If A Picture Paint a Thousand Words

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Paige and Riley Vids

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Stinkhole

For months now, mamu has been complaining about my cousins' room - or the state of it. We have three cousins staying with us - all of them college students. Anyway, Mamu has called it a pig sty. I was not completely convinced (because Mommy tends to exaggerate - she likes doing so because she likes spicing up her stories) until I saw the room for myself.

I do not really enter other people's room, so I have not seen the state of this room despite Mamu's complaints. Until the other day.

Paige wore her favorite gown that day. She knows that I'd get mad, so she tried to hide from me. She entered my cousins' room and hid under the bed. I had no choice but to look for her there - in effect, I was able to enter the controversial lair.

And I realized my mother was not exaggerating at all. Take a look for yourself -

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My Life in 5 Photos

Malunggay and Sabaw - the Perfect Food for breastfeeding mother. Well, I try. I cannot call myself a breastfeeding mother, however. I am failing miserably, but damn it. I am trying. I am not giving up. I will not. I will not!!!


I massacred these ants. I do not apologize. There is no death penalty or reclusion perpetua for mass murder of ants. They deserve it. Those blasted brainless creatures.




Yep, this is a disgusting photo. It's Riley's poop on my thigh. I hope you haven't eaten your breakfast, lunch or dinner yet. I've gotten used to it though. I have been pooped, peed on and vomited on for the last three weeks. It's a pretty good life indeed.


This photograph is for my sister. This is the parent's initial harvest. There is more to harvest. They've turned the front yard into a rice field. What's amazing though is that they've left it there for the last three days and nobody has stolen them yet! I swear! I cannot imagine where all the thieves and robbers have gone.


See this? This is my accomplishment. I'm proud of this - it's pathetic, but I am proud of this. Fairly soon enough, I'd be a "dried-up" mother who once dreamt of breasts that produce milk for cheese production. I actually thought I'd give that breast milk lady in eBay a run for her money. Stupid.

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Eat Your Vegetables!

Once a mother always a mother... You'll always worry about your children - yes, even when your child is 30 years old and has two kids of her own. You will never fail to hand over whatever it is you're eating (and still wanting to eat) if you're child asks for it. And you will always nag your child about eating right - and eating vegetables.

I generally don't like eating vegetables. No, scratch that. I like vegetables except okra. I generally deplore Okra. I think it's a sick vegetable. It has mucus for god's sake! Who would like to eat a vegetable with mucus in it. And it has hairs. It's generally an icky veggie. I will not force it on anyone especially my children. If one day, Paige tells me she hates it, I'd nod my head and say, "Yes, I understand my child it's an icky vegetable with hair and mucus. Who would want to eat that?"

And then there's this other vegetable. They call it the parapagulong. I probably don't have the name right, but it's name ends with gulong - so, that's that.

Anyway, while eating our lunch earlier, I was feeding Paige while talking to Mamu who was sitting across the table from me eating her lunch as well. We had tinola for lunch. And I was making Paige eat her papaya. The tinola had the papaya and parapagulong mixed in it.

I was convincing Paige to eat the papaya, telling her she'd be prettier if she eats it. All the while, Mamu was nagging me to eat the parapagulong, "Ay ta magkakan ka baya nene kaini... Mamaray ang udo mo." (I think she has given up on me growing prettier if I eat my veggies, so it's basically about my bowels from here on. ☺)

Anyway while I was force-feeding Paige with Papaya, Mamu was dropping every piece of parapagulong on my plate. While Paige was complaining about the papaya, my face was all scrunched up, irritated with all the parapagulong on my plate, "Tama na ini Mama ha? Ini na lang.. ini na lang! Dai mo na po dagdagan!"

It was only then that I realized what was happening. Two generations of Mothers. It never changes. It's always about making your child eat her vegetables. I pointed it out to Mamu and we had a good laugh over it. ♥

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