it’s not easy being green…says who?

long before talks on global warming and recycling were everywhere, my first valuable lessons on loving mother nature came from my parents. early on in life we were taught the simplest ways to help save the environment like turning off the faucet when not in use, using basin when we do our “pag-uurong” (that’s washing the dishes), keeping the opening of the refrigerator  door to a minimum, cleaning the surrounding and not being a litterbug and unplugging electric appliances when not in use.  later on in life, i think the habit was stuck on me and it has become a way of living.  while still working, you will find me carrying my thermos around the office everyday, saves loads on coffee cartons and plastic cups! i would also always have spoon and fork and a set of microwavable stashed in my locker so i won’t have to use plastic come eating time. i would refuse the plastic utensils and tissues when having takeouts or takeaways. i would even bring home the microwaveable my friends would just otherwise throw away, i recycle them at home and there are just numerous ways to reuse them.
old habits die hard and now that i am a mum myself, i still carry on with what my parents taught me and more, i segregate the garbage, keep what’s recyclable in a different container (mineral water bottles, milk cans, paper and card boards, plastic caps) and sell it to the neighborhood junk shop, i even joined world wildlife fund . hopefully i will be able to pass this on to my son so he will be a nature-loving, earth-friendly guy when he grows up!
for mother earth, a simple act of kindness can go a long way and every little thing we do counts. today you can start by turning your blog carbon neutral, and then try to do one good deed for mother earth each day. if you run out of ideas check out my green tips on the side, it will give you loads of suggestions to help you turn green, (the other day i just found out  i can use milk cartons as alternative pots for plants, so from now on i will never be throwing my nestle milk tetra), or better yet get you own green tips here for your blog. at the end of the month you would’ve done 30 good deeds and if all of us will start maybe one day our planet will heal and hopefully we will  sure have a better planet for our children and the generations to come next.
cheers to a healthier mother earth!
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potter frenzy is in the air.. part II

yup the potter frenzy is in full force yet again, at least that is the case in our household (having three siblings who share the same potter passion can’t be that bad, huh?!)

the other day my youngest brother was watching the official trailer on youtube (the exact same one showing here) for probably a hundredth time with my son in tow and was just too delighted to tell me that jared, probably due to too much exposure, said “Mort, mort!” whilst the sinister face of Harry’s archenemy flashed on the screen. Yep, i am fully convinced that my son will grow up reading the books and watching the films, much like his mum. It won’t be a surprise anyway, i remember reading the books to him while he was still in my tummy, i even listen to the audio books while traveling (since when i got pregnant i found much of the songs in my ipod unfriendly, i.e. they seem to induce my “throwing up” instances, so i sought solace from few too preggy friendly melodies, and yep the audio books which was narrated in a delightfully crisp british accent) to and from work. And to top it all off, i watched the last Potter installment with my siblings and a cousin and you guessed it right, with my bulging tummy! So it is actually a hands down, no question asked, jared will want a lightning bolt scar on his forehead a few halloweens from now…

i will be counting down the days to 19 November with mixed emotions, delighted and ecstatic that finally the long wait is over and that we will, at long last, see our fave book in full living colour, bearing in mind the scenes from the book which i would just love to see on the big screen (how they’d manage to break into Gringots, the scenes in the forest where they’ve gone hiding plotting their next course of action, and many more) and on the other hand, sad, knowing that this will truly be the second to the last film and then there will be nothing more. The happy/sad ending. The story which has been part of our family for what 10 years or so will be part of history forever. It has converted many a faithful amongst us and long after the curtain is drawn on the last installment for the Deathly Hallows, we will reread and reread the books, watch and review the films and yep recount it to our children during storytelling tuesday nights and therefore, keep the legend of Harry Potter alive!

See you on November 19, in cinemas where harry will visit, for now let me just wipe the dust off this Deathly Hallows copy and brush up on my potter knowledge!

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potter-frenzy is in the air…

Note: this is a review i did on Deathly Hallows ages ago. First published on my multiply  account, 03 August 2007.

Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows by JK Rowling

the best of this colossal series by far, i recommend that each of us, wizard, witch, mudblood, squibb + muggles alike, read this amazing end to our fave wizard’s mis/adventures
the face/off with voldemort is breathtaking
the tale of the deathly hollows entwined with harry’s mission to trackdown all the horcruxes + to destroy them all is way too mind-boggling
the epilogue is a treat
did i tell i had goosebumps holding my copy for the first time?
i’m moving on to the audiobook.(hehe!!)
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Bye, bye brown curls, we will miss you when you’re gone….

Jared had his first ever haircut last September 17 . There is simply  no other choice that we opted for Cuts4Tots to have his curls done. Great facilities, accommodating staff and the person who cut my son’s hair just did wonderfully. However he managed to have Jared sit through the entire session beats me.  He’s just behaving at his best, sitting there, nary a care in the world, like he does it all the time. And I couldn’t be prouder of my son! 
Well, maybe the books and the toys did a little to let him stay put, plus Barney singing in a tv set in front of him must have done him good. You see that is his current fixation, enjoying the “I love You” song from the purple dino and friends.  
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The baby is well behaved
Cuts4Tots in Trinoma

Cuts4Tots service (Php 295.00) include the whole nine yards, with shampoo and blow dry (which i beg off since I just shampooed baby’s hair earlier, plus the idea of having his hair blown dry is not that tempting to me!). It also includes a certificate (for an additional sum of Php 195.00) with baby’s before-and-after-the-hair-cut pics and a lock of hair as a memento. And they even had the receipt under my baby’s name (how cool is that)! What more can I ask for?

Another milestone on my baby’s book and I have several photos here to document the occasion. It was a pleasant experience and am looking forward to more, so bring ’em about you, how was your baby’s first haircut?
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Mine came in an 8.3lbs blue package via c-section exactly two days after my 30th birthday.

My life took a 360-degree turn when I found out I was 2 months pregnant with my child. Suddenly I had myself gob smacked right in the middle of all these pregnancy and child-rearing frenzy. I now have to cope with morning sickness, paglilihi as they termed it, a sudden dislike to certain scents (my lotion, as a matter of fact, and boyfriend’s cologne, which would send my stomach to action the moment I catch a whiff!) and tastes, which is utterly unexplainable, it is as if I just woke up one day and decided I dreaded the smell and taste of certain stuffs! During the first few months, I craved for dinuguan and halo-halo and which better place to find the best tasting ones but in Goldilocks, which has a branch conveniently located just a couple of blocks away from my place! We would normally eat lunch there, much to my boyfriend’s chagrin – he was mortified that our baby will come out all black because I really developed this appetite for dinuguan! The craving faded a while later and replaced by other cravings: apple, singkamas, fita, sago’t gulaman, lumpiang sariwa and finally when my tummy was much bigger, meat and burgers! From being a vegetarian of four years or so, I suddenly turned into one mean meat-eating machine that I used to joke that my baby would be a cannibal!
With being pregnant I suddenly came face to face with terms like premature labor, c-section, peristaltic nipples, cephalic position and all those maternity jargons I never would have had a clue what each meant if not for Aileen and associates (of What to expect when you’re expecting fame!) and my new found friend, my OB-gyne.  I was ushered into the era of my life when I had to say goodbye, albeit, halfheartedly, to my usual staple of clothing, shirt, or tank tops and jeans and say hello to tights (which fit me quite well all throughout my pregnancy) and preggie or oversized tops. Anyway, that is just a minute, dismissible sacrifice compared to the wonderful surprises at hand! And, of course, I only want my ever dependable flip flops on my feet – as it is most comfy -and a cute nail polish shade to boot, no more, no less! I had my first pedicure and foot spa when I was 4 months pregnant!

I was enjoying the full 9-month ride, getting the hang of it finally when my life took another 360-degree turn yet again when he came out.  It was the end of my life as I know it! Suddenly it was as if I was living somebody else’s life and my old one disappeared without a trace.  Goodbye to my single, comfortable, tried and tested life and hello mommyhood! Hello as well to my four-inch-or-so caesarian scar just below my navel! I would’ve wanted to deliver my baby normal, what with my fear of medicine and everything inorganic but 12 hours after my water broke, I was only 3 or 4 inches dilated that it would be impossible for my baby to come out via normal delivery, hence, without a moment’s hesitation I signed the waiver permitting the maternity hospital to cut a whole on me and get my baby out! Much as I am paralyzed with fear of the impending first major operation in my whole 30 years of existence, I fear for my baby’s well being and safety the most that my concerns readily fall into second priority. 

In the midst of my drugged and anesthesia-empowered birth giving, everything seemed to pass in a hissing blur before me, all I can remember is being pushed on a gurney to the operating/delivery room, the syringe on my tailbone (?), and then I would drift between sleeping and waking and after a while he’s finally arrived, I heard the doctor exclaimed it’s a boy and I heard my little boy cried for the first time then I was off to oblivion again.

The first few days were the hardest, while I was tending to my wounds – which can be very painful, especially when I carry my baby, that I can’t carry him longer even if I wanted to – I need to care for my son as well.  He is so little, so helpless it seems, so fragile that I was wondering if I will ever really know how to care and nurture him.  For the first time in a while I was having doubts whether I could muster my parenting ability soon enough so I would know how to keep him safe and satisfied. The first 2 days after we brought him home, I never slept for nearly 48 hours because all I wanted to do is look at him, and hold him as soon as he cooed! Also, I felt like I had to stay on guard lest I will wake up the next day and find him gone.  I had to pinch myself every so often just to make sure, just to convince myself that I wasn’t altogether lucid dreaming and that this is a reality.  My answered prayers, my dream come true, my heaven…my firstborn in my arms…it doesn’t get any better than that!

It was the era for firsts, the first time he slept the night through, the first time he raises his hand, the first time he smiled and laughed.  The first time I changed his diapers, the first time I bathe him. The first pedia visit, the first vaccine when he cried like there is no tomorrow, the first insect bite, the first time a tooth erupted. All of which are stamped in my memory. All of which are entirely new to me.   All of which are entirely new to him, too.  We are both learning. 
The first month came whizzing by, then followed by the next. Every monthly birthday is another momentous occasion, another milestone and we celebrate each of them with a cake, or puto or palabok. I only wish my son can eat these goodies soon enough so I can enjoy them with him.
My life now is drawn on a different canvass, my old life just a blur of a memory and traces of it are quickly disappearing by the second. My lifestyle has drastically changed, so is my wardrobe, so are my priorities and aspirations in life. Being a mother does all that, but I don’t mind.  It is a change I welcome with arms wide open.  Old life be gone, I prefer this new one better, the toothless and afterwards toothy grin, the gooey kisses, the bliss of holding my son in my arms when we sleep at night, priceless, incomparable, my only idea of heaven!
Motherhood is one heck of an exciting journey, it is a profound, life altering experience, and it is a learning process. As I learn more about my son each day, as he learn a little about a thing or two, I am also learning about myself, about being a parent, about patience and sacrifice, about giving more of yourself to someone, about putting somebody else’s needs, interests and desires ahead of yours, about pure, unconditional love that probably only a mother can feel towards someone, his son.  It is our journey together and what fun it is to have Goldilocks tag along. We still have quite a long, long way to go, in fact we have only just begun.
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