Dear Baby: 35th natural letter for my baby


Posted on : 20-04-2010 | By : dutdot | In : All about my baby, Book-Making, Expat Blogging


April 20, 2010 @ 11:42p.m.

Dear Baby,

You’re sleeping, baby, as Mommy writes this letter for you. I am writing you a letter to tell you how much I love you. Daddy loves you, too. He misses us so much. He’s currently at work at this time – 11:42p.m. – when he should be home by 4:30p.m. or earlier. It’s because of his work. He was asked to deliver something that is beyond his scope of work.

Daddy was saying this morning that he wanted to play with us, with you, in particular. He wanted the weekdays to be over soon. Last weekend, Daddy was also at the office. Let’s pray that Daddy would be able to finish his work ASAP so he would have enough time for you.

You’re so cute, baby, when you say, “hi daddy” over the phone. As you hold the phone, it’s as if you wanted to tell more, to talk more about what’s happening in your life. You’re so adorable.

Was it last week, too, when you stood and kissed Mommy on the cheek? Oh, wow. I will forever remember that scenario, baby. Your cute lips touching Mommy’s cheek. It was so full of love, baby. I love you so much.

You have this habit of pressing your face, your forehead, on Mommy’s face. Haha. On Daddy, you don’t do that. Daddy said that, instead, you step on his neck with your legs! Haha.

Baby, I am sorry for the times I have “neglected” you. Mommy’s so busy these days. But rest assured that I will always have time to play with you, and continue on our homeschooling. I am really determined to teach you how to read and write while you’re just a year old.

I am sure you are now ready to walk. But I guess you’re still afraid to walk alone. It will come. I know that in your time, you’ll walk alone.

Sometimes, I am scared to leave you alone. There were many times I saw you moving out of your walker and high chair. You are literally on top of your high chair! Uh-oh. You don’t want to be squeezed anymore or be bounded by the strings of your walker and high chair.

When we stroll, too, around the neighborhood, and you’re on your stroller, you don’t want to sit by facing us. You want to see where we are going, the people we’re meeting on the road. Sign of independence, huh! You also love to stand on your stroller while we are walking. Wow. It’s not our bed, baby. Hehe.

This is all for now.

Be healthy and happy…always.



Dear Baby: 34th natural letter for my baby


Posted on : 08-04-2010 | By : dutdot | In : All about my baby, Book-Making, Expat Blogging


April 8, 2010 @ 8:41p.m.

Dear Baby,

How are you, my baby? How was your first trip with Daddy and Mommy at the bus from the city to house? Ah, there’s a story about it that Mommy has to tell you.

Yesterday was another awakening moment of our everyday living in this country we are in, your birthplace. It was a moment or realization that made us be awakened of the fact that tested our faith in God, in Daddy’s and Mommy’s cases. We are thankful to Him, really, for giving us this chance to start anew.

After the incident at Daddy’s work yesterday, we became closer to God again. We attended mass. On our way to the church, we thought that we were tested. It was so windy. I was afraid of the dust that might enter your eyes. I protected you with your umbrella. You know what happened, baby? Mommy prayed these exact words, “In Jesus Name, let the wind stop!” In an instant, the strong wind was gone; there was no more dust in the air”. The umbrella was no longer resisting the strong wind. There was total silence for a few seconds. Until we were at the in front of the construction area where Daddy said, “the strong wind was compressed there”, and the wind gushed. It was so loud that I became to panic because some dust came into my eyes. I was afraid that some particles might enter your eyes, too. I believed in God. I held on to Him. Then the air cleared again. We saw an empty taxi coming by, just in front of us. Initially, we thought of going by the bus. But we might be very late by then in attending the mass. And besides, the taxi was heaven sent. He just knew what road to take.

There’s, really, no doubt, baby, that if we call on to God, He will always be there. Problems arise because sometimes people who cause these problems aren’t in our control. Sometimes they become problematic not because of us but because of themselves; they probably have unresolved issues in life. Just hang on and pray to God. God always triumphs over the bad things, bad people. Sometimes we encounter problems to let us know that we cannot do it alone. Without God, we cannot solve any problem, big or small. We always have to depend on God even on happy times.

At the church, it was Daddy’s and Mommy’s first time to receive the Holy Body of Christ after a year. We promise to be more faithful to God because He has always been faithful to us. I remember what Daddy told me this afternoon, “I miss being in God’s arms”, that’s so true. We are a spiritual family. There are just times that we miss going to the church, but, now that we’re closer to God’s house, and the ride isn’t long anymore, [it’s so hard not to have a car in a foreign land, baby, because of the strict rules in getting a license], we will always be at His house, for us to feel His warm embrace all the time in a place that is full of cold people. Don’t worry, soon, we will be uprooting.

Daddy and Mommy were really sorry for the times we have had little faith in God, or, the many times we relied on ourselves. We are humbled once again, and we are thankful to God because we can teach you another valuable lessons in life: never take things for granted; never ever rely on oneself; always pray to God no matter what you are feeling – happy or sad/low or high/poor or rich.

By the way, did you know why we rode the bus for the first time? Buses in this country that we are in are air-conditioned and the fare is cheaper than taxis, of course. For a year, we always rode the taxis because we thought it’s much better that way. So last night, Daddy and Mommy resolved to make it a point to save because living abroad doesn’t guarantee any security. It’s much better to be prepared. What is good with buses here is that women are given the first seats so it’s really not cumbersome. And also, you’re a big bigger now than you were before so it’s not that hard to ride the buses (for short trips only; for longer trips, we’d surely ride a cab).

As soon as possible, Mommy will teach you personal finance. :)

This is all for now.



One-year old addicted to chocolate


Posted on : 03-04-2010 | By : dutdot | In : All about my baby, Expat Blogging, Food, Health & Beauty, Nutrition, Parenting

I’m not sure if it was my fault or not why my one-year old baby is addicted to chocolate.

I just tried giving her a pinch of chocolate right after when she turned one. In our center table is a bowl of chocolates for visitors (for display also?). My baby now moves a lot at one year old, and would reach out to any object that she sees around the house.

Baby opened by herself, and ate the chocolate on the center (gold cover). I just got it from her because she was already eating almost half of it.

I caught her eating chocolates for two times already. Actually, if I didn’t catch her opening the chocolates, she would have eaten more than just two of it. Yes, she really has a knack for opening chocolates. No one taught her how to though. It just comes naturally in her. Name it. She knows where to put shades (eyes). She knows where to put mobile phone (ears). She knows how to turn on and off the TV, the cassette player, and more. She knows where to turn on the speaker phone (when I didn’t see where it was before). And, oh well, a lot more…

When I was pregnant with my baby, I ate a lot of chocolates and sweets. I read in my research that eating chocolates and sweets would make a happy baby. I guess I believed in something that hasn’t scientific basis for it. We’ll see; I’ll make a research about it later. The problem was, my weight ballooned when I was pregnant with my baby.

Now that my baby is a year old, her taste bud is gearing towards the sweets. Oh. I really don’t want her teeth to suffer and also her blood sugar in the years ahead.

I have to remove the chocolate bowl in our center table.

I have to offer her more vegetables and fruits, instead.

To be young, and to be inquisitive – my baby is on this stage, I know. I just need to be more cautious though not critical of her. Last night, she pinched me on my arm, and I cried in pain. Knowing that she made a mistake, she turned her face away from me, and buried her face on my shoulder. Do one-year old babies act like that way already?