Friday, December 21, 2007

DIY Taggie

I was inspired by etsy. So, I made my version of a taggie bear for the upcoming long car trip we are taking to Baguio after Christmas. Yes, I have to think of ways to keep Santi sane. He gets bored real fast. I hope this taggie bear does the trick!

Oh yeah, those of you who have the patience to make's pretty easy :)

1. Find a doll / bear. In my case, I used this Huggies bear that came as a freebie with a pack of diapers at the grocery.
2. Cut up assorted colored different sizes and textures too if you wish.
3. Make sure to seal the ribbon ends so they don't run. (M did this for me..yeah, he was part of the taggie production process)
4. Sew! I don't own a my right pointy finger is red from manually stitching these on.

Next target is a taggie blanket or what they call a 'lovie' ;)

Thursday, December 20, 2007

More BLW

I purchased Santi a froggy dining set from an Ikea booth in a bazaar. It was M who bought it, actually. I bugged him to. How can he not? The pelican bib is just too darn cute!

Santi and some bananas.....

A closer look on his fab shirt from Aunt Patty!

Beans! He's gotta have some beans!Munchin' on apple wedges....

Friday, December 14, 2007

Our Mothers, Our Senses

As much as I love the title of this entry, I have to say that I stole it from one of the members of the TCC (The Continuum Concept) email group.

This woman/mother named Tara went on to ramble about "Our Mothers, Our Senses," because she believes that it is so much about how the way our parents nurtured us (or not so much) affects the person we become, how we perceive the world, and how much stimulation we even can get -- can notice or receive or intake from life -- and, I think, how it shapes the relationships we now have with our mothers as adults with kids of our own.
I cannot agree with her more. To me, she said it in the best words. Since becoming a mother myself, I took another journey into my own childhood - on how my own mother raised me. If it didn't bother me before, it suddenly bugs me now that I wasn't breastfed -my mum claims that me and my siblings were for 3 months but then we started biting so she stopped?! This might be a lie because I have been bfeeding Santipants for 7 months now and only recently he started nibbling on my nips...but even this should not stop me from nourishing him with my milk :P

If I wasn't such an easy baby, I am almost sure that I would have been left to 'cry it out'. I know this for a fact because when I left Santi with her for a few hours before, she confided to M that when Santi started to cry, she just left him on the bed until he stopped (this is the reason why I never left Santi with her again!) I remember once, as a toddler, my mum did pull out the belt on me when I went on a brat attack insisting to wear my ballerina shoes to the mall. (something I will never ever do to Santi even if he pulls something very naughty) With co-sleeping -I believe that I had my own crib and was always on my stroller. I have tons of photos of little me sitting in my stroller or baby seat. My parents always tell stories about how 'good' I was, never complaining nor crying...just sitting content in my stroller and falling asleep on my own. (almost opposite of my darling, Santi! hehe)

In hindsight, however, I was my parents first child together (they each had their own before me) and I can say that they loved me to bits. But this is the best love and; parenting they knew they could give. I think, if they were aware of attachment parenting 25 years ago, things would have been different. Now, I wonder how their own parents raised them?

My parents now watch me 'mother my own baby' and it might be difficult for them to see me do things differently, (I have criticized my own mum's opinions about her beliefs of carrying my baby too much in fear of spoiling, bottle feeding, the use of strollers, and my dad's knowledge of 'crying is good for a baby's lungs' pure nonsense, I said to him! ) but this is all part of their own journey as grandparents - re-learning parenting through me.

And the story will Santi will father his own children in the future? How will M and I be as grandparents? Eep. Time holds many adventures yet to be discovered! For now, I will hold Santi close to my heart and wish for the best for him and all the generations to come.

Monday, December 10, 2007

And When He Sleeps...

Santi puts up his legs on either my leg or the pillow. It's the cutest sight! I have to take more photos to show ya'll how my son acts 'like a king' in certain ways.

Thursday, December 06, 2007

Teething Sucks

for Santi and most especially FOR ME!

Wanna know why? Santipooperpunch is whiney all the time and back to ZERO sleep during the day. (I get NOTHING done. no showers, half eating all meals, so kalat with the files for the biz, ayayay!!) He also refuses to sleep early at night. Then, when asleep...he suddenly has piercing screams and cries all throughout the night (til about 4 am) that can scare the bleep out of anyone!

(Note: I already give him Chamomilla drops for the sleep issue and teething gel for the pain or itch or whatever it is he is feeling... and the same scenario persists)

Blame it all on teething! Gosh little teeth, come out already will ya?!?!?

And I thought the storm was over (me taking care of an ailing child) and then THIS!

God/Higher Power/Divine Mother/Spirit/Angels & Saints please help mummy through this...

Sunday, December 02, 2007

What's with TAGS?

I don't know how or why Santi's love affair with tags began. It's a real mystery why he chooses to occupy himself with tags of toys, pillows, shirts. Cheap thrills of my baby boy!

Obviously, the combivent (that's the name of the solution!) with nebulizer is working on him. He is much much better now. Phew!

Saturday, December 01, 2007

Too Young

M and I finally took little sick boy Santi to see his pedia for a check up (because his cough/cold will not go away despite all the natural meds I give all the love and care in the world a mum can ever give!)

When Dr. Crickette listened to his lungs she told me that it was wheezing. This was something serious, she said. She then made me listen to his chest . It did sound like he was having the hardest time breathing. Like his little lungs were struggling to breathe! Oh no, Santi is predisposed to asthma. ;( I began to explain to doc that the men in my family have asthma and M has it. I believe I even had skin asthma but I just outgrew it?

On Santi's prescription pad:

1.Nebulize with salinase solution and 'something-milder-than-ventolin-with-less-side-effects' (sorry I forget the name, I have to find the actual prescription pad!) 3x a day for 5 days.
2. If symptoms persist, add a dose of a more 'serious drug'...again I forget the name... it sounded more serious though and according to M it costs P200 a pop. Yikes!
3. Continue with Silver coiloid and/or Echinalyt (Santi hates that damn bitter Echinalyt btw. Freaked out when I gave him some and now won't even open his mouth for ANY other homeopathic meds in a dropper...I guess I have to think of other ways for him to open his mouth now!)

Here was Santi a day or 2 ago...needing me to prop his head so he can breathe. When I would remove my arm under, he would cry and wake up. Yes, sore arms of of the many sacrifices I do for him.

And below is him getting high on drugs...the legal ones at least. There he is using the nebulizer which (I borrowed from his cousin Zac) he hated after about 2 minutes. Take note, we needed it on him for another 13 minutes but he kept screaming and crying so we finally did remove it after 3-4 more minutes. M and I could not stand seeing him in so much distress.

Why oh why is this happening? The first time you get sick and it's a huge blow on all of us. I feel somewhat betrayed by my own milk which is supposed to protect him from this. You are far too young to experience this babylove. Please please please get better. Heal little lungs.

Well...I think the nebulizer did him good.

I am able to blog now because FINALLY he is asleep without needing me there next to him. The past week, he'd automatically wake whenever I leave his side. Clingy, needy, fussy. It's alright baby. I feel for you. Anything for you, really.


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