The Boy turned a month old!

Technically on the 16th. But I've been too busy.

One month of baby love. There's been nothing but joy.

And sleepless nights.

And leaky boobs.

And the occasional disappointed baby from unmet concern.

And the staring strangers at the sudden public boob exposition.

And the frustrated mommy who couldn't figure out that he just needed a change.

The "Poop" face

This month really has been about change. No wonder people declare their children royalty. "My little princess", one facebook friend calls her totling. She forgets to sign out with her own new title: the groveling slave. Chris and I, former anarchists, are now the willing servants to this little dictator.

Happy Martyr's Day

My first mother's, and the one who's supposed to greet me is oblivious and completely unconcerned. As long as he's fed, he doesn't have a care in the world.

And I, food receptacle, looked to the partner to honor my day by helping me tidy up. He took advantage of the AC and comforters of the swanky condo and turned his back on me. T_T

And then his own mother arrived and he started doing the dishes.

This, this is probably the essence of motherhood - we bleed ourselves for their every comfort, and then when they come of age, we use this to blackmail them into accomplishing things for themselves.

With this thought in mind, I took a video of Daddy Creature changing Lay's nappies. I didn't expect he'd take such a long time with it, but he took 7 minutes changing that particular nappy. OC daddy is oc. I was going to upload it for mother's day, shooting two birds with one stone (daddy porn + future blackmail for Malaya), but the cinematographer wasn't happy with my shot and wouldn't sign the talent release form. Hahay showbiz.

The Boy is 3 Weeks Old!

The Kraken is finally in Cebu.

By some act of sorcery, we're staying at this swanky condo for a couple of days. This place has a loft and an incredible view of fuente circle and the capitol. I want to copypaste this unit, build it as a house in the mountains, and fill it with books.

Malaya: This view is perfect for megalomanic musings.

The first day we arrived, he was uncharacteristically cranky around the fawning paternal side of his family. Considering how wide-eyed he was at the beginning of the day, Chris and I figured he was just overstimulated.

And then for the next batch of visitors, he opened his eyes every now and then to satiate them with gurgling and all-around cuteness, and then would fall asleep. So I think he's starting to get the hang of crowds.

Ninang Gani, updating the presumed reincarnate on the world's latest technological advances

Then again, this crowd has been nothing but adoring, so I don't think he's ready for the tomato-throwing kind yet.

Born to be wild

That cursed heplock was finally removed this afternoon. That means, Laya gets to go back to the motherland of Cebu tomorrow evening!

That also means Lola's house menagerie becomes one animal less tomorrow.

Let's say goodbye to the other animals.

This week, the house's mouser gave birth to her first litter. Goodbye three little kittens!

2 Week Old Malaya (warning: slightly ranty)

He was supposed to be due this week. Instead he's on antibiotics for pneumonia he doesn't even have anymore.

We came home last night, after 3 days of hospital stay. There's still a needle in Laya's foot, where the antibiotics are to be fed until Saturday, and then he's home free.

The kid was pierced 2 more times after my last post. The second IV came out because he kept squirming. We didn't know it was dislodged for a time because he kept silent. A nurse came to take it out and left to get someone else to reinsert the IV. Meanwhile, Malaya was cheerful, with a naughty glint in his eye. As if he'd removed the IV on purpose.

When the people came to insert the needle into his leg, I was without escape. He wanted to feed. I asked the people if I could feed him through it. One of the nurses said he might choke on his milk. I asked to feed him before they insert the needle then. They said their shift had just ended and they needed to leave.