Caleb started his summer school yesterday. I was actually expecting a playschool kind of learning and environment, but since there are only 2 of them in their age bracket, the teachers decided to let them join the bigger kids, ages 2-3. So instead of having them to just play and run around, they are made to watch, color, and they are also taught how to write letters.
I take it as an advantage on our part though and I am just so thankful that Caleb likes learning new things.
Have you ever told yourself before that you would never let your children use gadgets until a certain age?
I used to say that I wouldn’t let Caleb use gadgets until he’s old enough, but I end up giving in anyway just so I could get some rest or get chores done at home, and also when we’re out of the house and that’s the only way to make him stay put. Don’t get me wrong though because I make sure I limit his time in using them and I still try other ways to make him stay in one place when we’re out somewhere; I bring toys, at least one book, and his sketchpad and crayons, but sometimes, he just really likes to go and run around which can get really tiring.
So instead of using gadgets the whole day, in the morning, I let him swim in his little inflatable pool and we take a walk at the park in the afternoon – if not everyday, at least a few times a week. That way, both of us won’t get bored and stuck at home, and both of us would be gadget free (except of course for my camera which I use to take photos of him).
I love seeing him run freely without me worrying whether he’ll trip or bump his head somewhere. (Yes, I am pretty over protective when it comes to him!)
So here are a few photos of him this week:
Here are photos of us at the park taken by my cousin:
And this is her, the girl behind our photos:
Instead of getting chores done early in the morning, I can’t help but just stare, smile, and thank God for this little angel.
Growing up, I was taught never to deprive myself with what I want especially if I know I deserve it. So today, I rewarded myself with a Fujifilm X-T10. It’ll probably serve as an advance gift to myself for all the occasions this year.
I’ve wanted this camera since last year, but I had to save up for it first. This year, Fujifilm just released its upgraded model, the X-T20. As much as I wanted to get the latest model, I only have enough for what I actually saved up for so I had to settle for the X-T10. No regrets though. While I was playing with it earlier, I knew it is worth the wait and worth every penny.
To more photowalks and photoshoots with my little angel!
I may want to do so many things in life, but i’d rather watch you grow and celebrate with you your every milestone.
I know i’ll catch up with myself eventually.
A year and a half ago, I gave birth to this little angel.
Oh, where have the months gone?
I wrote this a year ago in my old blog which I’m thinking whether I should delete or not. It may be a year old but it is still exactly how I feel:
As a first time mom, I am new with everything: from nursing, to changing diapers, to feeding, name it. But I wanted to be independent. I wanted to learn on my own and explore motherhood with just both my husband and son. So as much as my parents would want us to stay at their place, I decided that it would be best for us to move out so my husband and I could adjust to parenthood.
Was I scared at first? Of course. I still am and I don’t think being scared will ever go away, but seeing my son clinging on me so much, not wanting me to be away from him for a long time, I know i’m doing things right, at least for us.
I used to think being a mom, especially to infants, was easy, because they’re still too small and not to mention, cute, to cause any trouble. I WAS WRONG. They may look cute and they may seem harmless, but they will definitely cause you sleepless nights for months. Or i don’t know, maybe even years, Or forever, as they grow. During my first few weeks after giving birth, I had a hard time moving that I sometimes had to wake my husband up to help me clean up the baby or to put him back to sleep. Gosh, those first few weeks were the hardest. Those were the times my little one would cry and stay awake at night. I kind of memorized his sleeping pattern then, to a point that I would get worried if he didn’t wake up on time.
As he grows older, I get to enjoy him more. Seeing him progress day by day, seeing his every firsts – he makes me very proud. Reminiscing the days he used to be small and fragile, looking at him now at 7 months, sometimes I get emotional and feel as if he was never that small.
I just love every bit of him so much and I just hope he feels it.