I’ve been trying to watch what I eat, but it’s such an inconsistent experience.
It’s also very hard to be on a diet when your feelings are in the way.
I know I can burn off the calories by being active so I downloaded an exercise app. The problem is that it takes me 12 hours to finish a 15-minute routine.
If for some reason I do lose some weight, I tend to celebrate too early.
I’ve been promising myself that I will get back to my pre-pregnancy weight for years. For too long now, I’ve been holding on to a certain pair of jeans that I will most definitely wear again once I lose the inches. You just wait and see.
The other day, my daughter put her hands on my tummy and exclaimed, “Mommy, you’re so fat!”
I stood there, feeling shell-shocked. What should I say? What should I do? Should I tell her she was rude and she hurt my feelings? She was just telling the truth. I mean, I am technically fat. Should I scold her for that? Do I have a conversation with her about how there are some things you should never tell another person? But she’s three. Would she even understand?
As I stood there, debating on how to react, she pressed her face against my stomach and said,”You’re the warmest mommy ever and I love you so much.”
So yeah, I could probably stand to lose a few pounds. But darn it if I didn’t learn my lesson fast that how much I weigh is not what’s important.
We love our Tula baby carrier. We use it about twice a month, which isn’t a lot, but during those times when we do use it, it’s a lifesaver. If you ask me, this picture is hotter than this.
This puzzle toy is my son’s top toy. He can’t fit in the letters yet, but he’s very good at chewing on the pieces.
Everything you see here, except for the cookie and coffee, of course, were found at various surplus shops around our neighborhood. Total cost is 45Php, or roughly 0.94USD.
She looks like such a young lady in this picture. My heart can’t handle it.
Our kids are usually at their best first thing in the morning. They get up usually before six in the morning, and wake us up with demands for big breakfasts.
The past couple of months, we’ve settled into a routine. My husband gets up first. When the kids wake up, he entertains them. It usually involves making pancakes or having the kids help him prepare coffee.
I wake up a few minutes later, wash a load of laundry, and change diapers. We all eat a leisurely breakfast together, with my husband usually taking pictures of the kids, before he goes to work.
Once he’s gone, there’s a change in the atmosphere. In our family, dad is the fun one, while mom is the one who gets the boring but necessary things done. The kids play for a bit, while I do the dishes. Then, I give my son a shower and put him down for his morning nap.
While he’s sleeping, I get my daughter ready for school. She gets a bath, fresh clothes, and her teeth brushed. I remind her to pack her bag and then edit it out sneakily (she has a tendency to pack the most random things, like a bag of raw potatoes, to “show teacher). By 11, my son is awake and we’re off to school.
It’s all very mundane but I really find comfort in following a routine. When I was younger, spontaneity was important. But now that I’m an adult, wow, I find it so overrated. Isn’t it much nicer to know what will happen at a particular time?
Our mornings, in many ways are so ordinary, but they’re my favorite part of the day. What are your mornings like?
My daughter is a good eater, but very picky. She loves eggs, but only the white parts. She’ll eat rice, but won’t touch the meat.
She only likes the bread part of sandwiches. Just hand her a piece of bread, you say. Easy.
Uh, no. She insists that I make her a sandwich and then watch as I pick it apart and just hand her slices of bread.
To further complicate things, these quirks are highly dependent on her mood. There would be times when she must absolutely, desperately have meat. No rice.
She’s three so she has complicated feelings, okay?
Last week, my daughter had assessments so she had to bring snacks to school. I was a little nervous since the last time I had to do this, she came back with a note saying that she refused to eat and that we should do a better job packing her food.
This time around, I was determined to redeem myself.
I got her a new container, so issue two was solved easily. As for the mystery of whether or not she would eat them, I decided to outsmart her by using an appeal to cuteness.
On day 1, she got butter and strawberry jam sandwiches and some cereal. I just used a cookie cutter to make bunny shapes. The eyes are chocolate cereal crumbs, and I drew on the noses and smiles with jam.
On Day 2, she got a hard boiled egg sliced to make a very crude looking Baymax. The eyes are just balled up pieces of herbs (this was cilantro, I think), from dinner the night before. Baymax was on a bed of cheese crackers. She also got a few orange segments.
This was a bit of a failure, because the egg made the crackers into a soggy mess. I would separate them next time.
I saved the big guns for the last day: a rice ball shaped like Hello Kitty, her favorite character. You can buy rice molds in every shape imaginable, but I just used plastic wrap. I put the rice on some Saran and shaped it like the cat’s head. The plastic kept the rice from sticking to fingers and made it easier to pack in the grains tightly so they’ll keep their shape.
The whiskers and the eyes are cut up pieces of nori, and the bow and nose are cheese slices. She ate the rice with shredded up adobo and had a cookie for dessert.
Making these were surprisingly therapeutic.
In my mind, I’m one of those crafty, Pinterest moms. It was nice to do something creative with what should have been a routine chore. Even better, my daughter was excited to eat her snacks and came home with cleaned out containers each time. They took only about 10 minutes longer to prepare, so I got maximum rewards for my input. I’m marking these up as a parenting win.
Since becoming a parent, the maximum amount of time that I have without having to run off to do something or attend to someone small and needy is roughly two hours. Those two hours are precious to me, so I tend to obsess over what I’ll do.
One of my favorite things to do is to watch the animated film, Summer Wars. Directed by Mamoru Hosoda, its a great story about family relationships layered under a science fiction plot.
The story follows Kenji Koiso, an insecure math genius who gets roped in by his friend Natsuki into pretending to be her fiance for grandmother’s 90th birthday. Together with Natsuki’s whole family, they work together to stop a rogue hacker program bent on causing destruction.
The story arc surrounding the computer-generated villain follows a familiar tune: artificial intelligence is created, set loose, mayhem occurs. However, Summer Wars is saved from being formulaic is the way the characters are fleshed out.
The characters are varied and authentic in a way that would make you swear they were based on people you know. There is the fierce grandmother matriarch, the uncle who asks inappropriate questions, and the well-meaning but ultimately bumbling cousin. I find myself grinning at how the characters interact, especially around the dinner table, because these are scenes that can easily happen (and have happened) during our own family reunions.
The cat and mouse, save the world plot is entertaining enough, but Summer Wars truly shines when it focuses on how family relationships work. One of the highlights of the movie is when the grandmother’s letter is read. She gives voice to what every parent thinks and hopes for their family.
Summer Wars is sweet and at times, heartbreaking. Watch it with your kids, as an adventure film. Watch it with your husband, to laugh at how Shota reminds you of your cousin. Watch it by yourself to remind yourself of how precious family is. Whatever your motivation, watching Summer Wars is a great way to spend your break, and will leave you looking forward to your next meal with your family.
Parents, raise your hand if you have ever encountered someone who acted like their sole purpose in life is to comment on how you raise your kid.
They can be family members, total strangers, and my personal favorite, people with no kids.
Most of the time, I just give a small nod to make it seem like what they said is of consequence to me. Have you ever tried to engage anyone in a debate over parenting?
It’s pretty much pointless.
There’s a notoriously judgmental parent at my daughter’s school. Both my husband and I have been on the receiving end of her disapproval, in varying degrees. Maybe she’s the grandmaster wizard of parenting, so she’s entitled to point out what other parents are doing wrong. I seem to have missed the memo.
What I am certain about is that parenting is such a personal experience. It’s hard to say that what works for you will work for another. Love is shown in so many ways.
My kids are happy and healthy, and when they throw their little arms around me, I would like to think that means that we’re doing well. So what if another parent makes a snarky comment?
And you know what happens when you give enough snarky comments, right? It gives the rest of us the chance to whip out Mean Girl references.