So last night, Emma was a bit silent before bedtime, and Zi was already sleeping. I asked Em about her pensiveness and she said “I’m thinking about Zi.” She explained that she was sad upon thinking of the time when Zi would “be big like Mama and she will have a baby. She will have a new family and will leave me.” Wow. I was floored that such far sighted thoughts resided in my four year old’s head. I honestly didn’t know how to answer such a sensitive topic, yet remain as honest and mature as possible. You see, ever since we found out we were pregnant, Emma has stayed so close to her younger sister, being surprisingly nurturing, giving, and loving. Sometimes, she even asks Perze if he misses his Mama and Tatay (dad), consoling him by saying we’ll take a plane to the Philippines to visit them. I guess she picked up on the reality that sometimes you leave your old family when you get married and have a new family. So I told her, even if Zi will have a new family when she becomes a Mama, her old family will never change and will always be […]
My Little Helper Zem’s a big help to me these days. She gets me bibs, diapers, wipes for Zienne. She helps throw out dirty diapers, put things in the laundry hamper, cleans her toys, puts her papers/crafts away. She puts Zi’s milk in the fridge, etc. She’s truly my ‘big girl’ helper. In Her Skin She calls it the tickles, her itchiness, caused by her eczema. She scratches so hard and long sometimes that she actually breaks her skin, which eventually bleeds. We’re always applying lotion on her skin, moisturizer and insulating lotions. I even have a routine with her when we pick her old scabs, as so alleviate more itchiness the scabs may cause. We recently took her to an allergist who strongly recommended a dermatologist in NY, so after we get her blood test, we’re heading for The Big Apple. In Jesus Name Perze and I are always so impressed with her prayers. She has such elaborate prayers that remembers everyone in her family, down to her Tita Steph’s baby in her tummy. Prayers include things as “recycling, thanking God for cleaning the world, making mamam happy, making invitations for her party, letting Zienne want to play with […]
They look very similar with minor differences that make it distinct. They’re about the same age in the pictures. I tried to choose poses resembling each other.
E: What happens when I grow up? When I become a mama? M: You’ll be a mama to a baby and I will be a lola. E: No, you’ll be a mama. M: Yes, your mama, but the baby’ lola. I’ll always be your mama. E: Don’t worry, I won’t grow up too fast, Mamam. M: I very much hope so, baby.
I usually put Emma to bed each night so Perze can handle Zi. Usually, after our prayers, we have some Mom & daughter talks about the day or I ask questions about her thoughts on certain things. Or sometimes I sneak in a “did you know” lesson. Last night, we had two funny conversations: “Just Palo Me” We take turns praying, first her, then me. After the prayer she said, “mamam, Jesus said ‘just palo me. So God palo Jesus.’” (Palo in tagalog means spank). Confused I repeated what she said, and she confirmed it, “jesus said ‘just palo me’ so God palo-ed Jesus.” I laughed and had to correct her- it’s “follow” not “palo.” Jesus said, “Just follow me.” We had an innocent snicker. “You call everyone to recycle” During her prayer, she asked if everyone can take care of the world. She’s very green conscious these days, noticing trash on the ground. She said, “Mamam, tomorrow, can we recycle?” I told her that we recycle paper. She then added, “we also have to recycle plastic. And cans. And bottles. Tomorrow I’ll call my guests and tell them. You call everyone to recycle, ok? Everyone has to recycle to […]
When Emma first introduced herself to us in the hospital, July 1, 2005, Perze and I were floored because we had no clue as to who she was. She was a completely new entity, yet inherently connected to us, loved unexplainably because we were chosen to take care of her life. As the days progressed into months, into years, and as her personality emerged, Perze and I found ourselves discussing how much of a blessing it was raising her. Her deep love for the learning, arts, nature, technology, playing, and family amazed us. Her growing understanding of life, her growing capacity to love, and her growing need for answers to her curious nature led us to understand her more and who she was, who she’s becoming. We categorized her personality (and even physical traits) into Perze and Marchesa-like shelves, Fabila or Ababa, and realizing that the left over uncategorized traits were hers alone. Those uncategorized aspects are what I’m looking forward to the most, to see them nurtured and mature because they are neither mine nor Perze’s. Today’s her 4th birthday and as a young parent, I am amazed to learn just how much a four year old knows, their […]
Slowly Em is learning how to read. She knows a lot of her phonetic sounds and can sometimes put the sounds to form the words. Hopefully when Zi is a couple months, I can concentrate on Em’s reading. Today we read a book about Barney. She chose it so I couldn’t say no 🙂 .