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Adventurous Celestine

Thanks to Facebook memories, I was reminded that a year a go Elle’s world was limited to just two things: feeding and sleeping. No smiling or laughing and all the more, no pilya moves yet. It comes at a perfect timing, because it puts into perspective what we’re experiencing right now: riot (in a fun way, of course)!

From just the four corners of our room, Elle now enjoys her afternoon on the streets…a wee bit much. In fact, she doesn’t even want to go home anymore from her routine walks outside. I got a text from my mother last week while I was away on vacation: “Sobrang kulit ni Elle. Gusto na sa labas tumira. (Elle is so stubborn. She wants to live outside.)” I can just imagine the flailing that ensued when they told her it’s to go back inside. Haha! But it’s exactly what kind of childhood I want her to experience—especially in this day and age when kids would rather play with their iPads. Big part of mine was spent outside with my friends—taking turns learning how to ride my rainbow-colored bike, playing all the games we could think of, and just getting dungis out there. So I’m hoping this is a good start for the little one.

 

Elle and her Ates. 🙂

 

Since Elle also apparently thinks she has mastered the art of walking (But no, she hasn’t really. She still gets out of balance sometimes), she figures she has no use for us anymore and always swipes away any hand that tries to guide her when we’re out for walks. (Like the big boss that she is! Haha.) What we do is we try to hold her shirt to at least get a grip of her, though it’s pointless once she breaks into a run.  So you know how this ended…with her first booboo! That’s what she gets for thinking she’s a three-year-old stuck in a one-year-old body. (In fact, when you ask her how old she is, she holds up her finger as 1 but she says “three” and I have no idea where she got that.)

 

I will kiss your booboo, Elle. 🙂

 

Well, she didn’t cry that much, and it didn’t seem like the scratch bothered her the rest of the night because she was back to her old naughty baby self in no time.

With the kind of adventurous baby Elle is, though, I expect this is just first of many booboos were going to deal with. Especially that Elle also grown fond of doing things that make me feel like I’m going to have a heart attack; She climbs up the seat of her bike and likes to do her dancing from there, she climbs the couch always in haste and goes down from it with head and hands first. (All done with her mischievous smile.) Her idea of playtime always has to be something that involves us chasing her. (A split second can spell disaster so we have to keep our eye out on her at all times!)

But I’m really not complaining (at least for now or since I’m not the one who takes care of her the entire day). I’m enjoying seeing Elle growing up to be such an outdoorsy, adventurous soul. I wouldn’t have it any other way!

Baby biking.

Baby biking.

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The one who keeps me calm

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I landed in Manila with high hopes as the plane arrived from Bohol at 2:25 p.m., 20 minutes ahead of schedule. That quickly changed when it took me 2 hours to get out of Pasay alone, and another two to get home to Fairview. I paid a whopping P430 to get from the airport to Centris Quezon Avenue, which is normally about the same amount I pay from Fairview to the airport. I could’ve flown to Bohol and then back to Manila then back to Bohol again with all the time I spent on the road. Horrible would be a sore understatement to describe the Friday traffic.

On an ordinary day, I usually wouldn’t mind. It takes me three hours or more to get to work everyday so another hour to that is nothing I haven’t experienced before. But today was different, I hadn’t seen my daughter in three days and there was nothing else I wanted more than to catch her awake. I thought if could get home at around 5pm, I would probably catch her walking around outside. But when I was still on Edsa approaching Magallanes by 4:30 p.m, I started honestly wanting to punch somebody or break the damn windows. I bitched at pretty much everybody who tried to calm me down over the phone and started spewing expletives on social media. Later on, I had no choice but to break into tears because there was no other appropriate emotion I hadn’t used yet. All because of sheer frustration over wasted time could’ve been spending with Elle.

But when I got home and finally saw her, it was like all that pent up rage from an exhausting day had evaporated in a instant. I’m not even exaggerating. I know myself—piss me off in the morning and I’m no good for the rest of the day so I thought it would need a good night’s sleep just to get over this terrible “welcome back” moment. But it turns out, all it needed was Elle’s most charming smile. Ironic how Elle can drive me nuts then be the only person who can calm me down. (Now bookmark this page if you ever need to pacify me. Secrets revealed!)

 

Giving Elle a bear hug (which she hates).

Elle then showed off some new dance moves she learned while I was away and her steadier walk. I’m certain she gained a little more weight, judging by her huuuuuge tummy and chubby cheeks! Crazy how three days could seem like such a long time when you have a growing kid. We spent 30 minutes running around in the sala before she started whining, which meant we needed to go up.

Booty work

When it was time for bed, Elle wouldn’t close her eyes. As if the universe was trying to make amends for the disaster today, Elle even spent an extra hour and half past her bed time just lying down on my left arm while watching TV, giving me the chance to stroke her hair and tell her about my trip before I finally put her to bed.