Blow, Blow, Winter Wind . . . (South Korea Part 2)

As we got off the ferry at the wharf of Nami Island, it seemed like we stepped into winter wonderland. The sight that welcomed us was almost magical. There was a naturally formed ice sculpture, made of tree branches that grew out in different direction that appeared to be calling out to us to explore this beautiful island. And that was what the kids did as they made a dash in all directions towards the snow covered grounds, everyone wanting their own private spot in this winter heaven, curious how snow actually feels like in their hands. And all parents were as quick with their cameras to capture the wonderful time the kids had in the snow.

The central path of Nami Island

J on a respite from all the walking

Mount Sorak was another place that provided lots of snow time fun for the kids. Also known as Soreaksan in the native language, it is the third highest mountain in the country, with the main peak (Daechung) at 1,708 meters above sea level. It is one of most popular Korean tourist spot, and understandably so because of its breathtaking scenery, beautiful temples and numerous walking and climbing trails.

Snow had built up on the ground, soft snow that reached almost knee-high,
perfect for making snowballs and snow angels.

Our real adventure on this mountain began as we rode a cable car that took us to the viewing deck high up near the peak. The Sorak Cable Car goes from the park entrance area to near the top of a mountain called Kwongumsong. From the upper cable car station, a hiking trail leads on up to the top of the mountain . Another trail goes left from the cable car station to Allak Temple. The ride to ascend rewarded us with a spectacular view of the wintry forest, hundreds of feet below us. The foliage of trees with snow covered branches and the snow capped mountain range was a beautiful canvas of browns, slates, grays, blues, and winter whites.

view of the forest below from up on the lift

at the cable car station

As we step out of the lift, the crisp and chilly air that enveloped our bodies roused us from our state of inertia. The amazing spectacle that unfolded before our eyes tempted us to explore this mountain. To do this, we would have to determinedly climb up on foot. I looked up to the peak and saw that there were several hikers ahead of us. I was confident that the kids would be able to manage it, familiar as I am with their unending bursts of energy. The first part of the climb was effortless as steps were carved out along the mountain. As we got higher and the incline got steeper, the ascent got grueling as we only had the steel rails to hold onto. To make matters worse, the snow turned everything very slippery. This was something I did not anticipate, and made my climb harder since I had to make sure each step was made with caution. I tried very hard to maintain my footing, lest I drag R down with me, which would have been painful (and humiliating). I was embarrassed when I realized that my singular self-absorption to not fall over has resulted in delaying everybody behind me.

Look at the long line of people! I am sure every one of them wanted to overtake me. :)

A couple of guarded steps later, we reached another viewing deck. At this altitude, the atmosphere was decidedly hostile -the wind was fiercer and the air thinner. C prudently opted to stay behind with the two younger kids.

The peaks are so high at Mount Sorak that the top few hundred meters are bare rock.

As we climbed higher and it got colder and colder, I easily got out of breath due to the markedly decrease of oxygen in the air. I noticed the trees eventually thinned out. At the second viewing deck, all forms of vegetation disappear as a result of the harsh climate. The peaks are bare and rocky, with patches covered in snow and ice.

the hugeness of the rock is magnified by the comparison in scale to the hikers

The sight of the mountain range from this height emboldened J and I to complete the climb to the peak, if only to get an encompassing view of this dramatic vista - and the bragging rights, of course! :). We made our final ascent to the summit using our hands and feet to move over the huge and cold boulders. Finally after about an hour of climbing we were rewarded with a sight so dramatic that it was just like staring into eternity. I stayed as long as I can, wanting to preserve the scenery forever in my mind. The granite rock formations are so huge and dominant and the snow capped peaks made the whole area almost mystical.

taken at the highest peak of Mount Sorak

We were on a natural high afterward that the descent was just like flying down the mountain.

J sliding down a few meters of her descent

God smiled down some more on the kids as He made this a winter vacation in the true sense of the word. What could be more authentic than fresh falling snow on the day we visited the Gyeongbok Palace.
The Gyeongbokgung, as it is called by the locals, is the place where the affairs of state were conducted and numerous kings had lived in for 500 years during the Joseon Dynasty. This former seat of power is probably Korea's most famous royal palace. The palace was built in the late 1300s, and has been destroyed and reconstructed numerous times. The National Folk Museum of Korea can also be found in the northern section of the Gyeongbok Palace. It uses dioramas to illustrate the wide selection of folk and cultural history of the Korean people.

As we strolled around the pavilions and halls within the palace's spacious walled grounds, the kids ran around with tongues sticking out, happily enjoying their first ever snowfall.

Although I have tried sledding down an ice-covered slope a couple of years back, this was my first ski experience. Having shared that, I had no idea that the shoes and the ski plates were THAT heavy. We deposited our belongings on the ground floor of the ski resort and proceeded to change to our rented ski gear. Only, C and I had to walk with our ski shoes up to the slope's entrance located on the second level. Imagine us going up on the escalator clutching 5 pairs of ski plates and another 5 sets of poles between the two of us - and holding the two younger ones, as well. As it is, those 2 rascals still needed assistance stepping on and off the escalator using their regular shoes. I cannot begin to tell you, without sounding so terribly clueless, how we managed to bring the kids safely up, while walking like ducks ourselves - no thanks to our ski shoes. Even writing about it now, the recollection makes me roll over with hysterical laughter.
Skiing lessons were given to the whole group and everybody had a turn to go down slope once with the instructor's assistance. After that, it was each one for himself. If you pay close attention to the instructor and do as she tells you to, you will take to the snow the way a fish takes to water. I successfully managed to make a straight run down (no turns yet) 3 times , my barometer for success being: one, not falling over; and two, not causing anyone to fall over. What I found to be a problem in this overly populated trail was that almost everyone was either having lessons themselves or was an edgy novice skier. Personally, I think the most important thing for every beginner to learn before they hit the slopes is being able to control when to stop their downhill movement. Navigating the crowded slopes was actually more dangerous than a blind man crossing EDSA during the rush hour. tsk! :) I saw several unsuspecting people taken down from behind by reckless newbies who forgot how to stop.

Since the kids were completely equipped with their skiing gears, they naturally wanted to make good use of their skis as well. Being in no position to offer any guidance, I took off their ski plates and we hiked up. This made the uphill climb easier for them, and anything that's easier for them ultimately makes my life easier, noh? :) Once we reached a considerable distance, I had them hold on tight to their poles and I pulled them down the slopes that way. Easy!

riding down a sled at Everland

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Saranghae, Korea! (South Korea Part 1)

Our flight was on Christmas day itself so it would appear that we spent Christmas in two countries.

We had two of the best airport lounge available for our use.
While the MIASCOR served a wide selection of mouth-watering and hearty meal in its buffet spread,
the Northwest Lounge won us over with its bright and airy interiors.

While we were busy enjoying the buffet spread out before us,
R was enjoying himself playing with the Northwest model plane.

Korea was a sensory overload, all five senses were simultaneously occupied, amused and involved as we allowed ourselves to be absorbed by the country’s culture, beauty, its people, food and scenery. Having two Asian superpowers as neighbors, China to the west and Japan to the east, it is no wonder that even in the face of its rich 5,000 year cultural history, its tradition, architecture, and cuisine is a pleasant mix of Chinese and Japanese influences. And yet, regardless of the lengthy years of foreign occupation, they have managed to retain their own alphabet and language syntax. The Korean language obeys a strict grammatical constraint requiring that the sentence end with a verb. Thus, it is no wonder that despite the presence of numerous Americans teaching English in Korea, English is still far from being spoken and understood in the streets.

Unsuccesful as the Koreans are in learning English, my two young kids showed their knack for learning a new language. In no time, they were peppering their conversation with newly learned Korean words. The guide was a very thoughtful and competent thirty-something lady who had a habit of passing around Korean goodies during long road trips. “Kamsa-hameda!”, B solicitously says. This delights the Korean who offers her a handful more of the sweets. B politely declines saying one is enough for her. The Korean guide wouldn’t take no for an answer, pushes the sweets into B’s hands, “Never mind, keep it in your bag or share it with your brother,” she says in her sing-song manner. Now mindful of the power this word has over the locals, both kids turned on their charm talking to the guide and several hotel staff with a generous sprinkling of Korean words. "Anyong Haseo!", they greet people. They are greatly rewarded, of course, with extra goodies and pampered attention.

With Chris, our super efficient tour guide and David, our tour photographer slash luggage porter slash part time nanny.

We greatly enjoyed the local cuisine, the infamous tongue-flaming kimchi included. Surprisingly, Korean fare is not spicy as we first suspected. The level of heat can be adjusted to agree with your personal taste as the kimchi and the bean paste are served on the side, in diminutive oriental bowls.

The challenge during the trip was to make sure the kids are done eating by the time our guide signaled (loudly at that) that meal time is over. Left to themselves, meal time can easily extend to over an hour. That said, one of our meal requisites is that B and R are both nearby, within an arm’s distance, so I can fill up their spoons for them to make the next mouthful a bite faster.

We were lucky enough to take pleasure in eating one breakfast in a restaurant that offered a wonderful view of a partly frozen lake. Ducks can be seen swimming near the water's edge, their webbed feet making ripples as they paddle speedily through the icy water. The disturbance the ripples make suddenly stop midway in the lake as it meets the calm and still frozen water.

The peaceful panorama was clearly a setting meant for an unhurried and sumptuous meal. The kind where you have a lingering and meaningful conversation with your "amore" as you take in God’s magnificence in the beauty of nature that is surrounding you. The kind of which I clearly wasn't having. While eating, J wanted me to take a photo of her making like Santa’s red-nosed reindeer. Her eyes eager and pleading, I had no choice but to oblige her request.

That done, I went back to concentrate on my food. Seated in front of me, R incessantly stops in the middle of the meal and stares absentmindedly into space, his plate full of untouched food.

I continuously remind him to pay attention to his food until I realized that I only had a few minutes left to finish my food myself. Some friends who were seated at the table nearby stood up to queue for the restroom. So I gave up and let him be.

Perhaps sensing my frustration, he tries to appease me and asks, “Can I not eat the popcorn?” I looked up from my plate, confused, “Huh?” What popcorn was he talking about now? I could feel the wrinkles in my forehead appearing as I brought my eyebrows together in displeasure. I gave out a laugh as I slowly realized that he mistakenly thought the small yellow dome on his plate was popcorn. Eggs seldom, if at all, make an appearance in our dining table due to the kids suffering from various food allergies. This was perhaps his first time to see scrambled eggs. Popcorn, yes. Hilarious!

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Blessed New Year

The start of the new year would be the perfect time to pause and acknowledge that everything that happens to us, happens for a reason. "For I know the plans I have for you," says the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." (Jeremiah 29:11)

As I reminisce on the the year that has passed and think of the things in store for me this 2009, a song popped in my head, "... I know who holds the future, and I know He holds my hands. With God things don't just happen, everything by Him is planned. As I face the future, with its problems big and small, I trust the God of miracles, to Him I give my all."

Wherever we are in life right now, we must give thanks for we know that all things are in His good and gracious hands.

A blessed 2009 to us all!

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One Bag… And Then Some More

I have never been an advocate of traveling light. When I was single, I would bring along 2 brimming suitcases full of “girl” essentials. The sight of me lugging along two gigantic baggage must have been a hilarious airport sight, giving not a few porters a chuckle. Now that I have kids, I have toned it down a whole lot and have managed to fit all of our essentials in 2 suitcases – if our destination is a resort. But for a city tour kind of thing, I try my very, very best to keep it down to just 3 suitcases, plus one carry-on trolley.

I am the family’s designated packer for every trip. I have mastered this craft so well that I can now effortlessly pack 3 suitcases in one go, if there’s an urgent need for it. However, as most trip goes, I usually start packing 3 days before a big trip. Packing for a few hours at a time, taking breaks every now and then. Packing for 5 may seem daunting at first but through the years I have thought out a technique that keeps packing organized and systematic.

I discovered packing cubes early on in my marriage, and I cannot extol its merits enough. I managed to keep our clothes in order by segregating and putting everything in containers designed for that purpose. I would put all underwear and toiletires in our his-and-hers bags, another one for the sleeping clothes, still another one for the shirts, the list goes on. That way as we search through everything that we brought with us for the trip, the clothes don’t end up scattered and messy inside the luggage.

I remember when the kids were much younger, going away on trips means carrying almost the whole nursery with me. The portable playpen, bottle sterilizer, electric thermos, blender, booster seat, baby tub, et al. The baby clothes alone would fit almost a whole suitcase. Thankfully, as they grow older their traveling essentials decrease.

Since C cannot be counted on to lend a hand during packing, I have made 2 packing checklists, one for C and me, and the other one for the kids to ease the confusion (and avoid the backaches). These lists are a life saver and I have not yet experienced leaving anything behind because of them. 



Save for that one time we took J to her first Disneyland trip. Everything was ready and packed the night before.   On the morning of departure, I was supposed to fix myself up and do a little bit of make up, when C decided that we have to leave already. Ok, no big deal, I thought to myself, I will just fix myself up at the airport’s waiting lounge. As I was rummaging through my bag to get our passports and tickets for check-in, I realized that I left my make up bag behind! In my hurry to go down the stairs, I left my entire make-up bag in the bathroom. Without exaggerating, let me tell you that was one traumatic traveling experience. I had to buy new ones as soon as we landed to replace the ones I left behind.

Two suitcases done and the third one still lying around empty, I am right on time. I still have a full day to go. The third suitcase is going to make its debut this trip. I just got it recently – as a freebie! Chris has a new BDO Titanium Card (of which I am a supplementary cardholder), and the mechanics says that if the cardholder spends a minimum of PHP70 grand for the first two months of card usage, the suitcase set is free. How wonderful is that. Talk about perfect timing!

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Winter Fashion 101

We are leaving for Korea in a few days, I find my head filled with confusion and excitement, the feelings alternating with each other. There are so many things to pack, so many checklists to mark off, countless bits and pieces to clean up before we leave. I try to prioritize, but I constantly and rudely get interrupted by a thought bubble in my head about something that always seem more important than the task on hand. Tsk! Tsk!

What makes packing for this trip harder than the previous ones is that we will be staying in three different hotels for the first three nights. To minimize the number of luggage to be opened each day, I have segregated our clothes into clusters. Two luggage contain our clothing divided for the first and second half of the trip, and the last one for other travel needs.

For someone living in the tropics, keeping an up to date winter wardrobe is a wasted and expensive indulgence. My operative fashion word when buying winter clothes is timeless classic. I will only buy it if it is: 1.not trendy (so I can wear it eight years from now and call it vintage), 2.reasonably priced (I don’t know how soon I’ll be wearing it again or how often), 3.in a neutral color (black, beige, gray or deep brown). So with those restrictions carefully set, I went here, here, and here to have a glimpse of winter fashion in the opposite side of the world.

While surfing for winter fashion inspirations, I decided to make a quick check at CNN-weather. It showed that temperature at Incheon and Seoul is at subzero degrees. With that cruel weather to welcome us when we land, I want to ensure that the kids bring enough of the proper clothing to stay warm and toasty at all times. In temperatures this chilly, proper layering is key to a comfortable trip. Here’s how I plan to keep the kids warm: Start with a woolen (preferably merino) thermal undershirt with a snug (but not tight) fit, then add a long sleeved shirt over that, then put on a sweater, finish with a heavy coat with hood, preferably with down insulation. Should they get too warm, layering makes it easy to just peel clothing off one at a time.

Legs should not be forgotten, start with thermal underpants and finish with heavy duty jeans. And since feet come in contact with the ground, it is key to wear thick soled shoes (to keep feet as far from the ground as possible) and heavy wool socks, double up if possible. I started paying more attention to materials after almost getting my toes frostbitten a few years back. I doubled up on cotton socks under my boots, mistakenly thinking that this would make my feet warm. Instead I got too warm, which made my feet sweat, and which made my socks wet and which ultimately made me very, very cold. I have since invested in wool socks, which stays warm even when wet. While cotton is our preferred material in the tropics, it is the worst material to wear in harsh, cold weather, it doesn’t trap body heat and worse, its fibers are loosely woven that cold air easily passes through. On the other hand, wool, fleece and polyester are good materials to insulate the body and trap heat.

Matching accessories like hats, scarves and gloves not only look nice, but they are essential to maintaining body warmth. Head, neck and hands should always be kept warm.

Help me pray that I do a good job of keeping everyone warm - and fashionably so!

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J has got game

J has surprised me by loving soccer. She started with the sport early this summer. I wanted the kids to try out different sports so they can decide for themselves what they enjoyed to do and wanted to pursue. After the soccer clinic has ended, she enrolled in a weekend football program, where she is registered upto now.

She is gentle and non-confrontational, so the aggressiveness needed by the sport was something she just could not turn on when she is on the field. I remember watching her during her first few sessions, she would run after the ball but would hesitate to get it from an opponent. I had to explain to her that in this sport, getting the ball from the opponent is not "grabbing", it is simply how the game is played. But being who she is, she is not one to charge at the ball, dribble it from across the field to score a goal. It's not in her character to be the hard-hitting striker. She has found a position she is good at, where her heart is comfortable playing. She is a solid and reliable defender. Strikers from opposing teams have a difficult time getting the ball past her and her team's goalie has found fewer balls to watch over.
In a recent mixed group tournament, she found herself in a group of ten kids from ages six to eight, of which, three of them are girls. She was the only girl in her group to play in all five qualifying games. She has surely come a long way from where she started in the sport.
Their team went on to win 2nd runner-up in their age category. She went home at the end of the day exhausted from playing (she slept the whole ride home), her skin a shade darker (even with re-applying sunblock every 2 hours), but with pride in herself and exhilaration in her heart.

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Moving Up the Cake Ladder

Although I have always loved to bake, I have for the most part stayed away from whole cakes that needed expertise in decorating, preferring instead to make miniature cupcakes, bars and cookies.

Lately however, I have been feeling daring and experimental. I feel like it’s time I expanded my dessert repertoire. So with the numerous pot-luck dinner parties all lined up this holiday season, I unreservedly offered to bring not just one, but two desserts to the dinner buffet table.

In my first try, the strawberries sank in the whipped cream frosting. I must have been taking my sweet time to decorate that the cream warmed up to room temperature. Still, I managed to impress our friends, I got compliments from the wives of C's Tuesday group.

The second time I made it, it was for my co-parents in J's class. I was going to make it for ladies who really know their way around the kitchen, so the was a little pressure there. This time around, I made sure to put the cake back in the refrigerator after putting the swirls to make the cream firm up. After a few minutes, I took the cake out again and added the luscious berries. Here is what it looked like:

The tiramisu was relatively easy to make as I have been making this for years, but I used to make this trifle-style, in a glass baking dish. So the challenge now was to make the cake as divine looking as it was delectable. As predicted, it was complicated to pretty up the sides of the cake, so I decided to cover up my lack of talent and improvised by putting ladyfingers around the sides and tying it up with a festive colored ribbon.

Friends who can't wait to slice and enjoy the cake...

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Personal Space

I remember my first desk at the young age of 5 or 6. It was a desk with a hutch, with wide open shelves. I remember it to be so big that if I wanted to, I could slip in easily in the desk drawer. My Dad is very particular with having almost all our home furniture made with Narra. Understandably, Narra is the premier local wood of choice for high quality furniture. Not only is its durability time-tested, it is also known for its very beautiful grain and beautiful finish. My old desk has served its purpose well. It taught me how to be organized with my things at a young age. Albeit, it could very well be the root of my pack rat mind-set.

When we moved to Manila, my mother thought it best to sell those lovely desks, my sister’s and mine. As soon as we were settled, she had another one custom built for all of us siblings. Naturally they were made with the same wood, although now smaller in scale, considering the number of desks that were to be accommodated in the study room. Having had to share a room ( and clothes, shoes, books, and most things else for that matter) for the entire duration of my single life, the desk was the one item that I consider truly my own. It was mine exclusively, a stand-out in my eye, especially among the collectively owned possessions at home.

When I got married and moved to a new house with C, I left the old one behind. Imprudently thinking that with 4 rooms and a lot of space to fill up, I wouldn’t be needing it anymore. The empty house quickly filled up with the rapid addition of young ones . With it, drawers, cabinets, shelves and other places of storage instantly became filled up with things, not all of them necessarily needed. Things soon got lost in the clutter that accumulated daily.

And so I now come full circle, back where I came from. Wanting something that’s exclusively mine among the collective possessions at home. And so I began dreaming of having a desk just like the one I had.

I am beside myself with excitement. My new desk has just been delivered, and there’s something about the smell of it that gives me a buzz. I just realized that Narra wood gives off an odor similar to camphor oil. And so for the moment I am in heaven on earth.

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Twilight

Like most teens in my generation, I got captivated by Sweet Dreams and Sweet Valley High. But unlike the typical teenaged girl, I did not progress to Danielle Steel and company. Towards the middle of high school, I was introduced to Sidney Sheldon and then quickly moved on to Michael Crichton, John Grisham, et al. Reading best sellers soon became trite, the plots clichéd. I soon began to initiate myself into the world of non-fiction, and this personal discovery was a state of great luxury and comfort for me. Topics are usually autobiographies of personalities who piqued my curiosity or historical events that made a mark. I remember reading books about the sinking of the Titanic, Greek mythology (no doubt inspired by mythology in reading class during junior high), ancient Rome and Greece (most especially the relationship between Brutus and Julius Caesar, Anthony and Cleopatra), Persian Empire (particularly under the reign of King Xerxes where the Battle of Thermopolis happened. Inspired inpart by the book of Esther in the Bible), Alexander the Great, Katharine Graham, Princess Diana, Jacqueline Onassis, JFK Jr, Audrey Hepburn, and of course the list goes on and on. An assortment of topics, really. Oh! And some Archie Comics also thrown in for good measure. At one point, the late Kevyn Aucoin’s book was almost a must buy – until good logic turned me around and saved me.

A few months ago, however, I received a call from a friend requesting me to ask C if she could borrow a certain book. Unfortunately for her, C was away on business that time. She mentioned that she was just done reading Twilight, (the first book) and urgently had to read the sequel right away. She told me C mentioned that he bought the book, but I told her I was positive that I did not see him reading it around the house. But just the same I told her I will ask him once he gets back.

But this friend surprised me by traveling all the way to Serendra that night to go to Fully Booked and purchased all 3 remaining books to complete her Twilight collection. And this is already after searching for it at almost all of the bookstores with no luck. I was so intrigued by this book because of the reaction that it got from my usually level headed friend that I had to send an SMS and ask C about it. She was right. C had indeed ordered it from Amazon, intending it to be a gift for J. My sis-in-law, borrowed it right away, as soon as it was delivered.

It is absolutely out of character for me to be interested in the horror-fantasy literary genre. I was not lured by Anne Rice with her aristocratic vampire, Lestat. Regardless that it was made into a movie with Tom Cruise and Brad Pitt, and much later into a Broadway musical. Neither did Harry Potter elicit any interest from me, even when it was raking in millions of dollars in book sales and movie tickets.

However when I found out that the Twilight series fall into dark romance, that is where my attraction with the saga started. As soon as I began reading the first book, I found myself a willing captive to the book’s thin plot and shallow characters. I read it without dissecting the way the book was written. It is essentially a love story; and what girl, regardless of age, can resist a good and simple love story?

It’s not the greatest book in the world, but I generously own up to the fact that I read it in a day’s time. I simply could not put it down. It was pure enjoyment, let me tell you. I have read all four books in one week. And I am now back to reading the first book, all the better to refresh my memory for when the movie comes out this weekend.

Before this Twilight saga piqued my interest, my bedside companions were Epicenter: Why the Current Rumblings in the Middle East Will Change Your Future by Joel Rosenberg and The Shack by William Young. Both are heavy reads, and so I take a break from one and read the other. Don’t ask me how I do it, that’s just how I plan to go on till I actually finish it. But being rudely interrupted by Twilight, I might take some time to go back.

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Essence of Being R

With R turning one year older a few weeks ago and with nothing better to do one lazy afternoon, I decided to do an impromptu photo shoot to try to encapsulate the essence of being R. To capture for posterity his numerous moods and hilarious antics, if that was at all possible.

I caught him an eager and willing participant, as can be seen by his wide smile, reaching his ears.

I click and click away. Tho novelty of sitting for the camera has started to wear thin on him, and his interest has shifted back to the Ritz crackers he was busy munching on before I interrupted him for this shoot.

Unmindful of his disinterest with me and the camera, I continue to take photo after photo. Continuously asking him to shift his attention from the bag of crackers he was hard at work eating to "smile" at me. Hence, this photo...

Not willing to give up that easily, I went on with my task. And R, not wanting to give up without a fight, gave me this "masterpiece." Maybe, celebrities tired of running away from paparazzis could learn a thing or two...
I guess that was my cue to finally put down the camera and give him a hug for being mischievously adorable . tee-hee-hee!

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Cupcake train

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For this year's celebration, R wanted a Thomas the Train birthday cake. I made use of this occasion to test a new chocolate cupcake recipe. I am always on the look-out for the perfect chocolate cake recipe, and I think I have finally found it with this last one. It is moist and chocolate-y, without being overly sweet. I have tried a lot of recipes which includes a vegan one from Divvies, and the one I made for J's birthday party was a Martha Stewart recipe. (While Martha's cupcakes were wonderful to look at, with beautiful domes, they lacked flavor and moisture.) For the frosting, I relied on my trusty Swiss Meringue Buttercream for its flavor and stability to hold up at room temp in spite of Manila's sweltering heat.


Here we are, taking a break after frosting all the cupcakes. R loves to help whenever I am in the kitchen. He was tasked to put the sprinkles on all those cupcakes.


This is taken at his school party, where all his classmates went crazy over the cupcake train. I got great compliments from the parents, too.

Here is a closer view of the cupcake train.


And here is the birthday boy, loving those cupcakes!

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My girl, J

J celebrated her 8th birthday (sooo) many Fridays ago. I started a draft on this post a few months back, but I never go to finish. My main job (being a SAHM) has kept me busy that the blog posts have been very few and far between. So here's one more try at it....

She just wanted a simple celebration with her good friends. And so on that day, twelve girls took over our house with their shrieks, laughter and girly interests. The late afternoon celebration quickly extended into late evening. J was still in her personal cloud nine long after the last guest went home. While I was exhausted from baking and frosting all those cupcakes. She wanted some Pokemon cupcakes, and so I bravely told her she'll have it - not knowing how hard it was. After several tries and not going anywhere with the cupcakes, I finally succumbed to time pressure and took the easy way out. I put on swirls and threw in some sprinkles... voila!


J is slowly growing up to be her own person. She is naturally kind, oftentimes funny, most of the time forgetful. She is curious about everything around her. She loves reading Junie B. Jones, Archie, and looks forward to the delivery of my InStyle monthly subscription. Loves walking around in my stilletos, platforms and wedges; getting a kick that we have the same shoe size already.

Sometimes when I look at her I am amazed at how fast she is growing up. And it makes me question myself. Am I patient enough? Kind enough? Loving enough? Understanding enough? Am I the best mom that I can be? Can she see God's goodness in me?

In a recent Guidance class activity, she proudly came home announcing that she got the most number of friendship bracelets. All the girls were given a friendship bracelet and they were supposed to give it to a "good friend". It made me so proud to see her in such high spirits, delighted in the fact that almost half of the class favored her to be their "friend". But she quickly mentioned that she is not part of the "club girls" which she went on to describe as being "chitter-chatter girls", which I assume would be their equivalent of the bully kids. One of the girls who gave her a bracelet, a notorious girl, who has a long standing history of being the class bully, wrote down, "thank you for always being nice and kind to me." Awww!

It seems to me that most of the girls chose her not because she is fun to be with (even if she is), but more so because of her genuine kindness towards other people. Seems to me like I am not doing so bad in this thing called motherhood after all. :)

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