it is not about me this time. it is about who makes me who i am.
Son talks about the baby…
anak. naalala mo pa ba nung panahon na mukha ka pang itlog ng pugo?
(son. do you remember the time when you looked like a quail egg?)
My son playing violin for the first time!
July 7, 2010
His first lesson. He came home and played for me. ♥
Most Thursday afternoons, after school, you’ll find my son by Hacienda Sta. Elena Lake fishing with his boy classmates. He enjoys fishing, but only caught a fish (black bass) once. Haha! It teaches him patience :)
This is pretty much the ambience we’ve been basking in for the past 3 years. We wake up at Tagaytay with birds chirping and with fog rolling in. I visit him at school more often than normal (too often, in fact) and we enjoy more birds, interesting insects, fresh air and grand view of Mt. Makiling.
Yes, I believe we are officially de-urbanized :)
Super fast forward to today. September 2011.
Son is now 11. Handsome. Notoriously sweet. Athletic. Imaginative. And yes, circumcised.
Eats mostly healthy food. Gone are the hotdog, tocino, ulam-burger days. Fave food are: Banana bread, eggpie, yoghurt, fresh milk, apples and… 7-Eleven Soft Ice Cream! LOL!
son’s first solid meal.
sadly, ignorant mom fed him Milupa instead of real vegetables.
tweety bird bib/spoon courtesy of our friend/neighbor.
my son was born at the time when the “digital era” was just a little pus. hence, photos are from a decade-old, real-life, dust-collecting, album. we didn’t have digital camera back then and internet social life (beyond chat rooms and forums) was just an idea, forgive my scrapbook-y photos.
and no. i am NOT going to upload 12 years worth of photos.