Digging through old files to get a baby picture for her year book, we found this cute photo. She’s one “easy” baby. So easy that we had to wake her up most of the time to feed her cuz we think she might be starving. This was how she plays. No toys, just pillows. Lots of pillows and a king size bed. She likes to sleep. That’s how she grows tall, she sleeps a lot especially on weekends. She can sleep the whole day.
Hi! I’m Poochie, a bichon frise. I am five years old, and I love my family!
I enjoy spending time with my family, but my mom likes to take pictures of me.
I love when mom plays her instruments. Sometimes it’s the violin, and other times it’s the ukulele…
And grandma likes to paint. After she finishes a new painting, she tries to take pictures of it. With me modeling! I like having photoshoots. #tbt (That stands for Throw Back Thursday lol) to when I got shaved.
My family is usually busy with things.. Grandpa has work, Grandma does painting and cooking and cleaning, Uncle goes to school, but then he usually has a lot of homework, and Mom also goes to school. But once she finishes her homework, she’s either playing the violin or on her phone. Usually on her phone. So I always keep it positive and play by myself when I get bored..
My family does show their love for me, though. Grandpa likes to play with me once he gets back from work. Grandma occasionally pets me for about three minutes straight. Uncle really likes to play with me. And Mom and Uncle give me baths. Mom feeds me and walks me (But Grandma also does that.) I am glad that there is a family that loves me enough to adopt me. Then again, A House Is Not A Home Without A Bichon.
A little time set aside for art appreciation for girls bonding while the boys went to Japanese town to check out some anime stuff, thus maximizing our drive to LA. I was really hoping to see Henri Matisse’s works displayed but it turned out it’s Warhol’s works on exhibit. There was confusion somewhere. I became curious before going there to see Andy Warhol’s controversial Shadows because of the reviews.
Now, the critic, looking closely and examining this particular canvas and processing what makes it an artwork. Imagine 102 canvases bigger than Michelle in size, displayed in the main hall. She didn’t say a thing.
The show was big and bold. Bold in the sense that a famous and influential artist like Warhol, would create something like that, humongous monochromatic series of silkscreen paintings. He likes to awaken people’s curious minds. I read somewhere that he likes boring things. That makes it interesting.
A pile of glass with broken pieces on display.
This generated a look that only a mother could understand what’s going on in her mind and prompted a response from a mother that only a daughter could comprehend. Another piece of controversy?
She asked me to buy this book from the museum store. A watermelon lemonade ended our trip to the museum.
Hi! My name is Poochie. I am a Bichon Frise, which is part of the Poodle family, so I don’t shed. I REPEAT: I DO NOT SHED! I am a male dog. Just saying. I am 5 years old, but I got adopted when I was 4 years old. This is the blog about my life (that my mom knows about). Before I was adopted, I stayed at the Chula Vista Adoption Center. Then one day, me and all the other dogs there got put into another place, which is my mom’s church. Her church holds dog adoptions a few times a year. The time I got adopted was really special, because it was the month of Mom’s birthday, and I got to celebrate it! 😀 Anyways, when I was at the church, someone put a blue and black sweater on me, plus a vest thing that says: AD❤PT ME. I didn’t know exactly what was going on though, but when I saw her, I wanted her to be my friend! Like how I always want to be everyone’s friend! She kept petting me, and stroking me, and was talking to this older man, which appeared to be her dad. I don’t remember the exact thing, but here is what I remember, Mom: “Blah blah blah something I really like the dog…” Mom’s Dad: “Something words words blah words?” Mom: “YES!!” Anyways, Mom seemed really happy, but at the time, she wasn’t my Mom. Now she is. After I heard her excitement, she had to go, for now. I was sad to see her go, but she came back and took me home! The other pictures will show times of fun that we had together.
This picture reminds me of how boring it was to wait for Mom to come back from this place called “school.”
This was the time Mom was getting ready for her birthday, and I was entertainment for her friends! Sort of.
I love to play with my mom, but she sometimes takes it a little overboard. Okay, a LOT overboard. Mom, I am a boy! I don’t need sparkly, pink, toy hats!
Sometimes, when Mom is at “school” I work out with my Grandma.
I have only gone camping once before, but I want to do it again! Even if it’s annoying to have to wake up Mom. Come on! Wake up!
Mom, Uncle, and I make a pretty good orchestra. Don’t you think?
I’m getting tired of blogging. How does my grandma do it? Can’t I just nap?
Fine. I will continue. Anyways, Uncle likes to take pictures of all sorts of things. Like this one:
Finally! Mom gave me some “boy style” clothes! So, how do I look?
Hey, Mom? Am I done with this blog? Am I? Please say yes! Please say yes!
Sorry, everybody, but I’m done blogging for now. See you next time! Now, I need to find a place… to… nap… *snore*
This is my very first home-grown sunflower. The seeds came from Finish Chelsea’s Run last March. Adrian and I were part of his school team consisting of almost a hundred people. Finish Chelsea’s Run is an annual run in honor of Chelsea King who disappeared and later murdered while running in Lake Hodges in Rancho Bernardo in 2010.
Why sunflower? “The sunflower ~ It is resilient, It is bright and always follows the sun. It stands out in a crowd. It is surprising, towers over others in uniqueness and splendor, and the closer you look, the more amazing its depth and beauty. Chelsea’s favorite flower, the sunflower has come to symbolize the light and hope that continue to shine brightly.” – chelseaslight.org
Springtime. That week was raining terribly especially on the morning of the run. The sky was so dark with heavy clouds then going to the venue, the rain poured hard. This was the visibility when we were driving. We stopped by the nearest 7 eleven but they ran out of ponchos. I know we have some ponchos but don’t know where we put them so, rain or shine, we were ready to run. But we asked God to calm the stormy weather.
As expected, parking was difficult with almost 10,000 people around. Adrian and I went ahead because in a few moments, 5k run will start. We wore yellow leis to identify our team. In the picture was Adrian’s history teacher, wearing blue beanie.
Before the start of the run, a mom whose child was also a victim gave words of encouragement to all the supporters of Chelsea’s Run and it’s foundation. You can’t help but cry when you hear stories like that of Chelsea and other kids who lost their lives to some bad guys.
I was trying to run and go ahead of the pack. I finally saw where my husband and Mich were. A little of hellos and then off to my official business. It’s my first 5k this year so I better be serious.
After the run, it was drizzling. We just had some pictures and some sunflowers. Then heading to the parking lot, it rained heavily again. Chelsea’s Run this year surpassed last year’s registrants. Year after year, more people are becoming supporters of Chelsea’s Light. Chelsea’s life doesn’t end when she died in the hands of a murderer. Her family and supporters continued her legacy by establishing a foundation that focuses on uniting people and protecting the innocents.
It’s so much fun when you hike with a bigger company. Twas my second time hiking up Cowles Mountain and first time for our kids and visiting friends from Utah. Cowles Mountain has San Diego City’s highest peak with 1,593-foot (486 m) summit. It is also one of San Diego’s most famous hiking area because of it’s easy trail and easy access though parking is a bit challenging. The 360 degrees view of San Diego is awesome. Going up is 1.5 miles with an elevation of 950 ft. It took us more than 2 hours for the whole hike. Our kids are not raised to be hikers so we know they would complain if only the four of us so I took the opportunity to include hiking in our summer itinerary. Since it’s 4th of July, we brought some American flags to join America as they celebrate their independence day. Flags sold out at Dollar Tree a day before the 4th. I was fortunate to get some (on sale!) from Albertsons before going up. Patriotic huh? Mich was getting ahead of us. She is revved up…for something.
A man offered to take a photo of us with our dramatic pose. Haha! We are building memories here. Someday when we look back we will remember this fourth of July hike. Who knows? We might have a “then and now” picture years from now.
Here are the machines of 4th! Our hearts, muscles and bones were happy that they got to work a little better today. We don’t want the machines to get rusty! We had them work extra on a sunny Sun Diego day!
Looking forward to more hikes with you. Potato Chip, next? I so love it when we hike together. Cheesiness? Anyway, after the hike, we had a very nice excuse for pigging out. Chopsticks! Then we rested for a while and got ready for the fireworks at downtown San Diego.
Seaport village is one of my favorite places in San Diego. I love spending lazy days here walking around, watching sunset, people flying kites, sailboats, yachts and many more. This place has a lot of cute stores and restaurants. I so love the gourmet Top of the Market.
I’ve never seen this place crowded as today. Later on I found out why. It was a good idea to park near a train station and just use the train going here. Though our train ride reminded us of jam-packed LRT in Manila, it was still a better choice. Business was good that day for a peddler like this one (photo below). Mich was hinting me to buy because they accidentally left the glow sticks at home.
We had the best view of the four simultaneous fourth of July fireworks in San Diego that’s why it was overcrowded. Our eyes feasted on the beautiful blasts and sparkles in the night sky. We’ve even seen something new but was not able to capture. It was a long day for us, a beautiful long day.
When I was young, my sister and I would always have similar clothes especially during Christmas. My mother would buy or have us customized dresses that would make us look like twins. Sometimes, it’s annoying but mothers are mothers. You’ve got to love their choices for their children. Unconsciously, I did it too but on a higher degree. Haha! Look at Adrian’s 4th birthday family picture. I bought those clothes from three different stores. Effort! There are still more in my hard drive but I’ll just update it when I find them. Keep laughing!
Time flies so fast! I miss the time when I cuddle my babies and play with them. Looking at their pictures when they were young make me remember what they look like when they were little. That’s why I take a lot of pictures whenever and wherever I can. So kids please don’t resent your parents taking selfies with you or taking your pictures while you are doing crazy stuff coz moms are more sentimental than dads.
Why do dads like to play rough with kids? And kids would love it when their hearts feel like it would burst due to excitement. Mich loved it when dad would throw her up in the air and catch her. Her reaction would be like a mixture of crying and laughing. Then she would ask for more and dad would give up because of tired arms. The last picture was one of the acrobatic plays they had that she carried on til now.
Life’s been hard the past few weeks. If there’s food that would best describe what we’ve encountered last couple weeks, it would be salad, with its sweet, salty, sour, crunchy, juicy, cheesy, olive oily and flavorful characteristics. We’ve experienced pain and joy the same day when my husband was talking about funeral for his mother after Adrian got his certificate of promotion to high school. Anyway, God knows exactly what we need. We needed time to breathe and laugh and spend time with friends so here it is.
Everytime we pass by I-15 North to Carlsbad, we always see this place, Carlsbad Lagoon, and thought it would be fun to try it one day. It was such a fun-filled day spent kayaking, stand up paddle boarding, boating, wakeboarding and water tubing.
The most thrilling and enjoyable part is when you mix screaming and laughing while gripping on the handle so you won’t fall on the water. Watching us slammed our bodies against the tube every time we were pulled to the curve and waves splashed on us, our cheerers laughed because of the entertainment we give.
Adrian got to try wakeboarding due to my insistence. He got sore arms and he was not in the mood after that. If an angry stare could harm. Haha! I felt guilty (I know it killed his joy when we were in the boat) for letting him do it but at least he had experienced wakeboarding. Maybe he needs to workout and strengthen his upper body and arms before doing it again.
Living in California for a few years, I am still not used to cold water. I’ve always wanted to do kayaking and paddle boarding so during the almost 100s (F) in May I was brave enough to consider trying them out. Perfect day to do it now in the summer with friends from Utah. I got to test my injured right arm for paddling and it was good. I think we can do the open water kayaking in La Jolla next time.
Mich decided to just be a passenger if you will notice. She doesn’t want to paddle because she wants to look for fish. Below, yay! I’m getting there! This was the best that I can do for now. I need more calm waters. The waves from jet skis and boats make it difficult for beginners like me to stand up and I am not willing to fall. At least I can navigate.
We enjoyed the beach, sand, sun and water for more than three hours of playtime, we were hungry and ready to eat bratwurst and sauerkraut.
It was May 1st when Laurence and I learned about the pregnancy through a home test kit. We were looking discreetly at each other from time to time with winks and smirks and some pinching here and there. I felt so happy, excited, overwhelmed and the I-can’t-believe-it-is-still-possible feeling. I was scared to be pregnant because of my lower back problem that has been a struggle since I gave birth to Michelle more than a decade ago. I used two brands and did three tests in two days to make sure I was not dreaming.
When my husband and I went to an OB Gyn two weeks after my home test, we saw the most exciting ultrasound ever. Seeing the little bean inside my womb flickering with a 129 bpm, I can’t hide my smile. I am really confirmed pregnant and that was the happiest feeling.
For more than two weeks we kept silent about the news of our baby to our two kids. We want to break the news after the final confirmation and show them the ultrasound video. It was hard to tell Michelle since she wants to be the youngest in the family and the idea of having another baby would break her heart. She was teary eyed upon learning of the great news. She was hiding her emotions but later on accepted the idea of welcoming a baby. After that she was the most excited person in the house to welcome our baby which was due January 6, 2014. So that night we celebrated over dinner at Haiku Teppanyaki in Pacific Beach.
I had a somewhat difficult but manageable first trimester in the sense that I can’t prepare food for my family. My olfactory receptors are very much on the loose and actively working, telling me to hide when someone’s cooking. Even the cutest of spring flowers from afar can’t hide it’s smell from me. Bad and good smells are the same for me. I can’t even tolerate the scent of hand soap. The food that I love eating before would be unpleasant for me but noodles of any kind seemed irresistible.
Everyday we would talk about the baby. I would envision my baby to be very active like Dash in the movie The Incredibles. I know that baby would be so active and we’re excited no matter what. We talked about situations where the baby would get all of Adrian’s airplanes and Michelle’s teddy bears and scatter them all around the house. I would imagine the baby getting any pen or marker and doodle in our white leather sofa. I see the baby would be interested in plucking the strings of guitars, violins and ukuleles and play some notes in the piano. I visualize the baby would be amused by the noise the plays that Finn and Cake (our parakeets) would make. Even in the craziest possible scenario, I love the idea of having a little baby here around us and we are prepared and ready to embrace the crazy world of raising him or her. I can’t imagine if I would be able to be as disciplinarian as before. Many times I would talk to myself about the possibility of myself pampering the baby and let my husband be the one doing the “rod thing”. But that’s just a thought, I know that we should be the one to discipline our kids and not let them like Eli in the Bible who didn’t restrain his children when needed be. We know that as God entrusts a child to our care, there’s a lot of responsibilities and we are ready for that.
My thoughts would go as far as my third baby would be playing either a cello or piano. I know very well that kuya Ad and ate Mich would influence our baby. We will home school the baby early and Michelle was so excited to think about it.
Wherever we go I start looking for a baby proof place. In church, we imagine our first few years sitting on the mother-infant friendly seats. I began looking for changing tables at every restrooms in restaurants and shopping areas we frequent. Wherever we shop, we always look around for baby items.
Every Monday my two kids would accompany me walking around the block to have a simple exercise and at the same time celebrating the baby’s weekly growth. But on the 12th week, something unexpected happen… and I could not continue to write until now.
Exactly a year ago, I had bleeding that led me to an emergency room of Scripps Mary Birch Hospital. I had the most emotionally and physically painful event in my life. The pain was so intense to the point of passing out. I was given a narcotics-type of pain reliever that caused me severe nausea and headache. I lost the baby, that was the most dreadful thing.
Healing is a long process and still ongoing. With a great support from my family, friends and even people I don’t know and the Lord’s healing, I was able to overcome grief. It was such a difficult time for me last year but I was consoled by the dream I had before the miscarriage. In my dream I saw my baby. Face to face with an adorable baby with very expressive smiling eyes, he introduced himself as Luke. Weird, right? How can a baby talk without opening his mouth and introduce himself. Anyway, Luke told me that he is okay and that I don’t have to worry about him. Then I woke up. I was happy that morning and I told everyone I saw the baby’s handsome face but something in me felt that there’s something wrong. I just ignored it and realized it later on.
I was comforted by God. He let me realize that it was not my fault and I still have two more children to care for. I have to move on coz I’m alive, as the lyrics of the song by MercyMe below says:
Even though a part of me has died
You take my heart and breathe it back to life
I fall into Your arms open wide
When the hurt and the healer collide
It’s been a year. Everything was by the grace of God at work specially in times of grief. No more flood of tears just tear drops.