Again to the most loving and best dadilo in the world, happy birthday! We love you and cant thank you Enough. words are not enough. May the good Lord add more years to your life.
Oct 30, 2012
Dadilo's xx birthday
We celebrated dadili'd birthday last night at central pArk restaurant aling legarda rd. We were actually plannin to go to a new place called route 55 also At legarda rd, bUt it was difficult to fi d. It did not help that not much info was available at their facebook page evem in google search. Anyways, although food was so-so what is important is that we are together celebrating it with him.
Again to the most loving and best dadilo in the world, happy birthday! We love you and cant thank you Enough. words are not enough. May the good Lord add more years to your life.
Again to the most loving and best dadilo in the world, happy birthday! We love you and cant thank you Enough. words are not enough. May the good Lord add more years to your life.
Oct 21, 2012
Bath time
Today is my second time to give the critter her full bath. Yay! Thank God everything went well. Loving every minute of this motherhood.
Oct 16, 2012
A Mothers Prayer for her Child by Tina Fey
Saw this at pinterest.... Reposting it... From Bossypants by tina fey
Tina Fey Hard At Work
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
(That my friends, is what you call good writing. Click on the link and pick up Tina Fey’s book Bossypantsfor more.)
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Tina Fey Hard At Work
“First, Lord: No tattoos. May neither Chinese symbol for truth nor Winnie-the-Pooh holding the FSU logo stain her tender haunches.
May she be Beautiful but not Damaged, for it’s the Damage that draws the creepy soccer coach’s eye, not the Beauty.
When the Crystal Meth is offered, may she remember the parents who cut her grapes in half And stick with Beer.
Guide her, protect her when crossing the street, stepping onto boats, swimming in the ocean, swimming in pools, walking near pools, standing on the subway platform, crossing 86th Street, stepping off of boats, using mall restrooms, getting on and off escalators, driving on country roads while arguing, leaning on large windows, walking in parking lots, riding Ferris wheels, roller-coasters, log flumes, or anything called “Hell Drop,” “Tower of Torture,” or “The Death Spiral Rock ‘N Zero G Roll featuring Aerosmith,” and standing on any kind of balcony ever, anywhere, at any age.
Lead her away from Acting but not all the way to Finance. Something where she can make her own hours but still feel intellectually fulfilled and get outside sometimes And not have to wear high heels. What would that be, Lord? Architecture? Midwifery? Golf course design? I’m asking You, because if I knew, I’d be doing it, Youdammit.
May she play the Drums to the fiery rhythm of her Own Heart with the sinewy strength of her Own Arms, so she need Not Lie With Drummers.
Grant her a Rough Patch from twelve to seventeen.Let her draw horses and be interested in Barbies for much too long, For childhood is short – a Tiger Flower blooming Magenta for one day – And adulthood is long and dry-humping in cars will wait.
O Lord, break the Internet forever, that she may be spared the misspelled invective of her peers And the online marketing campaign for Rape Hostel V: Girls Just Wanna Get Stabbed.
And when she one day turns on me and calls me a Bitch in front of Hollister, Give me the strength, Lord, to yank her directly into a cab in front of her friends, For I will not have that Shit. I will not have it.
And should she choose to be a Mother one day, be my eyes, Lord, that I may see her, lying on a blanket on the floor at 4:50 A.M., all-at-once exhausted, bored, and in love with the little creature whose poop is leaking up its back. “My mother did this for me once,” she will realize as she cleans feces off her baby’s neck. “My mother did this for me.” And the delayed gratitude will wash over her as it does each generation and she will make a Mental Note to call me. And she will forget. But I’ll know, because I peeped it with Your God eyes.
Amen.”
-Tina Fey
(That my friends, is what you call good writing. Click on the link and pick up Tina Fey’s book Bossypantsfor more.)
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Oct 15, 2012
Oct 11, 2012
Sweet 16
My daughter's adorable feet. Someday we are going to travel the worl baby. Cant wait for you to grow up baby. 
Oct 2, 2012
My princess
This picture was taken immediately after they gave the go signal for amber and i to room in. Amber is barely 2 days old. She was put under a medication as a precautionary measure against infections. So glad that she was cleared of sepsis. We stayed a total of 5 days in the hospital. 
Oct 1, 2012
One week
My babylove is one week pld today. Time flies so fast. She stays awake for ling periods of time and poopoos almost ten times a day. Which is normal once she reaches 6 days. Thanks to mommy la for giving me my bath.
Happy one week baby!
Happy one week baby!
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