Struggling and Sorry
It's Mommy-not-in-a-good-place meets Yakee-testing-his-limits-and-growing-more-jealous-of-brother.
And by jealous, I mean, you are fighting for attention since we mostly coo at Yamee now, not you.
You've been really testy most nights now. Last night, because I was sick and fed up already, I didn't do our bedtime rituals again. And in the dark you told me, "Mommy, I will make you happy. So you're not mad anymore. I will be sleepy." It broke my heart that I was not being a better parent... still, it took you over an hour before you settled down.
Now, you're also always asking me if I'm angry, mad, upset or sad. And I hate it that you're trying to decipher my negative feelings. But oh darling, you are such a handful. I threatened you with a royal spanking yesterday because you were trying to put a piece of paper in Yamee's mouth, because you were probably wondering if he can do the whistle thing on it too, like you can.
It's not all bad but it's really more a struggle these past few weeks. I have removed your TV time because I want both of us to be forced to connect and play. I let you waste two containers of glitter glue yesterday and will let you paint our CR walls again more regularly.
I am still hoping to send you to St. Michael... you enjoyed the trial class because you loved the sandbox.
And Yamee is really so used to you crowding him in his sleep. He even smiles more when he senses you than when he senses Pappie.
You're seldom without a cape now, made from a cloth diaper... even at Olly's christening. Lolo even thought it was for your sweat :)
Your level of imagination is still very good, seeing things in shapes and shapes in things.
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Miscellaneous FB updates:
is so out of shape... she pulled a muscle just from playing tag with Yakee *sus*
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hopes Yakee will get better na so he can freely hug Yamee again... hay
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Yakee: Mommy, I got your magazine from Ninang. I saved the day! (yup, recovering na sya)
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Just when I thought id have to wait a year or two more before he draws something that makes sense to me, he draws this: himself :)
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Naiyak ako when I saw this... what happened to my baby boy? Asan na sya! (aside, Yakee is the super spitting image of his Pappie here)
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Yakee helped Yamee roll on his front, unbeknownst to me. Seeing his baby brother wriggle like that while supporting his head, Yakee shouted, "Look Mommy look, he's a caterpillar!"
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Yakee singing..."Jack be nimble went up the hill to fetch a pail of water..." (well, he also says Thomas and Jerry)
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waited for hubs and son to get home and they did at around 1 AM this morning... they were both sitting in the front row of Quirino Grandstand last night for the Chinese New Year festivities & fireworks. Love Jojo Arevalo for keeping his promise of dancing dragons...
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Yakee: Mommy, last night, the dragons is not spit fire. There is no fire. (Chinese dancing dragons clashing with stories of knights slaying dragons)
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Yakee: Look Mommy, a dinosaur!
(seeing the shape of a sauropod)
Me: Wow, is that a diplodocus or a brachiasaurus?
Yakee (indignant): No, no, it's the swimming dinosaur. The elamasaurus! (elasmasurus, anak)
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notice the gigil in YAKEE
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At least I can't say yet that Yakee's bored...
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Pappie: why did you ask momsy to buy the spaghetti if you're not going to eat it?
Yakee: because I have to.
Pappie: you have to what?
Yakee: I have to get the car!
(yikes, Jollibee kiddie meal has gotten to my son)
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told Yakee to wait'coz she's looking for money for the water. He tugs at her shirt handing her a peso. Sigh. Very reminiscent of Py
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(we're playing with play dough)
Yakee: Mommy, let's make Mr. Potato Head
Mommy: ok
(I start making a ball then I flattened it for more surface area for the eyes, nose, ears, etc)
(Yakee saw what I made)
...Yakee: Mommy no. I don't want a potato chip.
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Yakee: Mommy, who is as big as Pappie, the elephant or the owl?
(haha, syempre OWL ang sagot ko)
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Yakee singing: Old MacDonald plant a farm, e-i-e-i-o...
(may point sya diba?)
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Yakee: Pappie, I want to see the fireworks. Buy me a ticket. I want 3 tickets.
Pappie: Why 3 tickets?
Yakee; Because i'm 3 years old!!!
Pappie: Uhm ok, but I don't have money.
...Yakee: There is money in Mommy's bag. Come on, in the bag, get it. Come on.
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hopes her friend wasn't just being kind in telling her that Yakee telling and making up stories is a little advanced for his age. Consuelo de bopol for Mommy who hasn't yet taught him how to read. At least, he's just differently able academically... hehehe
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Yakee playing with his magnifying glass
"Mommy, let me see your heart."
I think he'd have been confused if I said... "you're it." :)
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putting a ribbon round his pappie
Yakee: Pappie, you're a gift.
Pappie: I'm a gift?
Yakee: Yes! You're a gift. Look Mommy, Pappie's a gift.
Me: Yes, Pappie is God's gift to Mommy.
...Yakee: Pappie, you're a gift. You're a Lego.
hope everyone had a nice Valentines :)
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while cuddling with me yesterday
Yakee: Mommy, who bought me?
(I thought a long time)
Me: I did.
...Yakee: Thank you Mommy, thank you for buying me. (Feb 14)
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brought yakee to his trial class this morning... where 2 boys fought over who would help get the placemats... aylavet (Feb 21)
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After reading Adarna House Si Pagong at Matsing to Yakee... he tells me, "Mommy, don't cook Yamee and make him red? Please?" (either he thinks of Yamee as a turtle or I should stop pretending i'll eat Yamee when I'm pretending to be a dinosaur)
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Yakee: Mommy, what to feed the ants?
Me: Ay no baby, we're not feeding the ants. They are not house pets!
Yakee: But they need food. They will store for the rain. If I don't give food, what will they eat? They will go hungy!
arghhh
