Growing Pains

 

I was quite successful in  introducing small but significant changes in the house while their Mom is away.

Right now, I was proud to convince them to move in to their room (instead of sharing with us). They really like their new set up. They never even bother me in the middle of the night. They slept soundly the whole night.

Tonight, I was just trying to test whether they are really completely into it. I asked Zach if I could sleep with them. His response was not one of my expected answer. (I was hoping that he would gladly welcome the idea. Instead he said, “Daddy, no, we sleep by ourselves here. You have your own room.” Just to affirm their resolve, he even asked the confirmation of Xandrei by asking, “Right, Xandrei?”

Well, this can be considered one of the growing pains. This time however, its mine.

The Sound of Silence

 

When our kids were yet babies, and every time we brought them to the Church for Sunday mass, I was the most tensed compared to Jaz. I was always conscious of what might other people think about how noisy they were in the Church.

We would normally picked the last seat so as we don’t disturb others, the furthermost one so as we don’t catch any attention, or the closest to the door so as I can easily storm out in case they cry.

This was partly the reason why we transferred to St. Michael even if I loved St. Louis’ architectural design and ambiance.

I can feel how the moms and dads feel whenever their kids scream, shout, cry or utter “unfamiliar noises”. It is one of those moments where you would just want to fade.

But it is not the worst as dads or moms may think. Coming from the side of those who are trying to “worship” on Sundays, the sounds that babies make are not the worst. In fact, I always take it as a magical sound, coming from a human being so full of life.

You know what is the worst sound I hate in the Church? The stares of people looking back trying to see and find where the baby sounds are? They are the silent sounds of impatient and inconsiderate ones.

Next time you hear a baby sound/noise in the church on Sunday masses, let it pass and consider it coming from an angel, or from the one who will make up our Church someday.

Have a good Sunday Mass.

Messing at the Museum

 

We have finally decided to check out the museum in Houston. We started with the Natural Science ( I can’t afford to be in the Children’s Museum, running around with two fascinated kids will certainly drain me out).

To be honest with you, it was worth it. Although their collections in their permanent exhibits is fewer than those we have visited, yet they appear very cool and real.

The IMAX theater though tops our experience today. Zach was very fascinated with the Sea Rex show. Unfortunately, Coco seemed not interested for he slept most of the second part of the movie.

Trying to get a good Friday dinner, we checked out Golden Corral. It proved very dismal since their collection of “Seafood Section” is but a tiny fragment of the ocean’s treasure. (We could have gone to a Chinese Restaurant in Pearland).

I have not checked my newly planted tress today, nor watered the veggies (hopefully the dew or rain will take care of them).

All in all, the first week that Mom is off seemed not be a problem. I know I can manage everything. Judging from the hours that I have misspent, I know I can do better.

Of course, we don’t know what happens when school day comes.

Life’s Kaleidoscope

Today’s is Mom’s one week away from us. ‘Twas fast but slow. Fast because you hardly notice how the sun set when you are doing a lot things in so small time. Slow because she is so far from us and we are dragging the days when she steps out of the door of IAH.

Spring break has come and gone. Indeed, in life, you can only do as much. No matter how much you have planned the day, you always end up short (of what you wish to accomplish).

Today, after spending a hundred more dollars,  I was able to complete the plants at the back. I have done my part, now its time form them to grow and bear fruit.

Coco and Zach are ok now. After last nights ear infection of Coco, it seemed that the meds worked.

The bad thing is, its my turn to get sick. I am just trying to ride this one and hopefully I can overcome this.

Tomorrow is the big test, it’s the last one requested by Dr. Argao. Hopefully the two guys cooperate.

10 days to go before Mommy comes home.