Days of "Strawberry Jam" without "J"
Dear Jam,Strawberry Jam sweetness started early in the morning when you asked me to rub our noses together, saying "Mommy, noshe noshe."You were the little helper to me today, thank you. Though we were doing a balancing act with you on my knee as I had to hold the water dispenser down and your bottle to prepare your milk, I couldn't complain because you were too sweet.
We were supposed to go to celebrate Ninang Charissa's birthday at their place but that was far and the party won't be until three in the
afternoon, my shift, exactly! So I felt a little devastated. If that's right to say. I wanted to see her, especially since it was her birthday! Due to that we left home early and finally, passing by the apartment where Tita Dana and Kuya Gabe lived, I decided that we should pay them a little visit. It wasn't enough to pay off my feelings of excitement to attend Ninang Charissa's Pizza Party but it sufficed to becalm my longing for my college friends; Tita Dana, Ninang Hazel and Tita Mia. Kuya Gabe was sweet. Not that I am comparing him to your other acquaintances but I think he rather has an advantage being a lot older than you. This made your interaction with him easier and the two of you instantly clicked. Tita Dana recalled Iago's first birthday where the three of your first met, you, Iago and Kuya Gabe. The mommies were taking turns who among their boys' kiss you would be receptive to. Tita Dana remembered that you weren't as warm to Gabe as you were with little Iago. But that has changed today and this piece of picture where the two of you seem peaceable is proof enough. We couldn't stay long though, Tita Dana hoped you could have so she could take out the toys and have you play with Kuya Gabe and his cousins.I have to apologize with how I can be rather complacent with this fickle weather sometimes. I
had a nagging feeling, I tell you. It was warning me to bring an umbrella in our person but I dismissed that seeing as the sun was high up, in fact blazing down upon us. Darned it! I should have listened to my good voice because before we reached the drop off point at the cafe, cats and dogs fell down without so much as a drizzle for a warning. Anyway, I had to improvise. I couldn't just let another irresponsibilty lead to another and get you sick so though we looked unforgivably laughable, I went with it anyway. I taped up a clean spare of diaper and wore it on your head as if it was a cap. We got the laughs but more of the concern actually that the kind lady who I used to find annoying with her unabashed remarks about you, me, Daddy, the people in the FoodHauz, took us in for a bit of shelter in her meager bananaque stall. She lent us with albeit battered and handle-less umbrella, it was helpful of her nonetheless. But just for laughs, I didn't take the diaper "cap" of to show Mamala and Papalo how unconventionally fashionable you still could be.At work, I was ambivalent when I got online. I was happy to see all of Tita Vanessa's lovely comments about you, on our Facebook page and in my Facebook. Like Tita Jet, she also left a comment solely meant for your eyes and it's something you should read when you grow up. We were also talking about having certain dreams of each other. Funny that last week Friday, I dreamt of her. We were with Mamala and Nohnong, although I didn't see Nohnong's face driving in the front but I was sure that we were on our way to send Mamala off to the airport. It was today that I read Tita Vani's message telling me that she dreamt about me. She didn't tell me when or what exactly happened in the dream so I cannot interpret what it means. It's pleasantly strange to dream of each other after another. I just have a feeling that we have a shared emotion of wanting to see each other and reconnect, reestablish and reconcile after the minute misunderstanding. As that made me happy, here is your Ate Jazel and the problem with her lovelife. Now after Ate Nikki and Ate Jea, and before you, I spent my time lavishing Ate Jazel as if she were my daughter. That is the reason why she calls me and Daddy "Mommy" and "Daddy". I am not angry with her but I just hate what the "men in her life" are doing to her. I don't want to comment anymore. I'll leave it to words when I see her soon in Cavite and those men better hide, or else...well, you get the idea. Other than that, I spent sometime to add a Facebook LIKE button from Blogspot and it will appear when readers will view the blog.
You have new clothes, thanks to Mamala. When she dressed you up with this red-and-white
checks, you gestured to go down to the cafe, saying "poshe" to pose for my camera. You didn't pose but it was a good way to lure Mamala to get you to bother me. But you weren't a bother, you were just a little too insistent for the whole cafe to bear your screaming of "Meemeen Meemen" to watch me play PET SOCIETY. You also told me, pointing at your dress that when Nahnang sees it, she will say "Hi" to you. Your words exactly, "Nahnang desh. Hi baby!" and even changed your voice to mimic Nahnang's pitch as it goes up when she speaks to you.ACCORDING TO MAMALA:
You sang the song "Maria Clara". I really don't what that is. Don't get me wrong, I know who Maria Clara is but I haven't been recently updated since we don't have local channels, so I can only nod and appreciate the idea that you can sing to anything. She also said that when Nohnong came to greet you, you gave him the cold shoulder and that "sidelong glance". Hahah! Nohnong loves you as everyone, he even said "Good girl" when he heard that you drank and finished three bottles of milk today. That was on our way home where you also insisted that Mcky D's is "Jabee" too, saying "Jabee, 'Do, nanam". You must have tried to convince us that wherever there is food, be it McDonald's or Jollibee, it's still "Jabee". Ok. Hahahah!
Well, as usual you wouldn't hit the sack when I would have wanted a precious eye shut. You had
too much energy going on. When we arrived, you took your Cars slip-ons
, wore them on and if that didn't fancy you, you banged them together like gloves in your hands just so they would light up. That's what they do, which you like the most, they light up. Anyways. I watched STRANGER THAN FICTION for myself while I left your in own devices. Once in a while I would catch you play "Mommy" with Crookshanks as you pretended with it how I usually tell you quietly off at night if you didn't want to sleep. I heard you say "Goodnight" to Crookshanks, being as it was the only audible and discernible sound, which was followed by mutters and you lying down on your pillow with your hand hiding your face. Then you would do it again and it was there that it came to me that you were acting as I would tell you "You don't want to sleep? Bahala ka. I will sleep now." and then pretend to sleep. Hahah! I didn't say anything about it and smiled about it to myself inwardly. Soon you got tired of being "Mommy" to Crookshanks so decided to play "Mommy" to Yayt, our cat lamp. You swayed it in your embrace as I would when I lull you to sleep in my arms. You improvised by singing Yayt a lullaby of your own "Bee bee bee bee Yayt. Bee bee bee bee Yayt. Meemeen." Your words exactly. I should have taken a video!
JaMOVIE: Pan's Labyrinth (with English Subtitles) FOUR STARSI am sorry, this wasn't a movie for you. I had thought so and I am terribly sorry. But it was a nice story and I had to talk you throughout the movie so you wouldn't feel afraid. I didn't want to continue it but we didn't have a choice. It's not that it is child unfriendly in a sense of it being filled with paranormal fiends but because it was rapt with human violence. It was graphic. I soon found myself immersed than you were, playing with your books rather listlessly about the movie. It's a Spanish film and it brings two stories together, fantasy and reality. Remember when Daddy told me that I should fear people more of their capacities of evil than fear the third kind of their possible evils? This story just echoes Daddy's words. Here was Spain in the middle of a war with revolutionaries and then here was a little girl Ofelia in a quest of finding herself back into the enchanted world she once lived in so long ago. It's called Pan's Labyrinth as Ofelia is brought to a labyrinth, where dwells a Faun. Ofelia happens to
be connected to the war as her mother remarries the bloodthirsty Spanish captain, carrying his son. It's just gruesome but whoever has the endurance to withstand (censored) bloodshed will surely not be disappointed of the ending. Thanks to Ice Cream flavored OREOS, you didn't fuss much unless Pan came up with his creepy tree-like raspy bass.JAMantic of the Day:
To divert you from the graphic images of Pan's Labyrinth, I had your ride my legs, hoisting you up and down with it. You're quite heavy though you don't look it and it gets tiring on the legs to lift you up and down. So I said, "Last one, Kitten please?" and you nodded your head, put your hand up for "one" and said "Lats." I also feel ashamed how you had to remind me to say goodnight to Daddy after we finished praying. You said, "Daddy?" as if to tell me "What about Daddy?". Thank you!
Your Mommy,
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