zebra!    &lt;br /&gt;* Features three ways to play: Letter, Animal and Music learning modes.     &lt;br /&gt;* Explore learning with each spin of the wheel.     &lt;br /&gt;* Playful musical responses reward each touch.     &lt;br /&gt;* Introduces letters A-Z and animal names and sounds.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Sadly though, this is a far cry from reality. Well, I just wish her Ninongs and Ninangs would stumble upon this post and remember her on her birthday. Who knows, one of the toys I’ve been dreaming for her would be granted. It ain’t so bad to dream, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-244721685715858246?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/244721685715858246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-i-mean-my-wishlist.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/244721685715858246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/244721685715858246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claires-i-mean-my-wishlist.html' title='Claire’s (I mean my) wishlist'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEk1HX_6rRI/AAAAAAAACck/WVk5AV1JdUA/s72-c/FisherPrice%20Laugh%20%26%20Learn%20Learning%20Puppy_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-9089353899775966324</id><published>2010-07-21T17:51:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T17:51:02.372-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby developments'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly updates'/><title type='text'>Claire @ 11 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Whoa! In less than a month, my youngest, my princess, my doll, is turning one. Cliche as it may sound, but where did all the days and the months go?&amp;#160; She can now walk a few steps without any support, save on the times when she walks in a hurry. She crawls fast and stands up without support too. She loved to eat table food as well. She now speaks a few words - “dada,” “mama,” “ate” to name a few. She loves to clap her hands, kiss you, lie on your tummy. She has 4 teeth now and thankfully still doesn’t bite mommy during nursing time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/first-year/month-by-month/month-11.aspx"&gt;WhatToExpect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="497" border="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;     &lt;tr&gt;       &lt;td valign="top" width="495"&gt;         &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;If there's trouble to be found, chances are your little one is on the hunt!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;          &lt;p&gt;Chances are your baby has developed an uncanny knack to get ahold of things he shouldn't have and get into places he shouldn't go. If he hasn't already done so, be prepared (with video camera on perpetual standby) for those first few steps as your child makes both physical and verbal strides this month. He loves games — especially those that involve pointing — and his interest in books will grow exponentially as he begins to comprehend more and recognize familiar pictures. A few things &lt;em&gt;not&lt;/em&gt; to be concerned about: bowed legs (almost always normal and temporary); parental nudity (he doesn't care if you're naked as a jaybird as long as you're there!); and hitting milestones later than his peers. Remember, every baby is different and they master different skills — like standing and walking — at different ages. Children learn best and build confidence when you let them learn at their own pace, but if you're truly concerned, check with your pediatrician. More things to ask the doc: dietary questions, such as restricting fat and cholesterol in your baby's diet, and the best ways to ensure he gets the nutrients he needs. As for you, Mom, take a hint from your baby and get a move on, whether you're struggling with post pregnancy weight or not. Regular exercise will not only help you shed pounds, it'll boost your mood and help you sleep better at night. Now who wouldn't want that?&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/td&gt;     &lt;/tr&gt;   &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-9089353899775966324?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/9089353899775966324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claire-11-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/9089353899775966324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/9089353899775966324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/claire-11-months.html' title='Claire @ 11 months'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7729726180107436577</id><published>2010-07-21T17:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-24T15:31:47.621-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Weaning from a bottle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEtpxtbFC4I/AAAAAAAACeY/5Xsfwb1tpmw/s1600-h/DSC05407%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05407" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC05407" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEtp0GkG7wI/AAAAAAAACec/sFqhAmjE3iA/DSC05407_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; When is the right time to wean your kid from a bottle? As you can see my oldest who is 4 years and 4 months, already a toddler, is still drinking his milk from the bottle. We have tried to introduce him to a cup, even buying a cute glass so to say, but it only lasted a month. When his sister arrived, he insisted to drink milk in his bottle.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;As I don’t want to get stressed during that time, I agreed to what he wants. Now, we’re having difficulty to let him drink milk on a cup. We are noticing an increase in his milk intake. He is now drinking milk four times a day. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Here are some strategies I need to employ to completely wean him from his bottle:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Offering milk in a cup before every bottle feeding. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Weaning gradually. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Leaving the morning bottle for last. &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;Cuddle and explain. &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p&gt;You can read the whole article &lt;a href="http://www.ivillage.com/weaning-your-toddler-bottle/6-n-146154"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. You may also want to read &lt;a href="http://www.bottle-feeding-baby.com/bottle-feeding-weaning.php"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; article.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7729726180107436577?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7729726180107436577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/weaning-from-bottle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7729726180107436577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7729726180107436577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/weaning-from-bottle.html' title='Weaning from a bottle'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TEtp0GkG7wI/AAAAAAAACec/sFqhAmjE3iA/s72-c/DSC05407_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-729061778310954727</id><published>2010-07-15T18:59:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T18:59:56.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><title type='text'>Sibling rivalry in bloom?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD-9F_fITxI/AAAAAAAACbY/PHtwXdjfNIc/s1600-h/DSC05371%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05371" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="DSC05371" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD-9G0enB4I/AAAAAAAACbc/UgLEVdjBll4/DSC05371_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I never thought at this early age my two kids would fight. I’m not sure if it’s a sibling rivalry in bloom as I always make sure to explain to Joshua why I need to prioritize Claire’s needs over him. However, lately, I always see him getting the toys his sister plays with.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just yesterday, the husband advised me to talk to him for what he did to his sister. It happened he was playing with a plastic box and his sister crawled to him to get it. He gets mad and forced the box inside his sister’s mouth. The little girl’s lips turned to bloody red because of it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;We talked about it. I explained to him that his little sister still doesn’t know what she is doing, what she wants. Also, she is looking up to him as her Kuya so he better treat his sister well. I even explained to him that if he continues to hurt his sister, I’ll give away his sister to my mom.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Is this the start of something bigger in the future? Help! I don’t know what to do.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-729061778310954727?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/729061778310954727/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/sibling-rivalry-in-bloom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/729061778310954727'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/729061778310954727'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/sibling-rivalry-in-bloom.html' title='Sibling rivalry in bloom?'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD-9G0enB4I/AAAAAAAACbc/UgLEVdjBll4/s72-c/DSC05371_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3462357382798704279</id><published>2010-07-14T23:48:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T23:48:49.763-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>Surreal</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD6vTOsX35I/AAAAAAAACa8/6LQ9s2lDLmo/s1600-h/pr%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pr" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="90" alt="pr" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD6vT8WalOI/AAAAAAAACbA/W-a3zPHc75U/pr_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="217" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And so I thought this blog doesn’t have readers or visitors, but look what I saw down the last part of the page. Can’t believe it, really! Thanks to those who silently visit me here once in a while . &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3462357382798704279?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3462357382798704279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/surreal.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3462357382798704279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3462357382798704279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/surreal.html' title='Surreal'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TD6vT8WalOI/AAAAAAAACbA/W-a3zPHc75U/s72-c/pr_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6700023283189289997</id><published>2010-07-14T21:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-14T21:59:00.145-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>No class today</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;This is what we saw in AAM’s main gate when we bring Joshua to school today. Crap! We were so in a rush just to make it on time only to find out that there is no class today. I need no explanation as the area where the school is still doesn’t have electricity. Hello Meralco?! I’d have to advise Teacher Angel to text us if this happens the next time. It has been announced on TV that class’s resume today but the school didn’t inform us. Argh!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6700023283189289997?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6700023283189289997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-class-today.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6700023283189289997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6700023283189289997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/no-class-today.html' title='No class today'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-110032780634665827</id><published>2010-07-12T19:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-12T19:32:38.495-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedia visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Hello BabyHaler</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TDvQP1mhApI/AAAAAAAACac/kaYEd8HFkns/s1600-h/babyhaler%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="babyhaler" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="97" alt="babyhaler" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TDvQROw7riI/AAAAAAAACag/n8PtOAMP7YU/babyhaler_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Long time no see, right? I have to rummage the back of Joshua’s closet just to find you, didn’t you know? I have forgotten you already. But it seemed you’ll be part of our every day life again for the next month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The husband and I noticed our first born coughs every morning. It started last, last week so we immediately consult his pedia. Since the cough is only during the mornings, he was given Allerkid and Ventar. But after a week, his cough didn’t get well. Worst thing is, we hear him wheezing. So off we go to his pedia again for a follow-up consultation. The idea that is toying in my mind was confirmed by pedia. Indeed, his asthma come back. He was given an antiobiotic, Klaz, that he needs to take for the next seven days aside from the Seretide maintenance for one whole month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He was absent for the first time in school yesterday as I wanted him to just rest. I let him watch movies in bed to avoid playing rough with my cousin. I was so strict with what he eats and forced him not to move at all. Haha! I prefer him that way just to avoid having asthma attack.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-110032780634665827?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/110032780634665827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-babyhaler.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/110032780634665827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/110032780634665827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-babyhaler.html' title='Hello BabyHaler'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TDvQROw7riI/AAAAAAAACag/n8PtOAMP7YU/s72-c/babyhaler_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7016535054903038073</id><published>2010-07-07T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:16:36.941-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='teething'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Breastfeeding struggle</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Now that Claire's two upper incisors has erupted, breastfeeding her has always been a struggle for me. It isn't her first teeth though but it wasn't as painful as it is right now. Her upper teeth has started scraping my boobies that I usually dread the time to feed her. Most often than not, while I cling in pain, I gave her formula. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I really wanted to give up but having her nurse on me for the next two months would mean I was able to breastfeed her on her first year including the first eight months she was exclusively breastfeed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I stumbled upon this &lt;a href="http://www.breastfeedingmums.com/article_breastfeeding_and_teething.htm"&gt;article&lt;/a&gt; that offers tips for a mother who has the same situation as mine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;blockquote&gt;   &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Breastfeeding a teething baby is possibly one of the greatest worries for breastfeeding mothers. Perhaps surprisingly, many mums feel pressurised by other people to stop breastfeeding as soon as the first tooth begins to break through. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;People will express dismay, disgust and sheer incredulity if they think a mum will continue to breastfeed a baby with teeth. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Considering many babies get their first tooth somewhere between four and six months the choice to continue breastfeeding should not really be such a big deal. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Of course mums worry that their baby may bite but they can give quite a nip even before teeth appear. You can soon teach your baby to refrain from biting by simply placing a clean finger between the baby's gums and your nipple and saying &amp;quot;No&amp;quot; in a firm voice. The action will break the suction while the firm voice reinforces your message! You can also stop breastfeeding the baby momentarily and if you do this each time he bites he will soon realise that it is not such a good idea! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes the bite can take you by surprise and can be uncomfortable but in these instances you may find that you instinctively pull away and baby will learn the same lesson - if he bites he loses his lovely drink! &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;People may tell you horror stories about breastfeeding babies biting so hard that they drew blood. This is very rare. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Please remember that your baby is not consciously hurting you. Biting helps relieve the pressure on his teething gums and eases the pain a little. Babies will bite and chew at anything they can put to their mouths.Try giving your baby a teething toy or a teething ring which has been stored in the fridge - the cold will help numb the pain. Sometimes a teething gel such as Bonjela or Dentinox can help or you can try herbal remedies. Ask advice from your healthcare provider before giving any medications. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sometimes breastfeeding babies bite when they are just playing - in the same way that a bottle-fed baby chews and pulls on the teat of the bottle.Your breastfed baby is simply experimenting and learning. He will very soon realise the rule of cause and effect and he will tire of it before too long!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7016535054903038073?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7016535054903038073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/breastfeeding-struggle.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7016535054903038073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7016535054903038073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/breastfeeding-struggle.html' title='Breastfeeding struggle'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3951839176927182980</id><published>2010-07-02T23:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T23:20:46.703-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Carl in the eyes of Teacher Angel</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was at AAM’s Parent Orientation earlier today. The program includes introduction of teachers and teacher aides as well as an introduction of what Montessori learning is all about. What I like most about the program is how they presented a glimpse of what’s happening in school, how they teach the kids. They point out that the Montessori way of learning is not to control the student to learn but instead control the environment where the student learns.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the program, I was able to ask Teacher Angel how Joshua (or Carl for them) behaves in school. Here are her observations:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;He has good grip of the pencil and the colors. (&lt;em&gt;thanks to his one year in a Day Care Center&lt;/em&gt;)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is independent. He doesn’t need assistance during break time; however he plays with his food first before eating it.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;He is talkative, he speaks loud. Also, he always talk to his seatmate (&lt;em&gt;who happens to be a girl&lt;/em&gt;) even if his mouth is full.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;He understands English even if he isn’t an English speaker. They were using simple English to teach that’s why. Teacher Angel advised me to speak to him in English even at home so as to practice him.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;He listens but seldom repeats what he is doing if the teacher’s attention is not on him anymore. &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One thing that really makes me blurt into laughter is him calling the teacher aide in a loud voice “Leah! Leah! Leah!” No miss, simply the name. He latter called the teacher aide Ms. Leah when he was told to call her that way. LOL!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;That’s how he has been assessed by his teacher for the four weeks he has been attending school.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3951839176927182980?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3951839176927182980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/carl-in-eyes-of-teacher-angel.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3951839176927182980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3951839176927182980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/07/carl-in-eyes-of-teacher-angel.html' title='Carl in the eyes of Teacher Angel'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8739937129273055843</id><published>2010-06-29T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T18:33:31.287-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>AAM Alma Mater Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joshua sings this every single day in school. No wonder, he was able to memorize it in a month time.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TCqe3vsR3qI/AAAAAAAACZM/6R1XXZlspIk/s1600-h/AAM%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="AAM" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="183" alt="AAM" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TCqe4ujJuYI/AAAAAAAACZQ/okvA3c4AgOk/AAM_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hail alma mater hail     &lt;br /&gt;Ann Arbor Montessori      &lt;br /&gt;We your loving children      &lt;br /&gt;Will walk our way to glory      &lt;br /&gt;With all the grace of God      &lt;br /&gt;We pledge our faith and loyalty      &lt;br /&gt;Hail alma mater hail      &lt;br /&gt;The school we love so dear.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8739937129273055843?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8739937129273055843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/aam-alma-mater-song.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8739937129273055843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8739937129273055843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/aam-alma-mater-song.html' title='AAM Alma Mater Song'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TCqe4ujJuYI/AAAAAAAACZQ/okvA3c4AgOk/s72-c/AAM_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1527441509579937381</id><published>2010-06-24T17:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-24T17:29:19.192-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Sickies in the house</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The kids are sick! I hear the Kuya coughing hard every morning. I’m thinking he already has phlegm. The Baby is restless as she can’t breathe properly due to her colds. Off we go to their pedia on Sunday for their check-up. We’d have to ask their pedia if he can administer the flu vaccine for Kuya as he is already due for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The hardest part of being a mom is seeing her kids sick. Cliche as it may sound, I wish the cough and the colds will be transferred to me. It tears my heart to see the kids suffer.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1527441509579937381?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1527441509579937381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/sickies-in-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1527441509579937381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1527441509579937381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/sickies-in-house.html' title='Sickies in the house'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8320606554293471092</id><published>2010-06-19T01:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T01:07:26.319-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school requirements'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Mommy wants this!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Joshua has been attending Junior Casa at Ann Arbor Montessori for the past two weeks now. They have an earlier school opening compared to other schools. My husband’s cousin whose son also goes to that school advised us not to buy any bag (big bag on that matter) as there would be no notebooks or books to buy only activity sheets which are given to the kids on a daily basis.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;And so, the husband and I decided not to buy another bag and opt to use the old backpack we bought last year when Joshua attended school in a day care center.&amp;#160; But I’m starting to change my mind though when I saw Skip Hop Zoo Lunchies insulated bad. Perfect for my kiddo’s baon. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The downside is I can’t find any online shop here in this side of the world that sells this on-hand. All are pre-order.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m eyeing on two-designs for Joshua’s lunchbag: Dog or Penguin. An eye candy for the little tot =)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBx6rb7HDpI/AAAAAAAACYA/d90xbOBqGoI/s1600-h/prd_212101_exp%5B9%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="220" alt="" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBx6shE_TZI/AAAAAAAACYE/1ilvLf5mNlE/prd_212101_exp_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="219" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBx6t97QXaI/AAAAAAAACYI/Rul-RH0vWEs/s1600-h/prd_212100_exp%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; border-left: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="220" alt="" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBx6vLZbeUI/AAAAAAAACYM/WJfPzOQBBqU/prd_212100_exp_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8320606554293471092?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8320606554293471092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-wants-this.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8320606554293471092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8320606554293471092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/mommy-wants-this.html' title='Mommy wants this!'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBx6shE_TZI/AAAAAAAACYE/1ilvLf5mNlE/s72-c/prd_212101_exp_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6037264956435603815</id><published>2010-06-17T20:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:18:11.996-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><title type='text'>Guilty</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I felt so bad and guilty today.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBrlTLxZj-I/AAAAAAAACW4/V4L0nkJTJBE/s1600-h/DSC05297%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05297" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC05297" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBrlUFelpzI/AAAAAAAACW8/WD-jPKoDBzk/DSC05297_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Earlier today, around 2 in the morning, after feeling something heavy on my foot, I heard a loud thud. I immediately went off the bed to see my little girl on the floor. She was awake although she cried when I blurted out her name.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;The husband woke up too only to find out I was caressing my little girl chest while repeatedly saying I was sorry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;He got the little girl that made Claire cry louder, only to find out that she wants to be carried by me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;After a few minutes, she nursed on me and went back to sleep. At the moment, I asked my mom to check on her and see if there are changes on her moods and movements.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;It was the first time ever a child of mine fell of the bed. Even when I am sleeping, I am still aware of their movements. I really felt bad now. I am scared. I felt guilty. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6037264956435603815?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6037264956435603815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/guilty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6037264956435603815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6037264956435603815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/guilty.html' title='Guilty'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBrlUFelpzI/AAAAAAAACW8/WD-jPKoDBzk/s72-c/DSC05297_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8794837104818130559</id><published>2010-06-16T19:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T19:20:20.791-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school diaries'/><title type='text'>Panatang Makabayan</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Woah! Thanks to my son who is in school, I have learned that there is a new version of our Panatang Makabayan. And so, I thought, I was teaching him the correct pledge. Lo and behold, it wasn't. Shame on me =) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyways, here is the old version of the Panatang Makabayan. This was the one I grew up with, reciting it daily after Lupang Hinirang during my elementary days' flag ceremony. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panatang Makabayan     &lt;br /&gt;Iniibig ko ang Pilipinas      &lt;br /&gt;Ito ang aking lupang sinilangan      &lt;br /&gt;Ito ang tahanan ng aking lahi      &lt;br /&gt;Ako ay kanyang kinukupkop at tinutulungan      &lt;br /&gt;Upang maging malakas, maligaya at kapakipakinabang      &lt;br /&gt;Bilang ganti, diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang      &lt;br /&gt;Susundin ko ang mga tuntunin ng aking paaralan      &lt;br /&gt;Tutuparin ko ang mga tungkulin ng isang mamamayang makabayan at masunurin sa batas      &lt;br /&gt;Paglilingkuran ko ang aking bayan nang walang pag-iimbot at nang buong katapatan      &lt;br /&gt;Sisikapin kong maging isang tunay na Pilipino sa isip, sa salita, at sa gawa. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;On the other hand, here is the new version which my son and my daughter will grew up with. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Panatang Makabayan     &lt;br /&gt;Iniibig ko ang Pilipinas,      &lt;br /&gt;aking lupang sinilangan,      &lt;br /&gt;tahanan ng aking lahi;      &lt;br /&gt;kinukupkop ako at tinutulungan      &lt;br /&gt;maging malakas, masipag, at marangal.      &lt;br /&gt;Dahil mahal ko ang Pilipinas,      &lt;br /&gt;diringgin ko ang payo ng aking mga magulang,      &lt;br /&gt;susundin ko ang tuntunin ng paaralan,      &lt;br /&gt;tutuparin ko ang tungkulin ng mamamayang makabayan;      &lt;br /&gt;naglilingkod, nag-aaral, at nagdarasal      &lt;br /&gt;nang buong katapatan.      &lt;br /&gt;Iaalay ko ang aking buhay, pangarap,pagsisikap      &lt;br /&gt;sa bansang Pilipinas.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8794837104818130559?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8794837104818130559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/panatang-makabayan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8794837104818130559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8794837104818130559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/panatang-makabayan.html' title='Panatang Makabayan'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8437914388182923136</id><published>2010-06-15T18:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T18:33:45.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Throwing a fit</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBgp8Sfl4_I/AAAAAAAACWo/OLmxO9iz8t8/s1600-h/DSC05365%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05365" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="DSC05365" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBgp936fE_I/AAAAAAAACWs/1yC6L1GpybM/DSC05365_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; My husband and I have a quick movie date yesterday and watched “The Karate Kid.” What stuck to my head was how Mr. Han (Jackie Chan) taught Dre Parker (Jaden Smith) kung fu. The learning system revolved in by putting a jacket on, taking it off, hanging it up, and taking it down.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After the movie, I even joke the husband to teach our son how to be disciplined as I always receive calls from my mom every single day that the little boy is throwing a fit. I got all stressed up learning that even my mom can’t handle his attitude. He was always crying and screaming whenever he can’t get what he wants. If you scold him, he’d promise to behave but a few minutes after, here he goes again. I really don’t know what to do with him. I have tried to speak in mellow voice so as for him to understand that we were getting mad whenever he throws tantrums and for him to realize that he can’t get all he wants but to no avail. I had no choice but to put my voice in a higher tone to catch his attention and for him to follow me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Wherever we are, we aren’t saved from shame as he’d wail on the top of his lungs whenever he wants a toy and wants to go to some place. I tell you, I have seen him lying on the floor (public places, i.e., mall) if we say “no” to whatever he wants.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He was really getting to be a hard headed boy. Good Lord, what shall I do?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8437914388182923136?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8437914388182923136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/throwing-fit.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8437914388182923136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8437914388182923136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/throwing-fit.html' title='Throwing a fit'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TBgp936fE_I/AAAAAAAACWs/1yC6L1GpybM/s72-c/DSC05365_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6428894195197074705</id><published>2010-06-10T16:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-10T16:53:29.089-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedia visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Tigdas Hangin</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tigdas Hangin&lt;/em&gt; or Roseola Infantum is a fairly mild and common viral illness that usually strikes children between 6 months and 3 years of age. Roseola is caused by a kind of herpes virus, although not the type that's sexually transmitted.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;My little girl has caught the virus and had high fever Monday night. We had administered Paracetamol to her every four hours as prescribed by her pedia. She had rashes on her buttocks which I thought was diaper rashes. Her fever was on and off and so on the third day, we gave her a bath before we head off to her pedia.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Indeed, the pedia confirmed it was &lt;em&gt;tigdas hangin&lt;/em&gt;. There were no more fever but the rashes are more visible on her face and back. She is starting to have appetite again and isn’t anymore restless.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Get well my baby Claire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Info regarding Roseola Infantum is found &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_roseola_10885.bc"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6428894195197074705?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6428894195197074705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/tigdas-hangin.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6428894195197074705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6428894195197074705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/tigdas-hangin.html' title='Tigdas Hangin'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-553267423881880028</id><published>2010-06-04T18:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T18:57:23.280-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling love'/><title type='text'>The kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Here is a recent picture of my two lovely kids before we attend church.&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAmu_MRFxsI/AAAAAAAACVs/dgM8OFTfKOM/s1600-h/DSC05371%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05371" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="DSC05371" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAmvAUYO1mI/AAAAAAAACVw/AP8knNVTB3M/DSC05371_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Claire has been an active little girl and now blabs and blabs a lot. She now knows if she’ll be left behind as she would crawl towards me and would ask to be carried. If I’ll be giving her to my mom, she’ll turn her back and cling to me. She also eats a lot and can consume Earth’s Best Second Foods in one sitting – she really have a big appetite. She can say “mama” and “papa” at times. She is now trying to stand alone without support – of course we have to be alert all the time. We can’t even leave her alone even when she’s sleeping.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Joshua, on the other hand, has been a protective Kuya to his baby (he’s claiming Claire is his baby not ours). If they are lying on bed, he’d made sure his legs are on the edge of the bed to prevent his sister from falling. If he’s taking his milk, one of his hands is holding her sister’s legs. He doesn’t want her sister to fall down and even told the latter that if she falls down, she’ll be lying beside their Tito Dennis. He will be going to big school on Monday. Although, this isn’t his first time to go to school, I am still wishing and hoping and praying all is well and that he can easily adjust to a new environment. I am also wishing his English vocabulary would widen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-553267423881880028?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/553267423881880028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/553267423881880028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/553267423881880028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/kids.html' title='The kids'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAmvAUYO1mI/AAAAAAAACVw/AP8knNVTB3M/s72-c/DSC05371_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6827211173361908195</id><published>2010-06-03T19:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T19:19:51.465-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first birthday'/><title type='text'>On Claire’s First Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAhiwf52TkI/AAAAAAAACVc/FjhneiFEZrc/s1600-h/pooh%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="pooh" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="170" alt="pooh" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAhixQ9dHTI/AAAAAAAACVg/rbSYxtKYrNg/pooh_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="170" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In less than a two months now, my little girl will be turning one. By this time, I should have been like the other mommies who are in full blast preparing for their kid's first birthday party. However, the husband and I agreed to shy away from the buzz of big parties and what not's. We wanted to keep the day simple and yet memorable for our small family. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We are now weighing options on how to celebrate it. Throwing even a simple party is not on our list. Even the most common Jollibee party is not also an option. Most probably, we will just go somewhere outside the skirts of the metro (it'll be rainy season on August) and spend the day there. What's important is for us to thank God for keeping my daughter safe for the first year of her life. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Should I feel guilty of not giving her a party?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6827211173361908195?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6827211173361908195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-claires-first-birthday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6827211173361908195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6827211173361908195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-claires-first-birthday.html' title='On Claire’s First Birthday'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/TAhixQ9dHTI/AAAAAAAACVg/rbSYxtKYrNg/s72-c/pooh_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1481956743847390019</id><published>2010-06-01T21:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:07:12.981-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school requirements'/><title type='text'>School supplies</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Last Monday, the husband and I together with Joshua went to Ann Arbor for his uniform fitting. Afterwards, we got the list of school supplies needed. I love cramming! I was shocked when I saw how long the list was. I never thought being in Junior Casa requires such supplies. I also learned that school nowadays requires certain school supplie with a specific brand. Gawd! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Here is the long list I was pertaining to:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 pcs Big pencil (Mongol #2)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 pcs Sharpener for big pencil&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 pcs Eraser&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;30 pcs Oslo&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;30 pcs Art paper (assorted colors)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;4 pcs Long folder with plastic cover &amp;amp; fastener&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 box Colored pencils (Colleen brand)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 box Modelling clay, 10 colors (Dong A brand)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Small apron&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 btl Glue (big)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Plastic envelope (short)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;5 rolls Toilet paper&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Plastic envelope expanded w/ handle (long)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 box Crayola 16 colors&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;2 pcs Cartolina (assorted colors)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pair Blunt scissors&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 set Water color&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 ream Mimeo paper (long)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;30 pcs Bond paper (long)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Masking tape (thick)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Scotch tape (thick)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;1 pc Empty shoe box (grooming kit) &lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1481956743847390019?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1481956743847390019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-supplies.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1481956743847390019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1481956743847390019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/06/school-supplies.html' title='School supplies'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1905713639691507244</id><published>2010-05-27T16:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T16:25:11.135-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling love'/><title type='text'>The kids lately</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_7_Q2RDajI/AAAAAAAACUI/dJf4s_lAFrk/s1600-h/DSC05346%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05346" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="DSC05346" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_7_SNZ3ChI/AAAAAAAACUM/mFaNEwbx4Z0/DSC05346_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;They occupy the whole bed when sleeping! The husband and I had no choice but to sleep on both ends of the bed to prevent the kids from falling. And when they woke up, each of them has to have their bottle of milk.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_7_TkyJnoI/AAAAAAAACUQ/3HD-FKLtNFs/s1600-h/DSC05374%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05374" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="DSC05374" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_7_Uw01x1I/AAAAAAAACUU/k8z8WWrCGZU/DSC05374_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Seeing them together gives me utmost happiness! It was always a bliss seeing them.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1905713639691507244?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1905713639691507244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-lately.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1905713639691507244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1905713639691507244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/kids-lately.html' title='The kids lately'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_7_SNZ3ChI/AAAAAAAACUM/mFaNEwbx4Z0/s72-c/DSC05346_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-204338452619186309</id><published>2010-05-24T18:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-24T18:02:15.032-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>To the rescue</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday has been so taxing for me and the little girl. Our day started a little bit early when I notice Claire being restless at four in the morning. She has been trying to nurse with me every single minute. I thought it was because of the weather. It was so hot even in the wee hour of the morning. By six in the morning, i felt she was a little hot than the usual. I took it as a cue and took her temperature. It was 37 degree celsius. I let her drink plenty of water.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_shj6cvTRI/AAAAAAAACTg/UcqdTzWHF-4/s1600-h/kool%20fever%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="kool fever" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="kool fever" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_shlfrUsdI/AAAAAAAACTk/7gCNWKhorSI/kool%20fever_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="150" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; By ten in the morning, her temperature still doesn’t change. Thank God for Kool Fever – the rescuer. During the duration of her fever, she is extra clingy to me – not wanting to be carried even her dad. She consumes little milk too and would really drink milk until the last drop if she sees her kuya drinking milk too.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And this morning, she is now back to normal. I can see the return of my bubbly Claire. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-204338452619186309?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/204338452619186309/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-rescue.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/204338452619186309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/204338452619186309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-rescue.html' title='To the rescue'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_shlfrUsdI/AAAAAAAACTk/7gCNWKhorSI/s72-c/kool%20fever_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6744647550988802779</id><published>2010-05-19T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-19T17:34:27.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby claire'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sibling love'/><title type='text'>Bath time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Claire has finally learned to love bath time. She now knows to play with the water. And her kuya? He always insist that they’ll take a bath together.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_SDbP_bSBI/AAAAAAAACTA/L8YByMCOtQ4/s1600-h/DSC05041%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05041" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="DSC05041" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_SDcTE0pZI/AAAAAAAACTE/KW5Is2AOCNo/DSC05041_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6744647550988802779?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6744647550988802779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/bath-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6744647550988802779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6744647550988802779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/bath-time.html' title='Bath time'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S_SDcTE0pZI/AAAAAAAACTE/KW5Is2AOCNo/s72-c/DSC05041_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5603151898711208805</id><published>2010-05-07T23:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-07T23:13:35.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S-UBBp8NciI/AAAAAAAACSY/O1U5G-jBdVI/s1600-h/P3070017%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="P3070017" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="282" alt="P3070017" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S-UBC8TjHeI/AAAAAAAACSc/q27XHMv-PRQ/P3070017_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;M&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for the million things she gave me,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;O&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means only that she's growing old,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for the tears she shed to save me,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;H&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for her heart of purest gold;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;E&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is for her eyes, with love-light shining,     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000" size="4"&gt;R&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; means right, and right she'll always be,     &lt;br /&gt;Put them all together, they spell &lt;strong&gt;&lt;font color="#ff0000"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;,     &lt;br /&gt;A word that means the world to me. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;To all the mom’s in the world.. To my MOM who continuously love me and my kids unconditionally.. To my MOM-IN-LAW.. &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5603151898711208805?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5603151898711208805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5603151898711208805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5603151898711208805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/mom.html' title='MOM'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S-UBC8TjHeI/AAAAAAAACSc/q27XHMv-PRQ/s72-c/P3070017_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3750198340749047555</id><published>2010-05-05T16:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-05T16:42:57.638-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school requirements'/><title type='text'>To do’s</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I’ve got to prepare the requirements we need to submit upon Joshua’s enrollment at Ann Arbor this weekend. Although the enrollment is still on May 15, it is better to prepare the papers early than to cram, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And for me not to forgot it, I have to put this specific list in my wallet and cross out what have I accomplished.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;ol&gt;   &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Take Joshua to a photo studio for his 1x1 ID picture.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Follow-up with his previous school if they have Good Moral Character and Letter of Recommendation for my kid.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Follow-up with his previous school if he has a report card and have it photocopied.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Have his birth and baptismal certificate photocopied as well.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt;    &lt;li&gt;     &lt;div align="justify"&gt;Prepare the money :-)&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ol&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;There, i still have more than one week to accomplish my list.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3750198340749047555?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3750198340749047555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-dos.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3750198340749047555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3750198340749047555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/to-dos.html' title='To do’s'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4713009061709215433</id><published>2010-05-04T21:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T21:01:37.183-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>Nail biting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I am one frustrated mother. You know why? It has been a month already and I noticed my kid is starting to bite his nails. I blame the husband for this as he has the habit to bite his nails too. I'm getting tired of telling the little boy to stop biting his nails. Help!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_nail-biting_11559.bc"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 align="justify"&gt;Why it happens&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If your toddler is biting his nails, you may worry that he's anxious about something. After all, many people describe nail biting as a &amp;quot;nervous habit.&amp;quot; But anxiety is only one explanation for why children nip at their nails. Your toddler may be doing it for a number of other less worrisome reasons — out of curiosity or boredom, to relieve stress, to pass the time, or simply from force of habit. Of all the nervous habits — which include thumb sucking, hair twisting, and nose picking — nail biting is the most common (almost all kids do it at some point) and the most likely to continue into adulthood. About a third of elementary school students and half of adolescents bite their nails, at least for a little while. Still, chances are your child will stop the habit on his own, either because he loses interest or because his friends and classmates tease him about it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;h5 align="justify"&gt;What to do&lt;/h5&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keep his hands occupied.&lt;/strong&gt; If you can pinpoint the times and places when your child's particularly likely to bite his nails — while watching TV, for example, or riding in the car — try giving him substitutes such as finger puppets, a squeezable ball, or a bendable toy to keep his hands busy. Cut his fingernails short so there's nothing to tempt him to bite.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Wait and hope.&lt;/strong&gt; Beyond giving him toys to play with, your best bet is to ignore the behavior altogether. Your toddler's nail biting is an unconscious habit, which means he doesn't realize he's doing it — until you call attention to it, of course — so nagging and punishing won't help. And explaining to him how gross you think it is will probably just enthrall him and goad him into doing it even more. And if your child is in the throes of toddler contrariness — when everything you ask for elicits a hearty &amp;quot;no&amp;quot; in response — he might respond to pressure to stop by embracing the habit with full zeal. You'll see bitter-tasting solutions at the drugstore, but at this age, painting these concoctions on his nails will seem like unjust punishment. (They will be more helpful as reminders in the elementary years when he'll probably want to stop.)&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Check it out.&lt;/strong&gt; In some cases, nail biting — especially if grouped with other nervous behaviors — can signal tension. For example, if your child bites his nails so intensely that he tears his nail beds or bloodies his fingertips, or chews on his nails &lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; engages in other self-destructive behaviors such as pulling his hair out, talk to his pediatrician. He may be suffering more anxiety or stress than is usual for kids his age. Most children, however, choose one or a few habits to indulge in (thumb sucking and nose play is a common combination), then give them up without any encouragement. Do your best to ignore the habit and all of a sudden one day you'll realize it's gone the way of diapers and teething rings.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4713009061709215433?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4713009061709215433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/nail-biting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4713009061709215433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4713009061709215433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/05/nail-biting.html' title='Nail biting'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-6499060260132519190</id><published>2010-04-20T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T17:34:40.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He can now write</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were sort of frustrated to teach Joshua how to write his name as well as numbers and letters. We started with numbers and up to now, he is no master in writing it. I was kinda surprised when my mom told me she saw my son writing his name. No one, and I mean no one taught him how to write his name. He knows how to spell it though, thanks to making it his password on my laptop. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;And when my mom showed me the proof, I was totally in awe. He really knows how to write his name though the J is written in reverse. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S85HyHBfvhI/AAAAAAAACQQ/3Cv6g3btsPI/s1600-h/DSC05058%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05058" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="DSC05058" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S85Hy62akgI/AAAAAAAACQU/aTkA44C9OUY/DSC05058_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S85H0DIViFI/AAAAAAAACQY/2qo9c0tWDHI/s1600-h/DSC05065%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC05065" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="245" alt="DSC05065" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S85H1MW_O3I/AAAAAAAACQc/ve62TU2ksWk/DSC05065_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now I believe when he told me during his assessment htat he was able to write his name. Hahaha! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pardon the pics as it was kinda blurred.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-6499060260132519190?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/6499060260132519190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-can-now-write.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6499060260132519190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/6499060260132519190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/04/he-can-now-write.html' title='He can now write'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S85Hy62akgI/AAAAAAAACQU/aTkA44C9OUY/s72-c/DSC05058_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5725600043861887474</id><published>2010-03-28T20:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T20:23:00.730-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='news'/><title type='text'>GSK’s Rotarix contains pig virus</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;This is so alarming. Claire had it twice. Gawd! Is this really for real?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S7AdEImj4wI/AAAAAAAACPo/Svn3Qw0Acz0/s1600-h/GSK-vaccines-ad2%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="GSK-vaccines-ad2" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="212" alt="GSK-vaccines-ad2" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S7AdE0smF3I/AAAAAAAACPs/nQbeGQiM5gs/GSK-vaccines-ad2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;FDA Says Stop Using GSK's Rotavirus Vaccine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Officials from the Food and Drug Administration are advising doctors to stop vaccinating with Rotarix, one of two vaccines available to protect kids against the diarrhea-causing rotavirus, HealthDay &lt;a href="http://www.usnews.com/health/diet-fitness/digestive-disorders/articles/2010/03/22/fda-asks-docs-to-suspend-using-glaxo-rotavirus-vaccine.html"&gt;reports&lt;/a&gt;. Researchers found that Rotarix, which is made by GlaxoSmithKline, contained pig virus. But FDA Commissioner Margaret Hamburg said that the virus is probably harmless and that the vaccine appears to be safe, according to HealthDay. The recommendation will stand until the agency discovers how porcine circovirus 1 (PCV1) got into the vaccine, which came on the market in 2008, and assesses its effects.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Read more &lt;a href="http://www.usnews.com/health/family-health/childrens-health/articles/2010/03/23/health-buzz-fda-says-to-temporarily-stop-using-gsks-rotavirus-vaccine.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5725600043861887474?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5725600043861887474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/gsks-rotarix-contains-pig-virus.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5725600043861887474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5725600043861887474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/gsks-rotarix-contains-pig-virus.html' title='GSK’s Rotarix contains pig virus'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S7AdE0smF3I/AAAAAAAACPs/nQbeGQiM5gs/s72-c/GSK-vaccines-ad2_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7774185406339165603</id><published>2010-03-18T20:38:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:38:13.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Joshua’s Recognition Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxb1dCyZI/AAAAAAAACNM/GyTBBg-oYpM/s1600-h/IMG_3524%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3524" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3524" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxc0yND2I/AAAAAAAACNQ/imxUE23cIVY/IMG_3524_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Yesterday, March 18 was one of the lists of firsts for Joshua. It was his Recognition Day and Closing Party. The program should have started at 9am but one parent was too late and arrived an hour after. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We were first oriented with what to do tomorrow for their closing exercises. Afterwards, their teacher gave medals to all students for the exemplary behavior and academic excellence.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joshua was given Most Industrious.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxeJZlXyI/AAAAAAAACNU/T5KiRaEvN9I/s1600-h/IMG_3589%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3589" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3589" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxfCph8aI/AAAAAAAACNY/SGJx_uDqB1c/IMG_3589_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxgPd5fJI/AAAAAAAACNc/R5S8JppZkFw/s1600-h/IMG_3592%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3592" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3592" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxg7_ZhmI/AAAAAAAACNg/soJ8URr4V-k/IMG_3592_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Afterwards, the teacher asked the kids to sing “I Can.” At this time, Joshua is throwing a fit already as he was already hungry. So while his classmates were gamely singing with actions, he was just sitting while pouting.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxhsNFDoI/AAAAAAAACNk/5agFZ9lsCkM/s1600-h/IMG_3636%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3636" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3636" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxiVqy1iI/AAAAAAAACNo/-tj76N4gsm4/IMG_3636_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, it’s finally eating time. Joshua was all excited and had eaten what I gave him. See, he is really hungry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxj5hjgMI/AAAAAAAACNs/jWn5vb2vBZU/s1600-h/IMG_3652%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3652" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3652" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxki8OFnI/AAAAAAAACNw/3dbTzYSNnyE/IMG_3652_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxl2dOaSI/AAAAAAAACN0/OgkhMHvtGUo/s1600-h/IMG_3653%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3653" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3653" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxm-ZNENI/AAAAAAAACN4/0PCt_7skgHc/IMG_3653_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Afterwards, after helping the other parents to clean the place we saw him in the corner busy playing.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LxnwrIalI/AAAAAAAACN8/LbpWnPmVV9M/s1600-h/IMG_3674%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3674" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3674" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxo1Qz8MI/AAAAAAAACOA/9-GGu4Uw0jY/IMG_3674_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; He isn’t a baby anymore. He knows how to entertain himself while we are busy with our own thing. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Congrats to you Kuya Joshua!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7774185406339165603?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7774185406339165603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/joshuas-recognition-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7774185406339165603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7774185406339165603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/joshuas-recognition-day.html' title='Joshua’s Recognition Day'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lxc0yND2I/AAAAAAAACNQ/imxUE23cIVY/s72-c/IMG_3524_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7523645284921397232</id><published>2010-03-18T20:21:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:21:56.029-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='boo-boo'/><title type='text'>First boo-boo</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Side kwento: My son, like other kids, are attracted to toys. We always have to veer away his attention whenever we saw a toy peddler when we goes home. One time though, the father has no choice but to let my son buy something. A cheapskate toy not only for himself but also for his sister (a pasalubong).&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;One night, while I was busy cleaning up the Kuya, the father was watching Claire play. Afterwards, the husband told me Claire's fingers were caught inside the rattle (the toy Joshua bought as pasalubong for her). The next day, I forgot to tell my mom not to let Claire play with the rattle anymore to prevent what happened the other night. Come night time, I saw her fingers and looked like this. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtxCKNwhI/AAAAAAAACM8/oGqt2tyAg5Q/s1600-h/IMG_37524.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3752" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3752" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtySRHG5I/AAAAAAAACNA/oku_-0JP384/IMG_3752_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The culprit is this cheapskate rattle. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtznsEpsI/AAAAAAAACNE/zw9KE_3qYEE/s1600-h/IMG_37124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3712" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3712" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lt0rh0aZI/AAAAAAAACNI/ekco02P0DBI/IMG_3712_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I know Joshua will be heartbroken when he sees the toy on our trash so it is temporary safe kept at the back of their closet.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7523645284921397232?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7523645284921397232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-boo-boo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7523645284921397232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7523645284921397232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/first-boo-boo.html' title='First boo-boo'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtySRHG5I/AAAAAAAACNA/oku_-0JP384/s72-c/IMG_3752_thumb2.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7794151004778887909</id><published>2010-03-18T20:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-18T20:24:11.413-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby developments'/><title type='text'>Claire @ 7 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtrJq6k4I/AAAAAAAACMs/zKHvZbhY_Co/s1600-h/IMG_3725%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3725" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3725" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtsAXX8CI/AAAAAAAACMw/9XrmhDOh730/IMG_3725_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/first-year/month-by-month/month-7.aspx"&gt;What to Expect&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="489" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="485"&gt;           &lt;p align="left"&gt;7-Month-Old Baby              &lt;br /&gt;I like that song, mommy! Sing it again…and again…and again… &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Babies this age love predictability (it makes them feel powerful and secure), so be prepared to croon &amp;quot;Itsy Bitsy Spider&amp;quot; a couple thousand times over the next several weeks. Seven-month-olds also love to explore, so expect some serious efforts (or attempts at least) by your little one to get around independently. That means it's time for a thorough babyproofing if you haven't already, and time to stay extra-vigilant about what your mini octopus can get his tentacles on. &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;By now, your baby might also be able to wave bye-bye, play patty-cake, or blow kisses. Along with new skills and burgeoning independence comes a whole new attitude: I want to be in charge of me! Don't be surprised if this shift results in some major meltdowns with Mommy (perhaps the first but certainly not the last!) especially during transition times, e.g., when you walk in the door from work. (Not to worry — there are several strategies to smooth your reentry.) Baby's appetite is on the uptick, so snacking now plays a supporting role to the three-meals-a-day plan. And while snacking in moderation is good, grazing (snacking all day with no real meals) is not suggested for a host of reasons, including the fact that grazing interferes with play, sociability, and proper nutrition. Finally, some moms may be wondering about weaning and that's fine. But if breastfeeding still works for you and your baby, keep it up! &lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Claire nowadays loves to babbles, babbles and babbles. She seldom giggles but screams in delight every now and then. She knows how to play peek-a-boo. She closes and opens her hand when you sing &amp;quot;close-open&amp;quot;. She screams when she sees her brother coming. She screams when she hears us singing &amp;quot;London bridge&amp;quot;. She loves to roll-over and occupies the whole bed. She sleeps tummy down. She can sit head unsupported. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I, on the other hand, plans to wean her. I'm giving myself another month before she goes formula 100%. Work is getting more hectic now as we gear towards 24/7 support - me not exempted from it. So, I have to follow the shifting schedule now.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;This month, we finally changed her supplementary milk to Nan 2. &lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Lts33ibJI/AAAAAAAACM0/wUVGkdR3PIU/s1600-h/IMG_3749%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3749" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3749" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6Ltt79UmnI/AAAAAAAACM4/Ku5QWtr4XWg/IMG_3749_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7794151004778887909?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7794151004778887909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/claire-7-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7794151004778887909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7794151004778887909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/claire-7-months.html' title='Claire @ 7 months'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S6LtsAXX8CI/AAAAAAAACMw/9XrmhDOh730/s72-c/IMG_3725_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5136739063252995878</id><published>2010-03-12T00:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T00:59:29.788-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Look-a-likes</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;I was browsing through old pictures on my PC when I found an almost the same shot of Joshua and Claire. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5oCaYiI1PI/AAAAAAAACMk/d5VUJVABPcQ/s1600-h/look-a-like%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="look-a-like" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="212" alt="look-a-like" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5oCb4bANbI/AAAAAAAACMo/BOLAyvs1rrk/look-a-like_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joshua was 10-month old here, while Claire was only 6-month. They almost look like each other. The only difference I see is Joshua's head is bigger and Claire's eyes are smaller.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5136739063252995878?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5136739063252995878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-likes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5136739063252995878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5136739063252995878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/look-likes.html' title='Look-a-likes'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5oCb4bANbI/AAAAAAAACMo/BOLAyvs1rrk/s72-c/look-a-like_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8718028931874431690</id><published>2010-03-11T05:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T05:25:47.254-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>Sleeping time</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Before, Joshua would watch UP every single night as I shared &lt;a href="http://chateryn.blogspot.com/2009/12/now-showing-up.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Hooray! He finally graduated from that movie. His latest addiction is THE SPIDERWICK CHRONICLES. Again, as his addiction, he has to watch it every single night, no matter how sleepy he is. That only means, he sleeps very, very late.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5jvVAZD0VI/AAAAAAAACMc/w5lnOwW4fZA/s1600-h/spiderwick%20chronicles%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="spiderwick chronicles" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="spiderwick chronicles" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5jvWtR_ZII/AAAAAAAACMg/Fddf8uYDkR4/spiderwick%20chronicles_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="182" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Sleeping very, very late would mean he’d wake up late too. We finally saw how we could still allow him to watch the movie but without sleeping late. We would eat early, 7pm that is. Afterwards, he’d be having his bath time then milk time then movie time. It has been working for a week now. Hope the routine continues until he gets tired of watching it and finds another addiction.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8718028931874431690?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8718028931874431690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleeping-time.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8718028931874431690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8718028931874431690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/sleeping-time.html' title='Sleeping time'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5jvWtR_ZII/AAAAAAAACMg/Fddf8uYDkR4/s72-c/spiderwick%20chronicles_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3881744519422317316</id><published>2010-03-05T02:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T02:47:29.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='milestones'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Claire’s 1st solid food</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Claire had her first taste of solid food last 26th of February, a week after she turned 6th months. I intended to postpone it until her 8th month. I personally believe my milk is still the best for her. However, when her pedia gave us the go signal for solid feeding, can’t contain my excitement and when shopping for her gears and food. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhHSfl8fI/AAAAAAAACJ8/EKrs8XdrHjs/s1600-h/IMG_2973%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2973" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_2973" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhH80lTOI/AAAAAAAACKA/F2mIAitHZXE/IMG_2973_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I specifically bought Munchkin for her bowls and spoons for two reasons: they are BPA-free and colorful. Next stop is to look for ready-to-eat baby foods with no SOYA. She is like her kuya, a G6PD+ baby. Cerelac is out in the list. Good thing, I was able to find Earth’s Best. What’s good about it is it’s organic and soya-free.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhIxvGm_I/AAAAAAAACKE/sUC8Jag76no/s1600-h/IMG_2994%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2994" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_2994" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhJr1EkwI/AAAAAAAACKI/Ni2Rc-CGxE8/IMG_2994_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I kinda hoarded when I went to Healthy Options. Bought their Rice Cereal, Oatmeal Cereal, 1st Apples, 1st Bananas, 1st Carrots and 1st Sweet Potatoes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhKpjLaTI/AAAAAAAACKM/XaqwstG1KwE/s1600-h/IMG_2981%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_2981" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_2981" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhLVksA8I/AAAAAAAACKQ/P01mkHJY1NQ/IMG_2981_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Her first feeding was given right after she woke-up from her morning nap. It’s rice cereal and my milk for her very first solid food.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhMHbN2RI/AAAAAAAACKU/_dgcM--LxHo/s1600-h/IMG_3004%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3004" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3004" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhNNZBqFI/AAAAAAAACKY/jHEOFDSw6Rk/IMG_3004_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here in this side of the world, there are &lt;em&gt;pamahiins&lt;/em&gt; that says a child must be fed by someone not &lt;em&gt;pihikan&lt;/em&gt; on her first solid food. Who else would fit the description? ME!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhNz6WrQI/AAAAAAAACKc/i6j_kWpaEqE/s1600-h/IMG_3012%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3012" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="IMG_3012" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhOpTOsVI/AAAAAAAACKg/gUcMj93EJag/IMG_3012_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here she is after she gobbled up the food I prepared. Good job Claire!!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhPI5K6HI/AAAAAAAACKk/neKSN8qZ8Jo/s1600-h/IMG_3024%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="IMG_3024" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="IMG_3024" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhP2-fyhI/AAAAAAAACKo/sKrXdMbqWSw/IMG_3024_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3881744519422317316?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3881744519422317316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/claires-1st-solid-food.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3881744519422317316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3881744519422317316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/03/claires-1st-solid-food.html' title='Claire’s 1st solid food'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S5DhH80lTOI/AAAAAAAACKA/F2mIAitHZXE/s72-c/IMG_2973_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-791405675303306994</id><published>2010-02-01T02:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T02:26:36.905-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Sad to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2asU517imI/AAAAAAAACJo/cMCtWL7NGVo/s1600-h/nestle%20nan%201%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="nestle nan 1" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="200" alt="nestle nan 1" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2asW-aup_I/AAAAAAAACJs/1kL1e66NiEs/nestle%20nan%201_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="260" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today marked the first day that Claire tasted infant formula. My milk production literally dropped and I got stressed seeing myself not able to produce milk enough for her day consumption (hours when I am at work). I’m blaming everything to my hectic schedule, problems I can share with to others plus other matters. I still deserve a pat on my back, right? I was able to 100% breastfeed her for 5 months and 2 weeks. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Before, I was able to produce 16oz of milk but it depleted to 10oz. I had no choice but to accept the fact of mixed feeding. My mom would give her infant formula once she had consumed the milk I had produced.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;I’m not happy but I have no choice. I don’t want her to get hungry.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-791405675303306994?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/791405675303306994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-to-say.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/791405675303306994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/791405675303306994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/02/sad-to-say.html' title='Sad to say'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2asW-aup_I/AAAAAAAACJs/1kL1e66NiEs/s72-c/nestle%20nan%201_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5624977296515359882</id><published>2010-01-28T17:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-28T17:39:06.966-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><title type='text'>Addicted</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joshua had found out a new game that he would literally throw tantrums whenever we don’t allow him to play. He goes gaga over this online game. His night isn’t complete without it. He totally forgot UP now, he’s into SHANGHAI NOON. Blame my son’s movie addiction to his dad. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;His latest addiction…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2I8NrE0ZAI/AAAAAAAACJQ/cn8nfZP0Dto/s1600-h/petville%5B3%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="petville" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="211" alt="petville" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2I8OUsBJFI/AAAAAAAACJU/WMyRviqY62c/petville_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now you know. Whenever my wall is swamped with posts about this application, Joshua is the culprit.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5624977296515359882?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5624977296515359882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/addicted.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5624977296515359882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5624977296515359882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/addicted.html' title='Addicted'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S2I8OUsBJFI/AAAAAAAACJU/WMyRviqY62c/s72-c/petville_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-7344865587395569671</id><published>2010-01-25T18:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T18:08:03.067-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>The kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S15OgKB1U8I/AAAAAAAACI0/uIGi7nxnt94/s1600-h/DSC04557%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04557" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC04557" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S15OO7dd8MI/AAAAAAAACI4/ahvhfsYJFwQ/DSC04557_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;are both sick. Joshua woke up Friday morning coughing badly though I ignore it as he was an actor most of the time. Claire, on the other hand, finished her medicines and yet her cough is still bad. We troop to their pedia last Saturday for another check-up. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Claire gained weight despite her cough. We are giving her Pred10 thrice a day plus her round the clock nebulization every hours. This makes me cranky all the time. Imagine the need to wake up every four hours for this. Gawd! The pain of motherhood is being a walking zombie when your kid is sick. We are going back for another check-up tomorrow to see if her condition has improved or not. Crossing fingers as the last words of her pedia says that she is still young but her lungs are wheezing already.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Joshua is into Salbutamol. Although, most of the time he gets cranky so we always gave in to what he wants, that is, unlimited time for computer games. He’s into Petville and what’s the watch movie during bedtime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-7344865587395569671?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/7344865587395569671/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7344865587395569671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/7344865587395569671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids.html' title='The kids'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S15OO7dd8MI/AAAAAAAACI4/ahvhfsYJFwQ/s72-c/DSC04557_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-8980500269424757211</id><published>2010-01-18T14:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T14:30:29.647-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pedia visit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Pedia visit #6</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S1Tg_jWvklI/AAAAAAAACIc/68nLyXiH8AU/s1600-h/DSC04628%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04628" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="260" alt="DSC04628" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S1ThA4UeHEI/AAAAAAAACIg/qkwaox9-dpk/DSC04628_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Her monthly check-up / immunization is scheduled at the end of this month. Early Saturday morning though, we hear her cough badly. If you knew my husband – he has a “go to the doctor immediately” attitude if he sees any sign of sickness. I can’t actually blame him as he lost his brother because of dengue last 2008.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Anyhow, we went to her pedia around 10am.&amp;#160; The kuya is not with us as he was occupied playing games with mini. Since her last event of cough and colds were just last month, she was given salbutamol and cefuroxime. Poor baby, as she hates the taste of her medicines. Come Sunday evening, her temperature shoot 38 degrees so we were adviced her to administer paracetamol every 4 hours.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Until now, her coughs and colds hasn’t changed and so is her temperature. She gets extra clingy and restless and doesn’t want to be put down to sleep. We just hope this would go away and that she wouldn’t be like his kuya before that has coughs every single month.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-8980500269424757211?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/8980500269424757211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedia-visit-6.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8980500269424757211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/8980500269424757211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/pedia-visit-6.html' title='Pedia visit #6'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S1ThA4UeHEI/AAAAAAAACIg/qkwaox9-dpk/s72-c/DSC04628_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-3684209803131711632</id><published>2010-01-17T16:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T16:29:31.230-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly updates'/><title type='text'>Claire @ 5 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From What to Expect&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Peek-a-boo, I see you! Get ready to play this classic and other hide-and-seek games as your baby starts to catch on to the fun.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Just a few weeks ago, your baby had no idea that his teddy bear still existed when he wasn't in plain view. Well, all that's changed as he's now caught on to the concept of object permanence.&amp;#160; That's why he loves to play peek-a-boo or find items that are &amp;quot;hidden&amp;quot; (Is that my rattle behind your back?). These &amp;quot;seeking&amp;quot; games are like brainteasers for your baby. Your little one is also gaining manual dexterity and may now be able to pass a toy from one hand to the other or rake a small object and then pick it up. He's a big babbler too, so encourage his chatter by talking up a storm yourself. Chances are he's starting solids about now; read up on the baby daily dozen to ensure he gets the nutrients he needs. And speaking of eating, some babies may start teething early so keep an eye out for signs of teething, e.g., drooling, face rash, or crankiness. Two other potentially pesky problems, eczema and food allergies, often emerge around now, perhaps triggered by the introduction of solids. What else is up? Some babies are ready to start drinking from a cup, so if yours seems interested, give it a go. But do stay safe — choose cups, baby swings, jumpers, and other baby paraphernalia wisely, and, of course, &lt;em&gt;never&lt;/em&gt; leave your baby unattended.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;img title="DSC04537" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="DSC04537" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S1OraLjvY1I/AAAAAAAACIY/3tS1GyMyUCc/DSC04537_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /&gt;Claire still doesn’t like tummy time though she is now trying to lie flat on her stomach. She can now play with her drool. She plays with her milk. She blabs and blabs whenever someone talks to her. She loves to play “peek-a-boo” with her kuya. She caught cough and colds again for the second time – this time worst than the first as she gets clingy and restless and doesn’t want to be put down. Lastly, still 100% feed by mommy’s milk.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-3684209803131711632?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/3684209803131711632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/claire-5-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3684209803131711632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/3684209803131711632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/claire-5-months.html' title='Claire @ 5 months'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S1OraLjvY1I/AAAAAAAACIY/3tS1GyMyUCc/s72-c/DSC04537_thumb%5B4%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-2723641120360901425</id><published>2010-01-12T15:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:47:13.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mommy&apos;s thoughts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>I still look pregnant</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00JEo6jDGI/AAAAAAAACHk/C2cY5RPWmKY/s1600-h/still%20pregnant-%5B13%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="still pregnant-" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="still pregnant-" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00JFWw6QSI/AAAAAAAACHo/aYulNiw3eXg/still%20pregnant-_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;After more than 4 months, I my tummy is still very, very visible. I can’t do sit-ups as I delivered via c-section. I don’t know how to make it disappear or even tone a little. Hence, my everyday rant - “I still look pregnant!” I got an email from &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/0_your-post-baby-belly-why-its-changed-and-how-to-tone-it_1152349.bc?page=1" target="_blank"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt; just today and its very, very timely as I feel so hopeless and has to carry the burden of looking preggy for a lifetime.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Read on.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div align="justify"&gt;   &lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="500" border="2"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;       &lt;tr&gt;         &lt;td valign="top" width="496"&gt;           &lt;h3 align="left"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000" size="2"&gt;Your post-baby belly: Why it's changed and how to tone it&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;            &lt;h5&gt;Why do I still look pregnant?&lt;/h5&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;You may be very surprised by the way your tummy looks after birth. Your baby is out, but there it is, right around the navel: a big, round, squishy puffball that makes you look like you're still six months pregnant. Many women also have a dark line down their abdomen called a linea nigra and a web of stretch marks, which are actually little scars caused by the extensive stretching of skin. Those who had a &lt;font color="#000000"&gt;c-section&lt;/font&gt; have surgical scars to contend with as well.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;It takes time for your body — and especially your belly — to fully recover from pregnancy. Imagine your abdomen as a balloon, slowly inflating as your baby grows. Childbirth doesn't pop the balloon, it just starts a slow leak. But don't worry — it's a steady one.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;From the moment your baby is born, hormonal changes cause your midsection to deflate, shrinking it back to something closer to its pre-pregnancy state. It takes about four weeks for your uterus to contract to its normal size. All the cells in your body that swelled during pregnancy will begin releasing their fluids in the form of urine, vaginal secretions, and sweat. And the extra fat you put on to nourish the baby will start burning off (especially if you'r&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;e &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;nursing&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; and &lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;exercising&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;). But it takes at least a few weeks to see noticeable results.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com/404_how-can-i-get-rid-of-stretch-marks_2432.bc"&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt;Stretch marks&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;font color="#000000"&gt; &lt;/font&gt;and the linea nigra, however, endure longer. The good news is that stretch marks usually become considerably less noticeable six to 12 months following childbirth. Their pigmentation fades and they typically become lighter than the surrounding skin (the color will vary depending on your skin color), but their texture will remain the same. The dark color of the linea nigra will gradually fade over a year, but that too may not completely disappear.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;h5 align="justify"&gt;How long will it take for my belly to shrink back to normal?&lt;/h5&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;We've all heard stories of new moms whose tummies are tight and flat immediately after giving birth. Although this does happen, it's rare. For most women it takes months to get rid of the &amp;quot;pregnancy pouch&amp;quot; — and sometimes it never goes away.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Patience is key. It took nine months for your abdomen to stretch to accommodate a full-term baby, so it makes sense that it would take that long or longer to tighten back up.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The speed and degree of this transition depends largely on your normal body size, how much weight you gained during pregnancy, how active you are, and your genes. Women who gained less than 30 pounds and exercised regularly during pregnancy, who breastfeed, and who have had only one child are more likely to slim down quickly.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p align="justify"&gt;If you're not breastfeeding, you'll need to watch how much you're eating in order to lose pregnancy weight. You need fewer calories now that you're not pregnant. &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;h5&gt;What can I do to make my belly look better?&lt;/h5&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Breastfeeding helps, especially in the early months after childbirth. Women who breastfeed burn extra calories to make milk, so they usually lose pregnancy weight more quickly than their non-nursing counterparts.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Nursing also triggers contractions that help shrink the uterus, making it a workout for the whole body. But many breastfeeding moms say they have trouble losing the last 5 to 10 pounds. Some experts theorize that the body retains these extra fat stores to aid in milk production. Science hasn't yet tackled this question definitively. &lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Exercise also helps. Whether it's a stroll around the block or a postpartum yoga class, physical activity tones stomach muscles and burns calories. A rigorous exercise regimen that includes an aerobic workout and movements that focus on the abdomen can work wonders. (But before starting an exercise routine, make sure your body is ready.)&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;Some baby bulges require more effort. A low-calorie diet can help you lose weight, but give nature and exercise time to work first. Wait at least six weeks (preferably several months, especially if you're nursing) before cutting back on calories. Dieting too soon after giving birth may reduce your milk supply and can make you feel more fatigued.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;And don't go on a strict diet — women need a minimum of 1,200 calories a day to stay healthy, and most women need much more than that — between 1,800 and 2,200 calories a day — to keep up their energy and mood. To lose about a pound a week, cut out 500 calories a day by either decreasing your food intake or increasing your activity level.&lt;/p&gt;            &lt;p&gt;If you're breastfeeding, losing more than a couple pounds a week can release toxins — normally stored in your body fat — into the bloodstream, increasing the amount of these contaminants that wind up in your milk. So if you're losing more than 2 pounds a week after the first six weeks, you need to take in more calories.&lt;/p&gt;         &lt;/td&gt;       &lt;/tr&gt;     &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-2723641120360901425?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/2723641120360901425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-still-look-pregnant.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2723641120360901425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/2723641120360901425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-still-look-pregnant.html' title='I still look pregnant'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00JFWw6QSI/AAAAAAAACHo/aYulNiw3eXg/s72-c/still%20pregnant-_thumb%5B11%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1528036643399889895</id><published>2010-01-07T23:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:48:33.271-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='greetings'/><title type='text'>January 8, 2004</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S0bbAURVriI/AAAAAAAACH0/5-uAKz1iBRs/s1600-h/meandu%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="me and u" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="405" alt="me and u" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S0bbBZCc4QI/AAAAAAAACH8/CCsSFT3GFB4/meandu_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Exactly 6 years ago, I made the biggest decision in my life to be with you for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer. Life wouldn’t have been the same with out. I would not have experienced a very roller coaster life if not without you. I thank God and will forever be grateful to all the memories we made, the good times we shared, and the love that keeps on growing between us. You’ve been the man I’ve been asking for, a blessing from above – one that I do not take for granted. Thank you for all the things you’ve done for me and for the kids. You have been a wonderful husband, a terrific father, provider and caregiver. You give so freely to all those you know in such a loving way. Your generosity is inspiring! I love you, Daddy ... more than words, more than life. I'm forever grateful for your love and proud to be your wife.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY DADDY!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;I love you so much!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1528036643399889895?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1528036643399889895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-8-2004.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1528036643399889895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1528036643399889895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/january-8-2004.html' title='January 8, 2004'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S0bbBZCc4QI/AAAAAAAACH8/CCsSFT3GFB4/s72-c/meandu_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4607473493949238856</id><published>2010-01-05T17:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:50:34.094-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christening'/><title type='text'>Welcome to the Christian world</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Our little girl has been welcomed in the Christian world last December 6. We had a simple party afterwards. Nevertheless, we still was able to have fun. What matters most is that we were able to dedicate Claire to our God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00KxXLT86I/AAAAAAAACIE/m3q29MWmSyc/s1600-h/robin%20photo%20633%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="robin photo 633" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="287" alt="robin photo 633" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00KyE6G2SI/AAAAAAAACII/9uqstMe_zWg/robin%20photo%20633_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4607473493949238856?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4607473493949238856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-christian-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4607473493949238856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4607473493949238856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2010/01/welcome-to-christian-world.html' title='Welcome to the Christian world'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00KyE6G2SI/AAAAAAAACII/9uqstMe_zWg/s72-c/robin%20photo%20633_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-566153895232162120</id><published>2009-12-17T16:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T15:51:37.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly updates'/><title type='text'>Claire @ 4 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.whattoexpect.com/first-year/month-by-month/month-4.aspx" target="_blank"&gt;What to Expect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Plenty of parents consider the next few months to be the golden age of babyhood, and for good reason.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Great news for weary moms: Your little one will likely be in a sunny mood most of the day, sleep more during the night, and stay put wherever you plunk her (she's not mobile yet). She's ready for fun and conversation, with you or anyone who happens by, so be prepared for lots of laughter (hers and yours!) as she tries out her new routines. By this age, your baby can raise up on her arms when placed on her tummy (thanks to all the tummy time you give her) and keep her head level when propped in a sitting position. She might even turn in the direction of your voice and complain if you take away her toy. Her second round of immunizations is scheduled this month, so ask your pediatrician what's on the agenda. This is also a good time to ask about starting solids and discuss upcoming (or missed) milestones. What else is up? Maybe your baby's temper every time you strap her into her car seat. There are some pretty effective diversionary tactics to try, such as singing her favorite song and attaching plenty of car-safe toys to her seat (rotate these periodically for boredom's sake). Ultimately, she's just got to get used to it. (That means never give in and drive with your baby out of her seat.) &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00LBR7ieuI/AAAAAAAACIM/1wUxpJsDUKg/s1600-h/claire%204months%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="claire 4months" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: block; float: none; margin-left: auto; border-left: 0px; margin-right: auto; border-bottom: 0px" height="320" alt="claire 4months" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00LCL6fSiI/AAAAAAAACIQ/nQZTUztfFlg/claire%204months_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="420" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She still doesn’t like tummy time. She is &lt;em&gt;malandi&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;chismosa&lt;/em&gt;. She tends to play with her milk as she always turns around whenever she hears someone talking. Often times, she wants to be carried most especially in the afternoon. She had her very first taste of medicines – she had cough and colds a week ago. She can now hold her head when carried around. She consumes 4oz of milk every feeding – still 100% breastfeed by me.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-566153895232162120?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/566153895232162120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/claire-4-months.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/566153895232162120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/566153895232162120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/claire-4-months.html' title='Claire @ 4 months'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/S00LCL6fSiI/AAAAAAAACIQ/nQZTUztfFlg/s72-c/claire%204months_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4164618346761062712</id><published>2009-12-16T19:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T19:22:57.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby developments'/><title type='text'>Drool all over</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;One week after we celebrated Claire’s 3rd month, we said bye-bye to her mittens. Behold, she has discovered her hands and was inside her mouth everytime – hungry or not. In short, drool is all over her face. It’s high time to use her bibs.&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Symjulec2dI/AAAAAAAACEk/cojx1tNFnFg/s1600-h/DSC04228%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04228" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="187" alt="DSC04228" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SymjvM9-6KI/AAAAAAAACEo/7a3qRmOxcm0/DSC04228_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="140" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SymjvlPuhoI/AAAAAAAACE0/Z_ytIhSr2GE/s1600-h/DSC04229%5B7%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04229" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="187" alt="DSC04229" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SymjwZnN1SI/AAAAAAAACE4/EmYCGDjnNfI/DSC04229_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="140" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Symjw-0NExI/AAAAAAAACE8/BU9MCw6Mjg4/s1600-h/DSC04236%5B11%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04236" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="187" alt="DSC04236" src="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SymjxZ6b9LI/AAAAAAAACFI/ztPo5WpCTag/DSC04236_thumb%5B7%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="140" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bubble thought: Should we buy her binky? Joshua never used one when he was a baby.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4164618346761062712?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4164618346761062712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/drool-all-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4164618346761062712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4164618346761062712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/drool-all-over.html' title='Drool all over'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SymjvM9-6KI/AAAAAAAACEo/7a3qRmOxcm0/s72-c/DSC04228_thumb%5B5%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-442921706463418481</id><published>2009-12-14T18:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T18:16:05.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><title type='text'>Pedia visit #4</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SybxYUPDMOI/AAAAAAAACDs/9tnbxnZ6R5E/s1600-h/DSC04235%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC04235" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="DSC04235" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SybxZF-lkwI/AAAAAAAACDw/swEUp7Q6PY4/DSC04235_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="180" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Vaccine: IPD&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weight: 6.1 kgs    &lt;br /&gt;Lenght: 60 cm &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; The vaccine is originally scheduled last December 5 but we were so busy with her baptismal so we decided to move it a week after. Last Saturday, we were at St. Margareth around 10 in the morning and there were a lot of kids. We were 15th in the list.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Dr. Patdu decided not to give her IPD as Claire has colds and cough. Instead, he gave us medicines to treat it and we will meet this coming Saturday for her vaccine. So, her day includes three times of Salinase (2 drops per nostril) and four times of Ilosone (60 mL). She’s getting well every single day, thank God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-442921706463418481?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/442921706463418481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/pedia-visit-4.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/442921706463418481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/442921706463418481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/pedia-visit-4.html' title='Pedia visit #4'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SybxZF-lkwI/AAAAAAAACDw/swEUp7Q6PY4/s72-c/DSC04235_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-141593920983112507</id><published>2009-12-07T17:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T17:23:12.457-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breastfeeding'/><title type='text'>Losing my milk</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Sx2qfDSLYqI/AAAAAAAACDc/rK9b3q7p2l4/s1600-h/breastfeeding%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="breastfeeding" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="160" alt="breastfeeding" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Sx2qf7tM97I/AAAAAAAACDo/Ork6I6ar3q8/breastfeeding_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, I've been hiatus for the past weeks. My hands are full of to do's. Blame it all to tons and tons of work load, boss from Geneva coming in and addiction to Farmville. The latter is a very, very bad idea as I need to focus my attention to a very important milestone in my career that will happen on Feb 5 of next year. I have to refocus myself. Aside from that, this month has been very, very hectic because of parties, get togethers, and what nots. The stress makes me loss my milk, literally. I usually get disoriented when I can't produce enough milk for Claire. I hate it when I can't even produce 3oz of milk in one sitting. There are times when my mom doesn't have any choice but to give her formula when I'm still not around. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;According to &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com.ph/baby/breastfeeding/problemsandsolutions/lowsupply/" target="_blank"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;To increase your milk supply: &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;• Let your baby feed as often and for as long as he wants and offer both breasts at each feed. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;• Give him only breastmilk and avoid using dummies which may reduce the time he spends at the breast. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;• Do not be tempted to top him up with a bottle of formula (this is called &amp;quot;supplementing&amp;quot; or &amp;quot;mixed feeding&amp;quot;). Your milk supply will adjust to the demands your baby makes on it. If you satisfy his hunger with formula he will require less breastmilk and your supply will reduce. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;• While you are working on improving the way your baby latches on, you could also try expressing your milk after each feed. Removing as much of the residual milk in your breasts as you can will help stimulate your milk supply. If you store this milk in the fridge or freezer, you can use your own breastmilk to give him a bit extra if he gets particularly hungry at one time of day, perhaps in the evening. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;• Some herbs are said to increase a mother's milk supply -– they are known as &amp;quot;galactagogues&amp;quot;. Malunggay is a popular local herb that is traditionally used to aid in milk production. You can prepare viands and soups using this ingredient or you may also buy them in capsule form to supplement your diet. Many experts believe that nursing moms do not need galactagogues to increase milk supply. However, if you feel the need to try, you should ask your doctor or lactation consultant about using herbal remedies during pregnancy and while breastfeeding. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-141593920983112507?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/141593920983112507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-my-milk.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/141593920983112507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/141593920983112507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/12/losing-my-milk.html' title='Losing my milk'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Sx2qf7tM97I/AAAAAAAACDo/Ork6I6ar3q8/s72-c/breastfeeding_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-4268544234804763169</id><published>2009-11-24T21:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T16:28:03.916-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='monthly updates'/><title type='text'>Claire @ 3 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;From &lt;a href="http://www.babycenter.com.ph/stages/1310/" target="_blank"&gt;BabyCenter&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;How’s your baby growing&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Babies love to be touched. In fact, they thrive on it – it's a critical part of growth and development. Skin-to-skin contact not only helps you and your baby bond, but is comforting when she's upset and soothing when she's irritable. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Develop your baby's sense of touch with a variety of materials – such as fake fur, felt and terrycloth. Your baby will probably try to eat the fabric, so choose carefully. Don't leave her alone with anything that could come apart in her mouth. And look for books that make reading a tactile experience.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SwzG-tBPIvI/AAAAAAAACDE/8tVkk1X_VsE/s1600-h/DSC03835%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03835" style="border-top-width: 0px; display: block; border-left-width: 0px; float: none; border-bottom-width: 0px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; border-right-width: 0px" height="227" alt="DSC03835" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SwzG_RaXCFI/AAAAAAAACDI/ww96LXLymho/DSC03835_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="300" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; Claire still doesn’t like tummy time. Perhaps, she finds it difficult to carry her body. She lifts her head 45 degrees. She can hold her head when carried upright position. She loves to coos and smiles a lot – her smile is contagious. She sleeps through the night, and feeds twice or thrice. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She bites me too. Often times, I would tell her it hurts. And she would smile her sweetest smile. I read from somewhere that when the baby bites, you have to show her that what she did is wrong. The instant reaction of babies when she hears her mom saying &lt;em&gt;ouch&lt;/em&gt; if bitten is to repeat it to know where did her mom’s reaction came from. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Bubble thought: Is she teething now? Ain’t it too early for her to have teeth?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-4268544234804763169?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/4268544234804763169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/claire-3-months.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4268544234804763169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/4268544234804763169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/claire-3-months.html' title='Claire @ 3 months'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SwzG_RaXCFI/AAAAAAAACDI/ww96LXLymho/s72-c/DSC03835_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-371545737824978611</id><published>2009-11-12T18:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:14:14.431-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kuya joshua'/><title type='text'>Sibling love</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SvzA6RCJ6FI/AAAAAAAACCg/qF8oyTWm9Is/s1600-h/DSC03469%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03469" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="DSC03469" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SvzA7P8iubI/AAAAAAAACCk/HVlQ6G-SuRI/DSC03469_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I haven’t had time to blog how Joshua accepted his sister Claire’s arrival.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;When we arrived in my in-laws house after we were discharged from the hospital (he has to stay there while the husband and I are away since it’s near to his school), my SIL carried Claire as I am still having hard time walking – talk about learning to walk again. When she entered the house, Joshua got confused. He got more confused when I enter without carrying a baby. He even asked me “&lt;em&gt;Mommy, baby natin yun?&lt;/em&gt;” while he pulls my top up to exposed my belly. When he realized that the baby he saw was indeed our baby, he cried, &lt;em&gt;“Baby namin yan, ibalik mo na.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SvzA8De9BlI/AAAAAAAACCo/Bsr_QJK4-Pk/s1600-h/DSC03472%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03472" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="DSC03472" src="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SvzA9KWwcRI/AAAAAAAACCs/zvf1SrPZnSM/DSC03472_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="right" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At present, he loves to kiss his little sister. He even hugs her every now and then. What we avoid most of the time is his gigil moments as he has the tendency to squeeze Claire’s arms (it already happened twice). He fears of losing his sister so he doesn’t make kulit when the baby is asleep. He throws tantrums when a relative or a friend would carry his sister and joke him of taking her away from us. I have to assure him that they won’t and can’t take the baby as they won’t be able to feed them, they don’t have milk for Claire.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;He would also puts his toys beside Claire and would repeatedly tell her to play as he will share his toys to her. He would tell us whenever we put small clothes on him, &lt;em&gt;“Maliit na to, kay baby na.”&lt;/em&gt;&amp;#160; He always plead to allow him to carry his sister and we obliged twice.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;On the side note, he refused to wean from the bottle. He wants to drink milk whenever he sees his sister feeding. He even tells his sister to stop first as they would do contest of who feeds the fastest, LOL! &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I hope his love for his sister will continue and grew stronger. Ah, sibling love…&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-371545737824978611?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/371545737824978611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/sibling-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/371545737824978611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/371545737824978611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/sibling-love.html' title='Sibling love'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SvzA7P8iubI/AAAAAAAACCk/HVlQ6G-SuRI/s72-c/DSC03469_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-15758792070158626</id><published>2009-11-02T21:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T21:51:14.896-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='immunization'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>Pedia visit #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh5.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Su_EzknzjfI/AAAAAAAACCY/4omSpeQ7utk/s1600-h/DSC03448%5B4%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03448" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="240" alt="DSC03448" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Su_E0aFiPPI/AAAAAAAACCc/n9_S7IOyNOw/DSC03448_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="135" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Vaccine: Infanrix Hexa (Hib-DTaP-IPV-HepB) and Rotarix &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Weight: 5.4 kgs   &lt;br /&gt;Lenght: 56 cm &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;The immunization is supposedly scheduled last Oct 24 but was moved to Oct 31 as her pedia was in the States then. Last Saturday though, typhoon Santi had finally made it's landfall in Manila and there was a strong gush of wind (plus no electricity for more than 12 hours for us) so we opt to move the her vaccine again. I don't want to brave the storm with a baby in tow. Luckily, her pedia had schedule during Sundays so when everyone was in the cementery visiting their passed loved ones, we, on the other hand were at St. Margareth for her vaccine. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;She was first given Rotarix (oral medicine) then Infanrix Hexa. She didn't cry at all. Her pedia prescribed Biogesic for her and we had her take it for 24 hours. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Next vaccine, IPD on December.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-15758792070158626?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/15758792070158626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedia-visit-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/15758792070158626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/15758792070158626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/11/pedia-visit-3.html' title='Pedia visit #3'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/Su_E0aFiPPI/AAAAAAAACCc/n9_S7IOyNOw/s72-c/DSC03448_thumb%5B2%5D.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-1592294889018736381</id><published>2009-10-28T16:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:51:12.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birthing experience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pictures'/><title type='text'>My birthing experience</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;Warning: A very long post&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Ok. My birthing experience is not as exciting as others. Why? Because mine is a repeat CS. Boring.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SukRLc6na-I/AAAAAAAAB3w/wKTj9mBghrI/s1600-h/DSC03225%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03225" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="180" alt="DSC03225" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujXe4MAqKI/AAAAAAAAB30/PSmJ1V9KRvw/DSC03225_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="240" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was scheduled to have a repeat CS August 18 at 10am. Prior to that, my OB advised us to be admitted in OsMun a day before the scheduled operation as it was “hard” to get a room in the said hospital. True enough, we really had a hard time getting a room.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;August 17, roughly before lunch time, we were already in the hospital to be admitted. We were advised that there were still no available rooms and we could call them after lunch. We had lunch at Festival Mall then went back home. After lunch, we called the hospital but was advised that there were still no rooms available. Ok, I’m already in panic. I was stressed already that we even fight as the husband was ever cool about what’s going on. Around 4pm, I insisted to go back to the hospital to personally ask if there is an available room. At that time, I don’t care if I’ll be in a private, semi-private or even ward. What’s important is to be admitted asap. We arrived in the hospital, and yes, there is an available room, semi-private that is. Hallelujah! Everything was all set but the last minute, we were advised that the patient who was supposedly be discharged is still waiting for the “sundo.” We have to go back 8pm but the room is already reserved under my name. We had dinner at Festival Mall and went back to be advised that the patient is still in the room. To cut the long wait short, I was wheeled in the room 12mn of August 18.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;Morning of August 18, before I was wheeled in the operating room, I was able to take a bath as I know it’ll take days before I can have a complete bath again. I was wheeled in the operating room before 10am but had to wait for an hour as the anesthesiologist is still not around (he attended an urgent delivery in another hospital).&amp;#160; After prepping up, I was given ampicillin that made me groggy during the operation. I swear, I was asleep 99% of the operation. I woke up in time when my OB said “baby out.” I forced myself to be awake as I didn’t hear a cry after hearing my OB. I tilted my head top-right and saw my baby. One nurse said “baby iyak na” while clapping her hands. I saw another nurse who just arrived with a sort of pump with a mask (whatever it is called) which he used with my baby. A few minutes of rattling my baby to cry, I heard a faint cry. I fell asleep immediately.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt;I woke up past 12nn and the first thing I did was to move my feet. When a nurse saw me being awake and all, he asked me to move my feet. It was then that I was wheeled in my room. I was trembling all over (effect of anesthesia) and when I saw my husband I immediately asked how’s the baby (I had fears I lost her). When he told me she’s ok, that’s when I fell asleep again.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="justify"&gt; I delivered a preterm baby weighing 4.38lbs only. She was roomed in the day after which made me hate the nursery as I wanted to breastfeed her 100%. She was so small and hardly cries. &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-1592294889018736381?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/1592294889018736381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthing-experience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1592294889018736381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/1592294889018736381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-birthing-experience.html' title='My birthing experience'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujXe4MAqKI/AAAAAAAAB30/PSmJ1V9KRvw/s72-c/DSC03225_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-5419001372314004770</id><published>2009-08-15T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T23:49:22.376-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preggo diaries'/><title type='text'>Mommy duties</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;I will temporarily be absent in the blogosphere for a few months so I can focus on my mommy duties to the little princess. Please also pray for a successful operation as I'll be admitted tomorrow morning in Ospital ng Muntinlupa. The operation (caesarian delivery) will be on August 18, 2009 at 10 am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1002936370987037097-5419001372314004770?l=myemmanuelle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/feeds/5419001372314004770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy-duties.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5419001372314004770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1002936370987037097/posts/default/5419001372314004770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/mommy-duties.html' title='Mommy duties'/><author><name>CHAT</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09961172160867598968</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/R5i9TI3nS9I/AAAAAAAAAPU/jnTK34QCaCY/S220/joshua%26mommy.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1002936370987037097.post-9135630393713024692</id><published>2009-08-15T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T20:54:10.827-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shopping'/><title type='text'>Hello Baby loots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Remember this &lt;a href="http://myemmanuelle.blogspot.com/2009/08/hello-baby.html"&gt;post&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Here are the loots I got for only PhP 1300.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujZF-PyKjI/AAAAAAAAB38/fQogcjQLHuw/s1600-h/DSC0318711%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03187" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="151" alt="DSC03187" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujZGsYwNsI/AAAAAAAAB4E/yxo__woz2NY/DSC0318711_thumb.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujZHoYF7EI/AAAAAAAAB48/ueUprW1QMKI/s1600-h/DSC031888%5B2%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03188" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="151" alt="DSC03188" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SujZIYlZSlI/AAAAAAAAB5A/zQ1mAq0vmGA/DSC031888_thumb%5B1%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="199" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&amp;#160;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh6.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SukR2c_bXeI/AAAAAAAAB5I/-QtAGNUVPwU/s1600-h/DSC03189%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03189" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="DSC03189" src="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SukR2zA2O9I/AAAAAAAAB5M/TjxZm2hL0kI/DSC03189_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://lh3.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SukR3sEf7MI/AAAAAAAAB5U/OxfkLlCLMuQ/s1600-h/DSC03190%5B5%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img title="DSC03190" style="border-right: 0px; border-top: 0px; display: inline; margin-left: 0px; border-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; border-bottom: 0px" height="150" alt="DSC03190" src="http://lh4.ggpht.com/_A_ifeJwmd90/SukR4njAplI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/4GqSXvOGesQ/DSC03190_thumb%5B3%5D.jpg?imgmax=800" width="200" align="left" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 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