Motherhood is an oxymoron. It makes you happy tired. The moment those babies start popping, there’s no turning back.
Every day, I get headaches from all the mess in the house. The sound pressure my voice becomes noise from my speeches about putting back toys to its proper places, arranging books, and sweeping the floor.Continue reading“Motherhood and the guinea pig tread wheel”
I have long accepted that as a mother, I can be friendly to my children but I won’t always be their friend.
Otherwise, they will just see me as fun Mommy and not the Mommy who can discipline them when they’re out of bounds.Continue reading“Conversations with Nicholas Louis”
In my previous post, I wrote about the importance of reading to your children at least 10 minutes everyday and letting your children catch you reading. On a Wednesday afternoon, after I let them sit on one chair at our unfinished starter library, Nick and Toni picked a copy of this book entitled “Pag-abot ni Kolor sa Lungsod” (When Color Came to Town) and started “reading”. I guess this is what we get after one year of exposing our children to books. Nope, these aren’t fake or staged. These are real photos of them holding the book, sharing the book, and “reading” it.
Written and published on January 27, Tuesday at 7:03 p.m. Paris Time.
It was freezing cold today but we went out anyway and toured Paris Disneyland and Walt Disney Studios – both located about 10 minutes from our townhouse.
There were three rides I liked the most – (1) Pirates of the Caribbean; (2) Phantom Manor; and (3) Big Thunder Mountain. Yep, arranged according to preference. Why? Because of the following criteria: attention to details, spontaneity, element of surprise, space and face. All three are located near each other. We were there from 10 a.m. (the time when the park opened) and left around 5:00 p.m. We were just so hungry and the only restaurants opened was a burger-and-fries joint that serve horrible burger and fries. And we are talking about spending in Euros here. While Jeff was not doing the conversion game, I was at it with much gusto. By now, I have mastered my estimates of euro-to-dollar calculations.
Before we left, I dragged Jeff to go inside Sleeping Beauty Castle with me. I know he would not refuse because it did not involve any thrill ride (he wholeheartedly refused taking Space Mountain and Indiana Jones). Inside the castle, we were treated to this visual storytelling of Sleeping Beauty’s story. Story is in French.
And they live happily ever after…
On Main Street USA, I found this store.
Back home, I am comforted with a working internet connection and Jeff cooking dinner. It’s not 7:58 p.m. in Paris and we are about to eat our first real meal of the day.
I saw the Eiffel Tower the other day onboard the bus but we are going to climb it tomorrow (January 28). Getting my thermal jacket ready!
Love from Paris.
Jeff has been nothing but supportive in my storytelling and reading activities even before we got married and had Nicholas and Antoinette. Here is his generous essay about me in relation to my new baby, The Reading Ruffolos.
