A quick pick me up

Mommy: Nak, photoshoot ta na. Malaya: So that Lola can steal and post the photos on facebook again? 'Kay.

Hodor's Day

The boy said daddy this morning! Chris and I looked at each other when it happened. It was the strangest thing. (Although he probably was really just saying "dagee" which is a combination of the two syllables he enunciates the most when he complains about being flat on his back)

Had my father been alive today, le partner might not have been celebrating. Not that my daddy wouldn't have approved of you, it's just that your effect on my life significantly prevents me from fulfilling any marriage arrangements he might have made before I was born you aren't Indian.

Home Sweet Home (Updates and a Feature!)

If I haven't posted anything, it's because things are kinda chaotic right now.

Before anything else though, Offbeat Families published Malaya's birth story the other day!

Overexcited Nanay shared the post, despite having been told off by her peers at the interlocal health zone, after people from our town assumed the waterbirth was a service the local hospital was giving now.

We're back home now. The paint fumes are gone, and the house isn't covered in cat dander anymore. The fire tree outside is in full bloom, with fallen flowers on our pathway like a red carpet for the boy.

Instead of tentacles, this is what Chris did to the vents for the AC:

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!

Here Comes The Sun

Lola D: What changes happened to you today Nanak?
Mommy: Diaper Changes.
Daddy: Lots of them

@.@

The little charmer is a poop machine. Chris says it's silly for anyone to hoist guilt on their kids for the millions of nappy changes. When you're this cute, caring is a COMPULSION.

It's also hard to resent him for sleepless nights, because he doesn't cry. He opens his mouth noiselessly moving his tongue around for food. He squirms and stretches when he feels like pooping. He gets riled up over the urge to pee, turning red all over. He goes to sleep without much ceremony. When he isn't sleepy hungry or poopy, he lies there, eyes wide open, silently glancing around the room. But he doesn't cry.

He laughs though. He smiles and opens his mouth wide, his body shaking. What do newborns find funny? Who knows. There is just too much joy from this kid. I refuse to believe it's just gas.

The Beatles' "Here comes the sun" was one of the songs in my birthing playlist. This boy is my Sun card indeed.

1 Week Old Malaya

Breastfeeding isn't as painful anymore. My angle was all wrong. It still hurts, specially when he clamps onto the nipple faster than I can get all of it in. Props to Ninong Jerome for linking me to the La Leche League Website. xD

No serene nursing photos for juu. At least not yet.

Chris and I ran out of clothes yesterday. Chris just packed light, while I didn't have too many shitproof/breastfeeding friendly clothes. Lola Diana suggested we leave the baby in her airconditioned office while we go Ukay-ukay crazy.

Spell separation anxiety. >.<

Gratuitious Photos of the Day

Malaya's second day out the uterus. Photos by Daddy Chris.

Malaya's a sweetheart. He's relatively well behaved, he cries for obvious reasons and stops immediately after the concern is met.