Coleen just turned 6 years old last Oct. 13.

Cocoy will be 2 years old this Dec.19.

Babu will be 8 mos this Oct. 21.

My hands are full.

Need I say more?

“I want to help you cook, Mommy.” said Coleen.

“Sure!” I answered.

“So, what do we need?” I asked her, just to check if she still remembered the ingredients we needed in cooking fried chicken.

“Flour, egg and the chicken.” she proudly replied.

“Good! So how do we do it?”

“First, you put the chicken to the flour then put it in the egg then put it in the flour again,” she said while pointing to the flour and beaten egg as she mentioned them.

“Very good! You still remember. OK, so let’s start. But first, we need to wash our hands so the germs will not go to our food,” I explained.

So we took turns washing our hands. Dried them with the paper towel then faced the table. Coleen took a piece of the chicken thigh fillet from the plate. Then, she confidently placed it on the plate of flour she has previously prepared. I was just looking at how she enjoyed “cooking” with me. At first, she did not mind having sticky fingers. She loved it whenever she would cover the chicken with flour. Then, she carefully placed the chicken into the beaten egg.So it was my turn to cover the chicken with egg. Then I asked her to cover the chicken again with flour.

As we were enjoying each other’s company while preparing our dinner, I noticed her getting grossed out with her sticky hands.

“It’s OK to have messy hands while preparing this, Coleen. That’s how cooks are,” I tried to convince her. But she could not help it and said,“Mommy, can I wash my hands?”

“later na lang when we are done,” I answered back.

Then she said, “Mom, can I just put the egg?” meaning can she just put the chicken into the egg bater. “OK. Then I will be the one to put it into the flour,” I replied.

“Oh, so you will be the putter?!”

“Yes, I will be the putter, babe.”

“Yey!”

Do I sound like a pessimist? No. I’m just being realistic.

Our baby girl has a new name, Babu. Thanks to her brother who could not pronounce ‘baby’ but instead says ‘Babu’ every time he calls her. She is now five months old. How time flies!!!

I think our family has caught a flu virus. First, it was my daughter who had a cough for almost a month, then me, then my husband, then my little boy and back to me again. I pray that our youngest baby wouldn’t catch it (since she has strong antibodies, thanks to my breast milk! ).

Hay.

I could not believe that this happens for real. Kids not behaving properly will be tied to their chairs in school? What kind of school is that?! And is that even called a school?

Schools should be fun not like this. Grrr.

“You have to promise me, Coleen, that you will not sleep in school.

Why Mommy?

Because you will not learn if you sleep in school.

But Mommy it’s so ‘matagal’ our snack time!

Why? Do you get hungry in school that’s why you sleep there?

Yes.

So that’s the reason why you should eat a lot before going to school.

Yes na nga but it’s so matagal.

It’s really like that, Coleen. It’s because you are getting bigger.

No. It’s because I’m getting Kinder.“

Funny Ate Coleen! She never fails to amaze me with how she constructs her sentences and how she tries to answer my questions in her own language. Whenever we engage in conversations about anything, she would always have innocent bloopers that are just so cute and real funny.

I used to be like this. Whenever I feel annoyed or frustrated or angry I sort of loved the feeling that I kept on thinking about the annoying situation or the annoying person over and over. Weird huh? I guess, women are like that. Since we are more emotional people than men, we tend to internalize, dwell and relish whatever we are feeling- be it good or bad, especially when we get hurt really bad…and the person who has hurt us is the one we love.

It really hurts sometimes but we just can’t let go of the feeling of pain. We try to escape from it but simply couldn’t . In the long run we realize that we have just wasted our time and energy cultivating that ugly feeling inside us. Then all of a sudden we want to change or be a new person, just so we could be normal again.

But when we get frustrated again or hurt, we do the same thing over and over again. It becomes a cycle, which only means we become more and more frustrated and annoyed. So the question now is, how do we stop it?

Here’s how. Believe in the power of the mind. Everything we are and we have and we want, all relies in us- in the power of our mind. Like what my sister would always say, “Learn to master your emotions.” Yes, so if we want to really feel annoyed and frustrated, by all means do not stop that cycle. Otherwise, control your mind, your emotions.

In short, read The Secret (hehe).

What’s chocho? Ipis. Cockroach.

Yes, it’s that creepy, yucky, dirty pest that has survived all the disasters in the world and is even believed to be the only species that would survive until forever! Eeew.

Like Badoodles in his war of the roaches, I feel so annoyed and even feel really tense whenever I see those creatures. Panic attack!

My nose has become sensitive to their odor that I could smell whenever they are near me! Gross.

Ano ba talagang silbi ng mga ipis? Bakit ba sila ginawa ng Diyos? Alam naman ng Diyos na ‘bad’ sila at wala silang ibang pupuntahan pag namatay kundi sa impiyerno lang.

So what is really their purpose aside from being one of the agents for decomposition? I don’t know! They even spread diseases like salmonella and allergies. So why are they here?

This is one of the major reasons why you can never let me join Fear Factor. I would die slowly if I’d be attacked by these incredible creatures. (himatay)

There were boys playing basketball at the clubhouse and one of them was Ronnie Magsanoc (btw,he is a homeowner here). I was just humbled to see him play basketball with those ordinary people. He was not playing like a pro, instead he was just like any other guy playing basketball. I even saw him coaching his teammates. It was cool to see him like that. I said to myself,”What a good person he is, no sign of being a star,”

Whenever I see great people like him, acting like a nobody, the more I see them as somebody. We should all be like that. I believe that we are all equal- no matter what age, status, social class we are in, sex, occupation or whatever educational attainment we have reached, we are all the same. We all breathe in the same air, live in the same planet, eat food from common sources, fart undeniably, sweat salty water, snore loudly, sneeze like a cat, excrete smelly poops and may even have bad breath in the morning. We are all the same. So no one should put themselves higher than anybody else. The more you put yourselves above the rest, the more people would look down on you.

So, lets be like Ronnie Magsanoc. Hats off to you, Sir!