WHAT IS A JOURNALIST?
March 5, 2012
We are watching The Unit, an American action-drama series about top military secrets modeled after the real-life US Army special operations unit commonly known as Delta Force. One episode shows a group of military men rescuing a journalist.
Second son: What is a journalist, papa?
Husband: Ask mama. She is a journalist.
Second son: Ah! I got it. Someone who journeys a lot.
Momi Berlin: (to husband) Was that the impression I created to this household?
FAMILY EATS TOGETHER
March 5, 2012
Momi Berlin: Come now, Bunso. Let us have our breakfast. Papa and Kuya Second son are still walking (we usually do morning walks on weekends with the kids. This time, though, I am not yet done with the cooking). We may go first and they will just follow.
Bunso: No, mama. Don’t you remember? Papa once told that we should all eat together.
NOTED, my son.
December 1, 2010
There was still some paint work backlogs. As soon as the kids went to school, I started with the wall under our bookshelf. By 2:30pm, I was all done. I took my brunch and had my bath.
Bunso came from school at 3:10pm. We reviewed his lessons at 3:30pm.
I told him to eat on his own for I will just take a nap. That was 4:10pm.
In my dreams, Bunso was repeatedly singing Spongebob’s campfire song . The song became louder and louder until I opened my eyes and saw there was light from our comfort room. Bunso’s voice was coming from there. And Bunso was sitting on the toilet bowl. It was 5:15pm.
“Why didn’t you call me?” I asked bunso.
“Nahihiya ako e,” Bunso said.
It is only now that I have heard the word “shy” from Bunso, and he is only four. He is beginning to be conscious na.
SUCH A BABY
February 20, 2013
Tonsillitis is in the house. Asked the boys to gargle Bactidol.
Firstborn tried very quickly.
Heard Bunso’s sharp and sarcastic remark to his older brother: “You are such a baby!”
SAVE A BOOK
February 25, 2013
Because of the recent fire incident near our subdivision, I gave the boys a few pointers about fire safety. And what did I get as a response from my seven-year-old boy?
Bunso: During fire, I would get a book from our bookshelf.
Momi Berlin: And why a book, Bunso?
Bunso: Because we will be homeless. We will just sleep on the street. And with nothing to do, we might get bored. So I will bring a book so I may read something while on the street.
REPEAT AND I-REPEAT JOKE
August 2, 2011
Second son and Bunso stayed with me while I do some quick work related stuff. I finally decided to quit and spend the rest of the night with the boys. Why? Despite me looking too busy with work, they bother me still with a few jokes and they would repeat a certain joke again and again. I can’t resist the temptation, laughing with the boys was far more enjoyable-
“Mama, we have a story to tell. There were once before two birds. Repeat and Irepeat. Repeat left the nest. Who was left behind?” My two boys narrated in unison.
“Irepeat,” I said.
“There were once before two birds. Repeat and Irepeat. Repeat left the nest. Who was left behind?” They narrated again and they can’t help but laugh (as in super loud).
THE BOYS’ OWN SHAMPOO FORMULA
April 29, 2013
That’s why we run out of shampoo in just a few days.
The boys made their own shampoo. They claim it to be their all-original formula. With empty m&m canister in tow, they put “a little drop” (they claim it to be a little drop only) of shampoo into the canister then mix water in it and shake. Their formula, as they claim, is more effective than their shampoo because it 1) produces more suds, 2) smells more gooood, 3) is definitely cost efficient.
The mother here — though likes and approves of the new formula — finds it costly than the boys’ shampoo because with that “a little drop only” comes playing with giggling and laughter and messing around.
B FOR BEST FRIEND
May 14, 2013
My good friend Smash gave me a few “get well soon! gifts.
Bunso: Everything is nice. I like this accessory. It’s your favorite color, I think.
Momi Berlin: Yes, I love everything she gave me. And yes, especially this accessory.
Bunso: Oh, it even has a capital B on it!
Momi Berlin: yes, B for my name.
Bunso: Oh, I thought it means BEST FRIEND.
August 19, 2011
While waiting for his school service, Firstborn plays with his Optimus Prime.
Firstborn: Look mama, I could transform Optimus Prime.
Momi: Very good then, Firstborn. I thought you would never play with Optimus Prime anymore.
Firstborn: Mama, why can’t I transform Optimus Prime that quick just like in the movies? I think those movie directors are just fooling us.
ITCHY SHIRT SOLUTION
August 6, 2012
I arrived from the office last Thursday night and it was Bunso who opened the gate for me. I immediately saw his shirt’s back in front.
Momi Berlin: Bunso, you wore your shirt the other way around. This should be at the back.
Bunso: Yes, mama. I did that on purpose. The tag is so itchy. I wore my shirt this way so anytime I feel itchy, it would be easier for me to scratch. No need for me to reach for my nape.
Smart solution, Bunso.
That same day, I cut the tag off with scissors close to seam line so nothing would bother Bunso at all anymore.
ON CLASS STANDING AND REWARD November 15, 2010
I went to school last Saturday to get the kids’ report card.
Teacher Jo told this mother that Bunso’s behavior has improved. Teacher Jo added that Bunso seldom shouts at class or bullies his classmates. She likewise related that Bunso told her that his mama promises to buy him a bay blade toy should he stop from shouting and roaming around the classroom.
Hmm, never mentioned anything like that to Bunso. Good job though to our Bunso who placed third on the honor roll. He is presently in kindergarten.
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Spoke to firstborn over the phone. He told me that he is third in class as well as in the overall second grade students’ standing at his school. He quickly added that he is grade two’s most responsible student, thus wants an el drago bay blade. “That would be your reward to me for getting three awards for the second quarter,” he said.
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Grade one Second son got the first honors award. Though he wanted a bay blade too, he would gladly prefer to have a new bag first. He showed to me that his school bag “falls by itself” because of his books’ heavy weight.