Bonding Time

Mornings with Migo. My son's school time and my work schedule allows me to bring him to school every morning. It's our bonding time. I learned that my first born doesn't want to bring any strawberry flavored snack or drink to school. I'm not sure if he's too giving or his classmate Juliana is too insistent in asking for her strawberry flavored goodies. "Hinihingi ni Juliana yong tira ko kahit hindi pa ako finish." Migo didn't want to bring his Big M Strawberry Milk to school even as I bought one (1) whole case for him. So what we did was to remove the outer plastic label indicating the strawberry flavor and he just brings a plain white plastic bottle to school (still with a pinkish red cap). Now Migo's finishing the last few pieces of Big M I bought. :)

Evenings with Jack. My youngest son is slowly picking up words but still chooses to baby talk. I was surprised that he asked, actually demanded, for me instead of his Mom when he woke up one weekend. He pointed to me when my wife tried to pick him up from his crib. Then I remembered that I tickled him to sleep the night before. I rubbed together the soles of his feet which he truly enjoyed. I also lifted him up as he sat on my feet while I lay in bed. I guess he wants more of that before sleeping time.

I do hope that I get to spend more time with them while they're still young.

Nearing 40

I just turned 37 last month. 37... 3 years to 40. 20 years after graduating from High School. 8 years in my current job. However, no middle life crisis for me. I guess because I have these two boys, aged 5 and 1.5 that keeps me on my toes.

The 1st one keeps your mind thinking for questions like why does the monster truck look like a car? why does the other monster truck look like batman's car? or what about why is the soccer ball small (he's referring to a stress ball in one of my officemate's desk)? when told that it was for exercising the hands, the follow up question is why do they use the hand when soccer ball is for football?

The 2nd one already understands and follows instructions like give this to Grandpa and throw this in the trash can, yet he blurted out his first word "Mommy" just yesterday. It's been months since he's been talking gibberish yet he already gave his older brother at least three bruises a day for hitting him with toys and books - with a strong swing to boot! Yet, he adores his Kuya and will always laugh when he sees his sibling making faces.

Bath time turns into wet time for everyone in site. Sleeping time is preceded by a wrestling match between unmatched weight classes. Eating time turns rice all over the table, chair and floor mess for the younger one while I want more gravy for the other one. Playtime ends up with each one wanting the toy held by the other.

So no, I don't feel like I'm nearing 40. I feel like I still need to be fit to keep with these two boys. The long term plan is that they should be good at sports so that I don't need to spend much on their college education. At least 16 to 20 more years to go! :)