What’s the secret to being confident?
I said yes to an event in BGC knowing I have a car to use. Unfortunately, Franco (our Ford Focus) failed me that day. Husband decided to accompany his wife as I have SumoSam with me as well.
The gathering lasted for about an hour and a half. It wrapped up by 5 pm. We got caught in the after-office rush hour. After almost an hour of waiting for a cab, Grab or Uber, we finally got a kind taxi driver to at least bring us outside BGC.
EDSA was jam-packed. We walked towards Guadalupe with high hopes we could at least use the train to reach home. Though our weary steps may falter, it was our determination to be home that pushed us to go further. I walked faster than my husband, wanting to reach the MRT station in no time. Our Sumosam is getting heavy to carry, too. Then husband heard a loud car horn from behind. He didn’t mind until the driver gestured to husband to hop in. We went inside the kind soul’s car thinking he was one of the organizers of the event we attended just recently. But we were wrong.
I got a private message from an old high school classmate. We haven’t talked for years and the last time we’ve seen each other was on our graduation day. Thus it hit me hard when she messaged me one Wednesday morning.
Classmate: Hi, Berlin
Berlin: Hello, good morning.
Classmate: Berlin… I know it is very uncalled for… I wanted to seek a little help sana… pls don’t tell joema ha… (she is also my husband’s friend)
I am no beauty blogger, but I have a friend who blogs about beauty. She would share with her friends her latest beauty finds. And one product she highly recommends is the Nature Republic Real Nature Bamboo Mask. She swears by the soothing effect of the mask sheet.
The promise of Nature Republic Real Nature Bamboo Mask
This mother discovered the beauty of babywearing about two years ago. She got a few projects for writing at home, however, her newborn would always want to be near his mama. Though she loves carrying her little man in her arms, she just couldn’t finish her household chores and some writing assignment on time. She would end up burning the midnight oil just to finish her commitment.
Until one day, she visited a mom and baby bazaar and saw a few parents babywearing their little ones. She joined a babywearing group, became part of the community, and little by little understood not only the convenience of babywearing but its advantages as well.
She bought a number of carriers until she found what best suits her Little Man.
An invite to the Shadrach’s Collection
I am a no-compromise parent. When it comes to my boys, I only give, use, and believe in what is the best. My children are the only real treasures that I have so their best interests are always my top priority.
About two Sundays ago, a dear friend visited us at the small house. I wasn’t able to finish our laundry last Saturday so she saw me washing a few baby clothes. She took notice of the laundry detergent I was using and asked me if it adds up to the budget using different laundry soaps for the babies and for the grown-ups.
I can accept anything, except what seems to be the easiest for most people: the half-way, the almost, the just-about, the in-between.
― Ayn Rand
My two-year-old son can be real energetic that often when I am busy beating deadlines, he would act so unreasonable and would want my attention. That is how I would describe him -unreasonable and uncooperative. However, it isn’t him but me acting unreasonable and unaccommodating. He is just a kid and obviously, he loves to play and he would want to include his mother in his pretend play. How insensitive can I be?
There are instances as well when he would again sit beside me and after a few minutes urge me to go to bed. And I would again think he is acting so unreasonable and uncooperative. I need to finish a deadline and yet here is the little kiddo disturbing me. Shame on you, Berlin for thinking of that! He just wants to sleep because it’s way past his bedtime and you are still there burning the midnight oil.
– Tom Robbins, Half Asleep in Frog Pajamas
I love cooking for my family. Food is the only thing that really has the power to bring my boys together, aside perhaps from board games. We often gather around to eat. We also attend parties, get-togethers, and reunion over food.
When cooking, I do not stick to the rules. I rely mostly on my taste and imagination. I think of my boys and envision them happily eating. Thus, instead of relying on cookbooks, I put my faith in what I think my boys would enjoy. I work around with what’s left in the kitchen. But I am on my most productive state when the pantry and refrigerator are full.
A delightful afternoon of feast
Recently, I attended a small gathering and presented are interesting food party ideas that are perfect for the upcoming Christmas season. The dishes, though, despite their Instagram-worthy appearance aren’t too hard to prepare in the first place. They may look intimidating, but they aren’t as scary as they seem.
Eight years ago on September, Tropical Storm Ondoy destroyed most of Luzon, submerging even the country’s capital in flood at record-breaking levels.
Remembering then, the tremendous rainfall and unusually strong wind made husband decide not to report for work that day. My mother, on the other hand, who lives in Novaliches, Quezon City, was on her way to a wake. She went back home when she got all wet because of the rain. Little did she know it was more of a blessing and not a waste of time.
He made it!
I secretly prayed for his safety, though. I got a text report from school that my Second Son was able to reach school at 7:15 am. He was 15 minutes late, but the important thing was, he got to school safe and sound.
It was his first time to commute alone. He must have lived a sheltered life that at age 14, he isn’t allowed to leave home without a guardian by his side. But yesterday was different.
We had an argument.