Days of "Strawberry Jam" without "J"
Dear Jam,You can be sure that you and I are a lot better today; healthwise and well...both physical and emotional health. I had to try my very best otherwise we would have a row everyday until you grow. Look at me and Mamilou, we can hardly stand staying in one house for too long, or else we would always have a debacle on something even those of the niggling sort.
Here we are waking up quite peacably, kissing and cuddling. I was unconsciously talking in Voldemort's hissing, whispery voice when you heard me and jumped right under my arms. You don't like him, I reckon. Well, no child does. I let you have a hoot at the empty PRINGLES bottle where you blew cowlike sounds. You are quite creative on your own and I couldn't be prouder.
It's true that the eyes speak a lot. It really looks here that you are getting better and well, feeling
a little happier that I gladly acquiesce to 
whatever requests you may. Yes, I let you have a piece of the cake when last night I was afraid that the sugar from the icing might hop you up. But you already have the energy without it as evident with the theatrics you pulled off before actually hitting the sack. Then I also let you have a piece of the colorful sugar flowers. If you come to think about it, these sweet things could make your cough a lot worse. But worst would be a fit of raving demands of "Mommy! Mommy! Mommy!" so I let you have it, thinking that there is always a way to get around the lesser evil. In this case, next to your tantrums, an imminent tonsillitis and worsening of the cough is the lesser evil. To get around that, we have water therapy. Anyway, I am thankful that you didn't finish it up and Cinammon's cakes aren't as annoyingly sweet to the throat as other cakes. Paddylou has gotten out, had a little more strength in his lungs and legs to come out and stay with you for awhile at breakfast. He was happier seeing you before we left off for work, our first day since the five days of isolation.
Well, I had a lovely surprise coming online. I found that Daddy had left a picture on his Facebook
where they were docked in Finland. I wouldn't wonder where you get your creativity from, for apart from Mommy being an artist, Daddy is quite one himself. They say that men are a lot better in relation to arts when allowed to be expressive, however when they can be expressive is not very often thus Daddy's art comes quite rarely. But he is good. He is even better at photography when we use one subject and a camera each. His photo spoke a lot of that artist. I will let the photo do the talking now. His profile picture in fact was an attempt of a snow angel. Yeah, I see his point, being as he is an "Angel" to us and he is on the snow. If you know what I mean. ;)Everyone was happy to see you when we arrived in Lapasan. When back in Kauswagan, you
were crying for being handled by Nahnang, you were glad to be passed on from Mamala to Papalo. Then lo and behold a cute, cuddly fuzzball greats you in the form of a new cat. It looked like the Meemeen that we lost and I had thought it returned, which unfortunately wasn't the case. Wherever that Meemeen is, I hope its new human is treating it with much love. We will just have to make do with this new Meemeen now. Do take good care of it and - please don't step on it with overwrought eagerness. Please? For your own good, Pumpkin.I stumbled upon this interesting read in LISTVERSE, by the way. I found it under the "Top 10
Shocking Historical Beliefs and Practices". Shocking indeed! Apart from wife selling, the cure to female hysteria, human skin used on books and boots, and lobotomy, I found "Mrs. Winslow's Soothing Syrup for Teething Kids" to be a foot-in-my-mouth. It was a concoction given to children around the 19th to 20th century, formulated by Charlotte N. Winslow that claims to soothe "any human or animal". The syrup is said to contain amounts of morphine, opium, sodium, and ammonia. Imagine my shock! And here I was worrying about giving you Benadryl! Sheesh!JAMovie: ALHPA and OMEGA
Sad to say, the copy that we have is inaudible. Had the picture not been clear, I wouldn't understand half of the movie. It's nothing too special really. Or else, it was really meant to be viewed in 3D but so far as the story is concerned, it
doesn't say much. Although it was a learning experience for me to discover that every wolf pack has an Alpha Male and Female as well as an Omega Male and Female. The pack with the Alpha Male seeks to find a pack with an Alpha Female, who can be mated for theirs. As any movie is bound to a twist, the Alpha Female sets out in an accidental adventure with the Omega Male. Now these two characters are determinedly opposites. The Alpha is motivated, driven and a potential leader while the Omega is an easy-going, happy-go-lucky, God-knows-where-it-wants-to-wander-anytime kind of fella. But their adventure takes them to appreciate their differences and appreciate that turkeys and ducks can also be counted on as friends, more than anything - well, errr...like food. They also happen to be a chiropractor and a golfer. The verdict? Three Stars. That is, until we get a DVD copy!JAMantic of the Day:
You spoke a lot! You must be in the spirit as you saw I was in a good mood to bow to your whims and speak to you every so kindly despite your demands. When I was checking what was left of the stretch marks on my tummy, you shook your head and closed my shirt down, burying your head over it so that I couldn't pull it up again. I did it again anyway to confirm your discomfort in me doing it and it was then that you told me "I tat see tat" and did it again. HAHAHAHA! I was so amazed and shocked so pleasantly I hugged and kissed you. You just went total English on me, Pumpkin! "I can't see that!" By Jove!
But that's not the only thing now. While I was washing your feeding bottle, you were singing like you sang the song you composed for me. Wriggling to your tune, you sang "Dee dee dee dee dee dee wash wash" and again until I was done. You also said "stee stee stee stee" everytime you attempted to pull off the sticker label from your hand. You repeated "stee" with every attempt.
When energy was coming down at last, we had shadow play. As the energy went down further, you sat on my lap and asked me to "dode" your feet and wiggle it in front of the light so it would cast a shadow on the wall. "Dode" is hold, of course! Heheh!
Your Mommy,
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