A tita texted me asking if Wendy could be one of the flower girls in a wedding she was organizing. I told her no problem with me, but I’d have to ask Wendy first.

Wendy’s reply?

“Ayoko na Mama. I’m already TOOOOO old to be a flower girl!!!” [emphasis on the too]

Sniff sniff!

So soon? Girl, you’re only nine! If I had my way, I’d still be a flower girl!

I turn nostalgic when I see these pictures. After all, aren’t we moms proud when our little girls walk the aisle wearing those cute dresses and carrying bouquets of flowers?

Probably Wendy’s last appearance as a flower girl: at my sister’s wedding last June 20, 2009

In reality, Wendy isn’t really into those flower girl stuff (she considers herself more boyish than girlish). She is actually living out my dream, after all I’ve been a flower girl only twice in my entire life! Yung isa pa doon sa yaya ko, and I fell out of a chair pa! Not one of my fondest memories. So I take my joy in watching Wendy being a flower girl. She’s been a flower girl more than a dozen times, half of which I forced her. He he! But she sometimes admits she enjoys being a flower girl too, especially if she knows her co-flower girls.

But now, an era has ended. Such a sad day indeed.

I’m referring to the cuteness (*ahem*).

You want proof?

This is my [only] niece Yshy (Alisha Francine)

*****

“Piglet” flanked by Tigger and Pooh.

*****

No hair yet at 5 months! We’re all waiting for her hair to grow…

*****

“What will I be when I grow up?”

****

Cute! [Oh yes, I'm a girl!]

*****

The star takes a rest.

[Oh the things parents do to their kids! He! He!]

Isn’t she as cute as her aunt [that means me]?

Pagbigyan nyo na ako. He he!

Happy Sunday everyone!

Christmas 2009

Dear Santa Claus,

I really, really, really want a Bratz Beauty Doll and a Baby Alive. But kung hindi nyo kaya gawin o bilhin ang mga wish ko, ok lang. Kung hindi nyo na lang po kaya, wish ko na lang po walang maging bad sa amin at lahat kami maging happy. Thank you!

Wendy

Gosh! It’s so hard to be Santa!

**********

PS, It’s great to be back, although I feel super bitin ang bakasyon! Will make kwento soon! And I do hope to visit your sites soon also!

Anyway, I would like to remind you guys that you have around 5 days to submit your entries to my contest! Allow me to be Santa Claus for a while and do join!!!

It was my first field trip since first year college [years ago], and although I was just Wendy’s “guardian” for the day, I felt like a young giggly student excited for a day of fun.

Do you remember how it was when you were in school? Field trip = fun!

It was educational, yes; after all, it takes very little to amaze me. In fact, when we went to a toothpaste factory, I was like, “WoW!” all the time [this coming from an adult whose two favorite shows in Discovery Channel are How It's Made and How Do They Do It].  I was like one of the kids, and I saw the trip in the eyes of a kid!

But for some part, I busied myself by observing the parents. Oh boy, how entertaining it was [as entertaining as the puppet show we watched]!

• You will see two kinds of parents, those who make buntot their kids and those who let their kids loose. Ok, we can add a third one: those in the middle.
• I don’t [and will never] understand mothers who make porma during inappropriate times, like field trips. Imagine super tight jeans [ok, I get that] with matching see-through blouse and five-inch-heel wedges PLUS very big hoop earrings and bangles that cover almost the whole arm and a very made-up face with todo hairstlye pa, as if nag-paparlor pa! Ok, I’m exaggerating, but you get the point! Hello, this is a field trip, not a party!  My officemate told me na baka it just her normal get-up daw. Parang hindi…
• Of course, there will be those parents who want their kids to be in front and on top of everything, literally pushing their kids in “front” [you get what I mean]. And what’s more, some parents want to be on top of everything, even on top of the students themselves! Bibbo parents kung baga! He! He!
• I don’t know if it’s only in Wendy’s class, but the mothers of the most magulo boys are the nicest and meekest. Bakit kaya?
  
• You could be disappointed in some parents. In one of the souvenir shops, there was this long line at the cashier when I noticed one mother pushing her daughter discretely at the front! With my experiences in people cutting lines, I had to glare and stare at the mother, to no effect, and they got away unscathed. Mostly, I pitied the child, she is being led to believe that cutting in lines is right. At another instance, cameras were asked to be turned off and that taking pictures were absolutely not allowed in viewing a short movie. But at some point, we saw a flash. What the hell? Weren’t the instructions clear enough? Or maybe the parent can’t read [or, better, can't comprehend]? Wendy [yes, the shy girl] was brave this time to sum how the other parents must have felt and shouted loud enough for everyone to hear, “Hala, may nagpicture! Bawal nga eh!” No culprit was caught. I was left wondering, what is wrong with parents nowadays [yes, I'm not perfect, so I can include myself in this question]? Remember the commercial, “Ang maling ginagawa ng matanda ay nagiging tama sa mata ng bata”? This so true! So please, let’s all keep this in mind!

Haay…put together some 100 parents and you get a mix of personalities!

Anyway, the field trip was fun. Wendy and I were dead tired at the end, but we had fun. Plus, we had lots of leftover baon! Yehey!

Too bad, no more field trip for me next year…