Dear Jam,
It's the FEAST OF OUR LADY OF MANAOAG, I am so happy that Daddy, you and I went out to attend the mass and the celebration. Here you are, early in the morning enjoying your breakfast of scrambled egg sandwich with that pinky up in the air! Hahah! You were watching your morning dose of Baby Einstein while I was preparing breakfast and my attempts of getting Daddy up from bed. I also took the time to approach the pad's owner to tell them if we can, due to Daddy's delayed assignment, use up part of the money we paid in advance. Thank God, the lady didn't need to hear me explain and said "Ok" like your Auntielou Ching would. To her "Okay" meant "Don't worry" and
After all the mobility and solemnity altogether, we had lunch at Gloria Maris where you delighted in the crispy skin of the lechon and the nata de coco from the salad. You wanted nothing more than the "Nanam" which you identified perfectly out of papaya, pineapple and shreds of coconut. You would say "Nono" and shake your head to the others until you see the crystal cube that was pure pleasure to your teeth and gums. When we had run out of ways to appease you, you climbed down your chair, pulled Mamilou's bag and said "Tah", goading us to leave. We eventually did.
We went home for an afternoon respite before waking up to Daddy's decision of taking a late night bike ride to DV Soria to buy DVD. We
JAMantic of the Day:
Picking up from our words at dinner, you made your own pronunciations:
VEGETABLES > sta-bols
BREAD > byed
Your MAYmah,

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