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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 12th, 2007 in Baby Quirks

At first, i thought that my son’s habitual spilling of his milk was a bid for my attention. I’ve obliged him a couple of times when he does it and promise hugs and kisses as ways of curbing his attention hunger.

Now that he’s been doing it habitually, though, I’m thinking that maybe it’s not his need for attention but that the actual spilling is amusing him. I am at a loss as to why babies like the idea of something being spilled. Like they take their time watching something topple over and are instantly gratified when the contents spill.

I’ve given up scolding and have resorted to just taking the bottle from him when he’s in the act of making his pillows and bed “milk-flavored”.

*sighs*

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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 10th, 2007 in Mommy Thoughts

I can see why my son likes her so much. She’s bubbly, witty and smart. Just like Mommy, haha.The only thing that troubles me is that she’s fond of going out of the house to go to far away places. I mean, adventures are nice but can you at least stay a bit longer inside the house? I have nothing against her though because she can sing, dance and is always kind to animals and people. Smart, caring, friendly but truant girl? I can live with that.

I only wish my son could have met my friend Rainbow. We used to go out a lot too when she was still in the mainstream. Now I guess she’s spreading her colors somewhere else… *sighs*

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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 7th, 2007 in Proud Mommy

Shopping with a baby is never easy, but the gratification comes with the fun he’s having. The kiddie car-turned-shopping carts that our local grocery provides are a big help to moms bringing kids along for grocery shopping.

While we’re browsing the kids’ toys section last week, my son grabbed 2 things he liked. I was tempted to buy both but restrained myself. I then placed one item on my right hand and the other on the left and set them apart by a foot or so. I faced my son and asked him: “Which?”

He was torn between the two toys, and I could see in his soft eyes the indecision. One was a yellow car and the other was a red car. After some time he chose the yellow one. I then slowly put the red one back on the shelf as he watched. It broke my heart to see him so sad to leave the red one behind.

I felt the need to teach him the basics of choosing one or the other, not both. I am firm in my belief that I must not spoil my child. Choosing one toy over the other was hard for him, but so are the other choices he has to make later on.

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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 4th, 2007 in Mommy Alert

I am now in a quest to prevent the world’s deadliest disease from catching my son off guard when he grows up. This disease is diabetes. It usually manifests as symptoms related to other diseases and won’t show its true colors until it’s too late.
I and hubby both have family histories of diabetes, hence, we have decided to take steps to lessen our son’s percentage of predisposition to diabetes.

Drinking cola is not bad in itself, but we just don’t realize that we’re drinking pure sugar. Too much sugar and carbs can lead to early diabetes. One of the habits we will instill in our son is occasional cola drinking.

When I was young, I and my siblings never craved for cola because our parents taught us that cola is for special occasions only (i.e. when we get good grades, birthdays and on Sundays after mass). On regular days, we drank only water. We are going to train AJ to drink cola only during special occasions, and even then, it has to be in moderation.

Chocolate eating will also be moderated. Though, this is easier to do because I and hubby don’t eat much chocolate. We do what we do to protect our kids. However, we can only teach them, they still have to take care of themselves without our supervision in the future. I do hope this works.

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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 3rd, 2007 in Proud Mommy

Christmas is the best time of the year to be a kid again.

This is my third Christmas as a mom. It’s a nice feeling to be able to see my son enjoying Christmas each year as he grows older. His first 2 probably did not register much, and this year is the first time that he will be aware of the spirit of the season. Lights will be everywhere and people will be very nice to each other. Gifts will be given to him by well-wishers.

Back home, they will be having a blast too. ‘Tis the time to be partying and people will flock to our stores to avail of catering services and food packages. It’s the time for the bonus! People will have money to spend.

Amidst the gaiety, I remember the lessons taught to us by our elders. Christmas is the time to love: everyone, yourself, people you know and people you don’t know. Every festivity must come with the prayer for those who have less.

I can’t wait for Christmas.

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Posted by Mommy Woobie on December 2nd, 2007 in Proud Mommy

As we celebrate my son’s second birthday I recollect the changes I experienced with my transformation to a mother.

First of, I’ve learned to appreciate kids. When I was single, I often thought that kids in the malls are annoyingly noisy and boisterous. Now, I see them and I smile as their parents try to restrain them. I pay attention to their clothes and what the present trends are in baby fashion. I frequent the baby stalls more and more looking for nice stuff that my son will like. I have learned to appreciate how the world needs the next generation and just how equally important my role is in shaping the future of the world.

Being a mom is also scary. I’ve been paranoid as a single person, now more so. I have been listing some professions that I have always believed were hazardous to any person, such as:

* soldier - you have no control over the bullets that come your way. No amount of training could prevent the trajectory of that bullet from going to your direction.

* astronaut - where on earth will I look for you if you get lost, when your location is not even on earth?

I laugh at myself as I wrote that. Most parents will probably frown at me for discouraging my kid from dreaming of doing heroic deeds. My only excuse will have to be my new-ness to momhood and my residual selfishness from my single life.

When you become a mom, your life becomes worthless to you, and you will give it in a jiffy if needed when it means your son will live. I remember the complications of my childbirth and how my own mother must have felt when her child is at the brink of death. If it did come down to choosing who to live (if my childbirth eclampsia got out of hand), my mother would have chosen me, but I would have chosen my son.

Right now my only wish is for my son to grow up loving me, despite my weaknesses, my occasional grumpiness and my constant (s)mothering. He may grow up someday and have kids of his own, get a job and find other people to love. But for now, I am the only woman he knows and worships. I will enjoy that for as long as it lasts.

Happy birthday, son.

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