28 November 2011

Brag Book Giveaway!

We are all beyond proud of our earthlings. We love their individuality, their unique style and the sometimes out of this world fashion statements they make. An earthling can always over accessorize, never mismatches and gets away with the funkiest combinations. 


Mom Exchange and Mothering Earthlings are giving you the opportunity to brag just how unique your little ones are right along with us. Not only can you shamelessly brag about your earthlings, we’ll reward you for it.

All you have to do is log in Mom Exchange and upload your pictures.  You can find detailed instructions here.

The most out of this world earthlings wins a T-Shirts from Googoo & Gaga and In the Crib, Proud Mama Funky Tubes and a tub of Indigo Baby Sun Is Shinning.

23 November 2011


The pool of balls  is always a big hit with Aiden.  It's sort of his chill spot in the crazy indoor parks where the kids seems to as high as people in a 1996 rave.  The mere though of the ball pool must have OC Mom In Manila  freaking out.  They probably don't clean every single one of those balls.  Ever.  But I'll take fun, smiles and an early bedtime any day.

21 November 2011

Party Pooper Alert

It's that time of the year when I get that strange feeling, that overwhelming desire to give the Grinch a call.  Manila needs to tone down the holidays a notch or two or ten.  Christmas in this country gets ridiculous with a personal shopping lists of over 100, carols in the malls on the first of September, neighbors taking down their Halloween decor and putting up the Christmas lights in the same day, a total bazaar overload, an absurd number of Christmas lunches, dinners and parties to go to, and the inevitable gridlock of traffic it all brings. 

Yes folks, I'm a big fat Scrooge.  Christmas is only fun when you're a kid with all the toys or when you are a teenager that gets a long school break.  But once you are an adult it should be illegal to go around making such a big deal of the hype, the presents and the Christmas party dance excesses of decadence, food and booze.  I think that we all too often forget what Christmas is supposed to be about and overkill the whole merry making bit.    

Even Gael and Aiden get caught up in all the commercial crap that goes along with the season.  As soon as the first neighbor puts up the Christmas whatever, the boys start with the nagging/annoying/pressuring.  When will we put up our decoration?  We counted and there are 17 houses that have decorated.  It seems every home we go to has Christmas carols to play.  Of course I have none.  With school in the equation, the Christmas list gets even longer.  I don't ever remember giving every single classmate a present but apparently these days you do.  This makes me even Grinchier than ever, especially since the gifts are far from thought out presents from one friend to another.  If only the boys didn't get upset or feel out of place, I wouldn't buy any classmate (and many others) a gift.  The amount of presents they receive is absolutely nuts.  They each get something from my friends, my cousins, my uncles and aunts, my siblings plus the grandparents.  It all adds up to a tower taller than they are.  I kid you not.  Opening them is a total frenzy.  If a child would ever have a moment of temporary insanity, this would be it.  Pretty much like the worst sugar rush on steroids.  Half the loot I keep in storage and take out as needed throughout the year.

The holidays are always tricky for a Scrooge Mama like me.  I am so not into it but I don't exactly want to ruin the Christmas of the earthlings.  If anyone is supposed to have fun at this time of the year it is them.  I may be Grinchy but I do remember how much fun Christmas was when I was a kid and I guess it is their turn.  I want a more balanced version of things though.  Sure they can get gifts but with gratitude, they can give gifts but out of affection and not obligation.  Just the other day I was discussing this exact issue with a couple of my good friends who are the hugest brats I know.  They were bratty when we were twelve and they are bratty at 37.  The bratinellas themselves were worried that their own kids would get everything they ever wanted, feel as entitled as they did and be as bratty as they are.

Can you guess how many times I have to roll my eyes and bite my tongue these days? But I make a compromise every year, just so that the earthlings don't look back and think I made them have the worst Christmases ever.  For only 25 days in a year, I will be jolly and merry, Santa believing and gift wrapping, heck I'll even Ho! Ho! Ho! if they want me to.  Twenty five days.  That's not too much, it's doable.  So come December 1st I will put up the tree, sing some carols with the earthlings, wrap the shitload of presents and do all the Christmas crap stuff I have to do. 

14 November 2011


While I was getting dressed the other day the earthlings were hanging around bugging the hell out of me.  They poked around, made Angry Birds slingshots with my bras, brushed their hair with my blush brush, ran races in my heels, synchronized booger picking in front of the mirror.  You know the usual lets make mama so crazy she'll bribe us with ice cream in front of the TV to leave her alone moment.  So crazy I got and bribing I went.

But I am getting ahead of myself.  Between the bra slings and the boogers something in my closet caught Gael's eye.  A beaded, elastic belt with a wooden buckle that my mom got me.  I have three of them but the bronze one was the one he pulled out.  WOW!  Mama, what is this? Where did you get it?  He was a tad disappointed it wasn't a pirate's treasure I found buried on a deserted island but that didn't stop him from examining it.  He took it with him around for the rest of the afternoon figuring out the seemingly strange contraption.

The next morning he was still holding on to the shimmy accessory.  He took it down to breakfast, he refused to let Aiden touch it, he laid it next to him on the desk while he did his homework, it was his sidekick for the rest of the morning.  Close to lunch he runs up to me with a light bulb over his head and the biggest smile.  He asks if he can have the belt.  Sure! Heck if my son is confident and secure enough to wear a beaded belt then he deserves it.  Still I couldn't help but asking what exactly he would do with it.  I'm going to give to my wife when I grow up.  

07 November 2011

Penguin Mama

I constantly have random people telling me something related to these flightless birds for Aiden.  I saw penguin popsicles at the grocery.  Have you seen the bucket of penguins at Toys R' Us?  There are these Christmas penguins dancing in an snowing umbrella at SM.  You guys should go see Mr. Popper's Penguins.  I got Aiden a penguin costume for Halloween.  The penguins are coming to Manila Ocean Park!  I have been demoted from earthlings mama to penguin mama?

04 November 2011

The Joy of Boys 7

These days nothing amuses the earthlings more than something STINKY.  I am not sure if it is their age or the mere fact that they belong to male species that induces this 1990s Jim Carrey sort of humor.  They kick off their shoes, smell their socks and scrunch up their noses.  This is the prelude to ripping off their socks, smelling their toes and announcing that they have stinky socks and even stinkier feet.  Too much information even for me, their mother. 

Let me remind you that I have to live with these boys eating their boogers and never lifting the toilet seat.  Blocking out the disgusting can come pretty easy to me but I have to draw the line somewhere.  Apparently smelling their socks and feet isn't bad enough, they want me to smell them as well.  There is no way in hell I am taking part of the grossfest that is smelling feet and socks.  Why not join in on the fun, is what they must be thinking.  Do you want me to barf on your feet, is what I should be asking them.  It doesn't even matter if they have smelly feet or not, if you aren't a little baby I do not want to smell your feet.  And waving your socks at my face will just put you on my shit list for ruining my day.  So don't even try it, just throw the damn socks in the hamper.

To make things worse their friends think it's hilarious.  Not only do they laugh their asses off they actually take a whiff of the frigging socks.  Just when I thought they couldn't possibly get any grosser, they actually up the nasty factor even more.