Broken Glass

Busted Glass
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Koy was being extra creative at play this morning. Threw a coin at the ceiling and Bham! Down came our fluorescent light.

What else can a 5-year old kid say but, Ooooops!

Someday... I Just Know

When he saw her, he just knew - he'll marry her someday.

He will go to the US, where she is now. He will court her, she'll say yes and they will marry. He will build her a house, a robot house, one that transforms and can fly.

But for now, he's going to study very hard, especially math and science because he needs to be very good at it to be able to build his robot house. He pretty much has some ideas sketched up in his mind on how he would want it to look but he has to reinforce it with the fundamentals so that it's not only going to be about the design but the structure as well.

For now, he's not going to call her or send her email for he doesn't miss her yet. When he does, he will.

Whenever he's paired up with some pretty girl his age, he'd shy off and say that he already has a girlfriend. Her name is Charie, she's currently in the states and he's going to marry her someday.

So loyal and pure...


*digiscrap elements are by melany violette, angelica e. and carol abram.

My Brain, My Brain

Mama: Boz, indi ka ka play kung indi mo ni mabasa

(Boz, you can’t play if you can’t read this)

The Word: NEOPETS

Koy: Ne

Koy: Ne-o

Koy: Neodex?

Mama: Nope

Koy: Neopex?

Mama: Nope

Koy: Neo… ano man?

Mama: Sige na, indi ka gd ka play kung indi ka kabalo

(Give it a go! You can’t play unless you know this!)

He curled his hands into fists and started to pound on his temples while squinting and chanting, “Brain, Brain, buligi ako!!!!!” (Brain, brain, help me!!!!!)

Everybody broke down in laughter, especially Koy.

AboutThePhoto: taken over a year ago, filed under ways of entertaining yourself on a slow weekend with kutsinta cups as props.

Of Future MILs

Boz @ 4.9

Tita Rhea: Boz, din ka makadto? Where are you going, Boz?

Koy: Mapuli sa Bacolod We're going home to Bacolod.

TR: Pwede ko ka upod? Can I come with you ?

Koy: Kung gusto mo. If you want to.

Koy: Galing sa balay kami ni mommy matulog. But we'll be sleeping at mommy's house.

TR: Te pwede man ko to ka upod sa imo? Can I join you?

Koy: Basi kigan ka ni mama mo. You're mom might not approve of it.

My son, a gentleman in the making!

Eating on His Own

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Last Sunday we attended the hubby's high school reunion at Hotel Del Rio. We met some of his batchmates who brought their families as well. During lunch, we sat Koy in between us. Without any supervision, he managed to eat on his own finishing every spoonful of rice and sotanghon with egg on his plate. One of the hubby's lady batchmates asked how old is Koy and when we told her he is 4, she was surprised at how young and independent he is. An observation shared by every one else on our table.

When we got home, we shared this info with Koy, congratulating him at how he was able to impress his papa's batchmates.

"Te kay may pulis to!" (There was a police officer there!)

Amo gali?

Drink 2 Glasses of Milk Daily

Mama: Koy, finish your milk, na. Your teacher said that you have to drink two glasses of milk a day.


Chikoy: Indi na ya glass, Mama, plastic na ya!

Oo man gani....

Someday, I Just Know

While answering the exercises I prepared for him in anticipation for his final exam.

Boz: Magdako na ko bala, tagaan ko bala ni Emily Raine (classmate) sang t-shirt na Power Rangers. (When I grow up, Emily Raine will give me a Power Rangers t-shirt)

Mama: Tuod ka? Amo na siling ya? (Really? That's what she said?)

Boz: Hambalon ko pa siya. (I plan to tell her that)

Forward looking!

Photo credit: www.tesco.com/entertainment/product.aspx?R=763106

Watching Chicken Run

While Watching Chicken Run on Studio 23...

The scene: A hen was grabbed by the neck and brought to a shack. Mrs. Tweedy opened the door to reveal an axe on a slab of wood. She lifted the axe and closed the door.

Boz: napatay ang chicken, mama? (Did the chicken die, mama?)

Uneasy silence…

Mama: nag-ubra sila chicken pie. (They made chicken pie)

Boz: nag-ubra sila chicken pie? Kakaon na ko bala sang chicken pie. Namit na sa no? (They made chicken pie? I’ve eaten chicken pie. Taste good, no?)

Coke Zero

His assignment for the day was to practice writing the number 10.

Me: Write number one, first. Vertical line then slanting line. And then zero. Just like Coke Zero!

(finished writing the number 10)

Chikoy: Coke one ya? (What about Coke 1?)

Me: huh?

Chikoy: Tapos na ang Coke Zero, Coke One naman dason. (We're done with Coke Zero, Coke one comes next.)

Me: Palagpat!

We both ended up laughing!

I like My Father's Name

As we drove by the Cathedral, my mother mentioned that January 20 is also the feast day of its patron saint, St. Sebastian. Since it is also the hubby’s birthdate, I kidded around and told him that had his parents been devout Catholics, he would have been named after the saint’s name. All of a sudden, a pillow flew and landed on the dashboard from the car’s backseat. Chikoy threw the pillow in protest of the joke.

With hands crossed over his chest, he forcefully proclaimed, “Indi ko gusto!”

“Ang ano baby?”

“Indi ko gusto i-la-in ang ngalan ni papa ko… waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” sobs, sobs sobs.

Aaawwws… I’m sorry baby, it was just a joke. We’re not changing your papa’s name to Sebastian. Mama won’t joke around like that anymore. Until you’re in a better mood! Kidding!

It took a while before we got him to stop crying. Later, when he was sober, we asked him why he didn't like the joke. He said that he didn't want us to change his papa's name. He likes it to stay the way it is. A very logical explanation explanation really.

Hay, with the rate things are going, I'd have to censor my jokes too!

Evening Prayer

While tucking Boz to bed last night...

Mama: Boz ma pray na ta
Boz: Natuyo na ko (sleepy na ako) *yawning*
Mama: Sige na, para take care ka ng angels in your sleep.
Boz: Duha ta ma pray (pray tayong dalawa)
Mama: Ok
(Boz and mama pray the Prayer to the Guardian Angel)
Mama: Lord take care of
Boz: Tita Flor
Mama: and
Boz: Tita Yvonne
Mama: and
Boz: Tito Walter
Mama: and
Boz: Tito Ninong Ivan
Mama: and Boznik that he will always have good health and our whole family, may You keep us away from harm always. Amen.
Boz: Amen. In the name of the Father, of the Son and of the Holy Spirit. Amen
Mama: Amen. Good night baby. *kiss on the forehead*
Boz: Good night mama, good night papa.
Mama: Love you baby.
Boz: Love you mama, love you papa.

silence...

While I was already inching away to my bed, Boz called out.

Boz: Mama, wala ta ka pray para sa iya papa napatay (Mama, hindi natin napagdasal yung namatayan ng papa).
Mama: I'm sorry baby, sige pray natin family nila.....

We've been praying for my officemate for the past five days, and last night, I forgot to include her name in our special intentions. But Boz remembered... some thoughtful son I have...

Boz Lessons: Loyalty and Love

I brought Boz to work last Monday afternoon to give his nanny some time to freshen up and fix their things for their trip to Bacolod. They were going to spend time with my mom and Miki and I will join them there on Friday. While we were waiting for Nanay Bebeng to arrive, I poised him on my desk, gave him some coloring pencils and pieces of paper to write on.

A few scribbles and doodles after, Rhea, our records officer (also the youngest in our office) came by to deliver some incoming communication in our division. She stopped by my desk and asked Boz what he was doing. In a rather shy tone, almost in a whisper, he replied that he was coloring. Rhea then engaged him into conversation by asking what was he drawing and the color of the pen he was holding. Rhea pointed at each pen in front of him and asked for their colors too. He answered all the questions asked of him correctly but always in a bashful manner. Then suddenly, before Rhea could continue with her interrogation, he said: “May girlfriend na ko, si June.”

We all fell to a hearty laugh at his very straightforward remark!

“Te, sin-o mas gwapa, si Tita Rhea or si June?”

“Si June.”

“Si Ma’am Maricar or si June?”

“Si June.”

“Si June or si Mama?”

“Si June.”

Talk about loyalty! Volunteering information about his allegiance without hesitation! Hmmm, was Boz thinking that Rhea was making advances on him? Or that indulging her was making him disloyal to June? I asked him if he likes Tita Rhea to which he replied, “Si June lang.”

And June is not even a true person! She is a cartoon character from the Little Einsteins cartoon series! Oh well, love and loyalty, what more can I say?