Days of "Strawberry Jam" without "J"
Dear Jam,Yes it's another cat in YOUTUBE as it is a habit of yours to demand "cats" or "kittens" on the server PC whenever you're in the booth. Now this cat named Nora is quite a clever cat on piano. Her owner is a pianist and perhaps, like a child to a parent, the child easily takes on a parent's hobby. So that's Nora. She even had a duet with the owner's daughter or friend. As for me, I didn't have time to check it all out because all my attention needed to be set on you (for fear that you might accidentally switch the server off).
It's Holiday today; Eid-Al-Adha, if I am not mistaken with the spelling. It commemorates the act of Ibrahim, our Catholic Abraham to will the life of his son Ishmael, our Ismael (or is that vice versa?), to God. So the our Bible agrees with the Koran that Abraham's faith in God was tested when he was asked to kill his very own flesh and blood. Though his love for Ishmael is unwavering, his faith in God was greater and it looked as though both father and son had surrendered to God's request. But then again, God's mercy and love was greater than either Abraham's love for his son or his faith for God and seeing this, God rewarded the old man quite justly. I think that's a very nice story to learn from, what do you think? But don't ask me the question because I don't want to answer it right now. Thanks to your Tita Meghna by the way who helped enlighten me what the holiday was about. I honestly had no idea what was going around in my world when I came upon Tita Meghna's status, greeting our brothers and sisters in the Islam faith. It's nice to know that though we apparently have different beliefs, there are ties that inescapably bind us and Abraham-Ibrahim's story is but only one.I had a lovely waker-upper today, thanks to you. When yesterday you told Nahnang "Hi Baby!" upon waking up, today you greeted me with "Hi Lap!". I guess you got used to me saying "Hi Love!" to you whenever you wake up. BUT. BUT. BUT. You got spanked today you know? You know why? Your level of naughtiness is just unbearable at times. I just had it today. You spat food on your dress and on our bed. You had been told before right? So I just had to get your attention. It was just one light pat, which later made me feel bad having done it but I kept it to myself knowing you will hopefully learn from it. Hopefully. I had prepared a wonderful brunch today and that was out of the spaghetti from Tita-Ninang-"Jabee"-Ma'am-Deen beside a sumptuous egg fried rice. You're not a spaghetti person, I take. You liked the rice, a couple spoons of spaghetti but you wouldn't take anymore than you want. So anyway, forgive me. Next time, I will not use my hand to punish you anymore. I will use "The Rod" as advised by that speaker from the Christian Parenting Ninang Mayang attended. The speaker said that the "hand" is associated to care and comfort and should not be used to "discipline". As well as a belt which may identify the father as the sole punisher, so we have to have "The Rod". Oh! Sounds scary, doesn't it?
After that you were back to yourself. In fact, you didn't even shed a tear or grimace upon contact between my hand and your leg. You seemed unaffected but quiet as if trying to think. When the silence between us wore off, you were noisy again. You called me "Ali! Ali!" or "come", patting the space beside you where you placed a pillow against the bed for my back to rest on. As I was positioned to your satisfaction, you gave me the cellphone and quite animatedly encouraged me to "Es Daddy! Es Daddy!" that could only mean you wanted me to text Daddy. I had to explain that since Daddy was out of the radar, our messages wouldn't get to him even if we sent a thousand.
You were at Carmen with Lolo and Mamala because the FoodHauz had to be closed for the holiday. I packed your bag separately to get you ready for your stay there as you tested one of your sunglasses and then the other. You were crying when we left because I wouldn't let you carry Bucky, the stuffed Calico.Anyway, we had a wonderful quality time when we got home. Before coming to work, we passed by the DVD avenue to buy new DVD titles; THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE, RAMONA and BEEZUS, and SPIRIT OF THE FOREST. When we came home, you were intent to ask me to
play the one you found to be easily relatable to you, the cartoons. You begged me with all the sweetness you could muster with "Open peez!" to open the DVD case. But it was bedtime for you and I didn't want cartoons to be the reason to keep you awake.We watched the one movie I have been waiting to watch for a couple of months since Daddy was still here, THE SORCERER'S APPRENTICE. Among other reasons of it being a great movie with a power cast, it brings back my childhood days when Mickey Mouse played as "The Sorcerer's Apprentice" in FANTASIA. According to your Tita Issie and thanks to her I just knew about it yesterday, that the story was inspired from a poem by Goethe. A German poet. Please remind me to research about it. Now in this version, Nicolas Cage's character was appointed by Merlin in a never ending search for the Prime Merlinean. This wizard, who ends up to be a wimpy teenager, is the only one who can kill Merlin's mortal enemy, Morgan Le Fay. I am quite familiar with these characters from Hallmark's Merlin and based on Helena Bonham-Carter's rendition of the character, Morgan Le Fay is supposed to be hideous but powerful. Right! Mommy is rambling nonsense again. For who will these people be in your generation? Perhaps like Elvis Presley in my time, they will be no more than memories in black-and-white pictures. I know, Mommy us exaggerating much. I enjoyed the movie and you, my dear, fell asleep between my legs as it ended.
JAMantic of the Day:I let you have a go at Nahnang's digital camera. You were quite good with it, I have to say. And as a photographer and photoshoot director, you were quite demanding. I was your model and you had me pose with my hand below my chin and not only that, I had to pull my chin higher...and higher, as you instructed.
Here you are by the way in your attempts to knot a ribbon around your neck. Thankfully, you weren't successful, otherwise I would have been worried with you choking yourself up.
Your Mommy,
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