Love in Unexpected Places

As cliche as it may sound, I must agree that people can find love in unexpected places. Last night, it surprised me in our refrigerator, with a note from Gab.

It was a sorry-ninang-note for drinking a bottle of C2 which she had thought to be mine (but actually was a gift of Mama to her). I so badly wanted to wake her up, hug her and tell her how much I loved her. That what's mine is hers. In a way, it bothered me that she felt the need to apologize for something as small. But more than that, it made me very proud to know that she's learning respect for the other. Made me feel loved.

She wanted a reply. There was a blank sheet under her note so that I could write back. Which I did of course. :)

I think we could make this refrigerator love letter thing a regular habit. :)

Gifts

I saw this photo shared in Oh Happy Day Birth Photography's FB page.

A wonderful reminder on how to bring up Gab.

OREO Fun! :)

I know it's been quite a while since I've written about Gab. Good thing is, Our Awesome Planet's Anton Diaz and his project for 100 OREO Awesome Moments gave me a good idea for new Gab-and-Mama-Bunso photos. :)

Oreos are always better when shared.

Oreo fun time with Gab and Mama :)

Our First Recital!

I think Wowa has finally realized her dreams of having a little ballerina with our little butaka (since she could never realize them with me!)


Gab had her first recital last Saturday (which was also Wowo's 70th birthday) after a summer of ballet lessons with the Center for Movement and Music. 


She really seems to have an inclination for dance, voice and art. And she's becoming a more active reader too. Mental note for titaninang -- all things we should nurture.

Check out the rightmost ballerina! :)

Hiatus

I've taken a long break from writing about Gab, well, writing in general. I've missed it.. And Gab's growing up so fast.

Since I can't really stop the hands of time, my hands better get back to working again. ;)

Tap tap tap...

Toughest Assignment

I've just gotten my toughest writing assignment thus far, I think. The parents of Gab's batch are pushing for a yearbook! Whowuddathunk right?

She's such a beautiful kid -- my writing should really do justice.

It just hit me now. My baby's going to big school already. Gosh.

Mornings...

Gab is turning out to be such a sleepyhead. Then again, maybe she's not much of a morning person. Or a 7:30 class may be just too early.

Ate ties her hair into a ponytail, and she has her eyes closed. Ate tries to put in a spoonful of champorado in her mouth. And while she swallows, she still has her eyes closed. ;)

I guess waking up is the hardest part...