Office Stress

As a working mom for 10 years now, I tried the best way I could to make motherhood as the first priority and not as a choice. With the 3 boys now growing rapidly, adjustment is always a key word. When Abi was still an infant, Bien as a toddler and John Dale as the only schooler, by heart I know who among the kids need me for a particular time.

Tips for Picky Eater

If I can't be superwoman, at least I want to be a supermother. Well, that is my 101% goal. Like mentioned many times in forums, seminars and encounters, a woman is accepted to fail in other areas but not as being a mother. True!
As a working mother, I see to it that I got all covered before I go to bed - grocery stock, food for lunch and dinner, snacks, a little of housekeeping and feeding bottles.
Having picky eaters in the family is not new to me. I myself is a picky eater and I don't see being a mother as an excuse to swallow grasses and trash for lunch or dinner. I just can't, please! So for the benefits of all mothers out there, here are some tips on how deal with picky eaters:
A healthy balanced diet provides your kid with all the vitamins and nutrients that he needs to grow, but sometimes it can be hard to achieve.
Keep calm and offer your kid nutritious foods, but let him decide how much he will eat. Be confident that he knows better than you how much food is enough for him.
Keep to regular meal and snack times. Offer three regular meals and two or three small nutritious snacks. Examples of nutritious snacks are: • fruit • egg sandwich and cheeses• yoghurt with berries or fruit slices • a small sandwich ( chicken, egg, ham, bacon) • fruit and milk smoothie • pancake or puddings.
It's a good idea to avoid giving your kid a main meal just before he is due to have a nap, as he is likely to be too tired to eat. Give him a small snack or drink instead and a meal when he wakes up. Snacks which are evenly spaced between meals will help to avoid the frustrations of being over-hungry. Make meals interesting and fun. Always give both main dish and sweet course with main meals. This gives your kid two opportunities to consume nutrients, and increases the variety of foods your kid is eating.Eat with your kid as often as possible and eat the nutritious foods that you want your kid to eat. Kids learn to like foods by trying them but will often only try new foods that they see other people eating. Kids have individual tastes for the flavour and texture of foods. Some like their food bathed in sauces, while others prefer it dry. Some like every food to be kept separate from the others on the plate. Many kids do not like stringy meat or foods that are difficult to chew. Respect your kid's preferences but don't cook him a completely separate meal. Always offer the same foods that everyone else is eating whenever you can, but make sure at least one of the foods is something you know that he likes. Ask his preferences.
Each day, offer a variety of foods from the four nutritious food groups:
1. Starchy foods (carbohydrates) Offer these at every meal and some snack times. They include breakfast cereals, pasta, rice, potatoes, sweet potatoes, and any foods made from flour such as bread, crackers, and pancakes.
2. Fruit and vegetables Kids may take some time to learn to eat a wide variety of these, particularly vegetables. Keep offering them at each meal so that your kid learns that they are always part of a normal meal. Fruits are often more popular - cut them into finger foods to make them easier to eat and always include fruit as part of the meal.
3. High iron and high protein foods Offer these at two to three meals each day. They include meat, fish, eggs, nuts and pulses. Pulses are foods like kidney beans, chickpeas, lentils. Offer soft, tender cuts of meat as some kids find hard chewy meats challenging.
4. Milk, cheese and yogurt Offer your kid these foods about three times a day. Dairy products provide plenty of calcium for growing bones but they are quite low in iron.
** Limit excess sugar and junk foods because this may affect his appetite.
** Meals should be relaxing , fun and pleasant. Don't nag you child on what to eat.
** Get your child involved in food shopping and preparation and teach them the benefits of eating nutritious foods.
** When introducing new foods, serve them at least 5 different times before giving up. Don't take his first "NO" for his final answer.
Picky eaters are hard to deal with even for a stay home mother so what more for a working mother like me. Secret is having all these things planned out. Be sure to organized all the motherly activities for a stress-free everyday with your family.

Manny Pacquiao is Dead

Yes, you heard it right.


Manny, the Pacman, is now dead. With more than $12M winning from his recent fight with Ricky Hit(at the jaw)man Hatton, Manny is now dead rich!!!


Wow, that's a lot of money. Based on statistics, beating Hatton on the second round, total of 110 minutes, Manny earned P5.4M every minute. Whew! If you are Manny, you would probably join the politics because of lack of something to do. He might be bored by the time he joins the office singing his Lito Camo composed songs or might be tired of having these litch politicians following him around. If you cant beat them, join them. Hahahahaha. So maybe, just maybe, he wants to be entertained with the left and right word wars of these corrupt politicians - trying to earn as much as $12m from the government funds.


Manny might also be dead serious on his decision of joining again the election. He might be a good candidate for a non-corrupt government official. Everybody knows he has enough...


Not too sure if someone will bump into this blog to read my advise to him but anyway...


If he really is willing to help Saranggani (his place of residence now), he might as well be serious of equipping himself with the ins and outs of law making (even he has people to do it) so he wont look and sound stupid during legislations etc.


That's all folks. The household indeed enjoyed the fight. Mama watched it from the beginning until the endless replays on every channel. I even cooked earlier than usual so I wouldnt be disturbed during the fight. But as a mother to all three boys, I wouldnt want to see my kids like money. I dont care about the $12M.

As We Walk The Way To The Ladder


No, this post is not some kind of metaphor about success or making one's way up.
Literally, this is about our day with so much ladder involved.
It has been months that Mama insist on accompanying her to the Senior Citizen's Office to get her new booklet and to be able to visit her politician friends - Coun. Jun Ferrer. She is relatively close to this public official, not only she gets to seek professional advice but also because he actually is generous. He also visits the house from time to time whenever he is nearby or just making the routinary house to house visits. Unfortunately both of us were new to the newly renovated QC Hall so we really exerted so much effort on going from one office to another. Mama can hardly move with her "saklay" - a wooden structure that helps her walk and move around a bit. I was so tired. And I haven's slept so that made it worse.
John Dale was with us as I cannot live without having one son around except when I am going to the office. It was a tiring day (I was knocked out after having our lunch) but I must admit it's all worth it. I was able to give in to Mama's wish and that's all that matters.
The picture above by the way, is one of their latest. The 3 boys are fan of Naruto which they were imitating in that pose.
As of this writing, I am already a member of the emailcashpro - an internet-aid advertisement which pays for every email of your interest you read. I don't think it pays much but I can start from there.
God bless!

Drug Addicts


Not too sure if it was lack of sleep or what they called as post-partum syndrome.


I think it was Wednesday when I was awaken by Abi (Sensui), asking me where I was hurting. I was already sitting on the bed when the reality sinked in. I was crying heavily like a cow. When literally I was seeing clearly as the tears had gone dry, I remembered I had dream. A very bad dream...


"...I pushed John Dale and Bien's head to the wall and began pounding their heads against the hard side of the house. They didnt feel anything at all. Their heads were all bleeding already but Bien was still smiling sheepishly. They were on drugs.At that exact age. Eight and three respectively. What went wrong? Why did it happen to my kids? Who did this? This is not what I dream for them...I did not ask anything but for them to be good boys...And now..."


That was when I started crying. Didnt realized I was already getting everybody's attention. When I was back on my old self, Mama, nephews and my kids were surrounding me. NiƱo was awaken too by the comotion. Everybody was asking the same question at the same time - what happened?


The picture of my dream is still vivid to me. Much more the pain seeing them like that in my dream. When I became a mother the first time, I was unexpectedly clueless of the ins and outs of motherhood. Growing old with the kids taught me a lot things in as a mother and as a person. Being a mother is simply loving them to the best any mother could give but allowing them to be what they want to be. And it would greatly hurt any mother in the world to see their kids opposite of what you wished them when they were still your...babies.

Make Money On Line-Is it true?

Believe me. I have read as much as any bookworm here on earth could read just to learn how to make money online. Guessed it right!This is the continuation of http://talesofayearningmother.blogspot.com/search/label/Making%20Money%20Online but I am, like you, still disappointed how things are going with this blogging thing. Like I mentioned in my previous posts, I am a mother of 3 boys, two are still bottle-fed and are on diaper day and night. So needless to say, that the moment I learned that mothers like me could actually make money online even I am just sitting in the comforts of our own home indeed thrilled me. To add to that excitement are comments from all over the globe on how much they have earned - with a scanned copy of the actual check.C'mon! Been in the blogging business since 2005 but I havent earned a single cent.

Tips are all over the net on how to increase the traffic volume, how to be indexed etc. I have actually followed some if not all of those tips with the hope that someday I will have a penny on the monetized tab. You see the problem here starts when you get disappointed and lose hope.

On the other hand, with surfing and reading, you just dont actually make money but earned knowledge. For some months now, my desire to put a business has becoming so intensed. There has been a lot of business potentials that me and my husband can actually go into. So maybe, that making money online is true.

Lets see.

Hibernation

No matter how you get used to working on graveyard shifts there will always be a tendency to crave for luring your bedsheets and most loved pillows. I was at our oven-heated home by 7am. It was routinary that I bring in newly baked pandesal (bread) for Mama and the kids. Otherwise, Mama would not speak to me the whole day. Not in the mood to face my husband, I left the table to sleep - it was already 9am then. Then the next thing I know, it was already 7pm. Whew! I slept for almost 10 hours. Maybe because of what happened, my subconsiousness wanted to take time off from the trauma and hibernated this day.

I felt energized. Energized enough to fix myself and hurried for work.

On the side, as I was taking in these carbs, I was having a disagreement with my good looking husband who wasn't able to go to work because he was heavily drunk.

Anyway...

Working for five months now as a system administrator for a call center company, my time management was designed to have ample time for the kids. At least, bathe and cook for them before I march towards the bed.By the time I am done, my "sleepy" mode is gone. So I would get off from the bed and do something else instead. I would usually end up cleaning the comfort room or scrubing the floor. Sometimes, if there's a new movie, I would drink coffee again while watching. So within this period, I barely had an eight-hour sleep.

So today was a new experience. This would probably my first complete (think it was even over) sleep.

Surprise!!!!

The realization was like a lightning that strucked me unguarded. It took me five minutes for truth to finally sinked in to my thick-head. Somebody stole (hand-picked) my cellphone from my favorite bag's side pocket!!! Whaaaaaaa....

As a mother to three boys and a daughter to my sick Mama (not to mention my two nephews as excess baggage), it is not simply easy to decide to buy this or buy that. Or go to this or go to that. Everything (I mean everything) is carefully studied and budgeted - even where to buy disposable diaper for the youngest.So for hard-earned gadgets like my cellphone to be just taken away with my conciousness all awake and in front of my own eyes was really traumatic and energy-consuming.

And the saddest part of this experience, it was not mine. It was bought for John Dale. It was actually his. Now, how will I tell my son about it????

Whaaaaaaaahhhhhhh....

Stage Mom Strikes Again

Ok,ok,ok...I was there when John Dale was circumcised. So? C'mon, I am her mother. I was there when Bien was circumcised too?!

And nobody touches moreso cuts any part of my son - over my dead body.

There, I was exaggerating.

Papa has to go to work. Well maybe he thought this milestone in his son's life was not a big deal for him...Or so I thought. Because he was at work but he kept on sending me text messages on how did "it" go...

Well, the "convince-me-more-Mama" stage was longer than the procedure itself. He even cried when the boy "on the table" shouted suddenly startling us all outside.

I figured he thought well about what I told him that even he had it at age 30, it will still be painful plus the shame he'll get of deciding way too late to be "baptized". With the help of doctor's explanation and conviction, the procedure went smoothly and peacefully. No arm-breaking struggle of all sort. He's brave deep inside, I am sure.

I know somebody out there is waiting what I made out of "make money online" thing...

Tomorrow will be the revelations!

A Yearning Mother Making Money Online - Introduction

At least once or twice I mentioned why I revived my "career" in blogging. Because I saw from one of the tv shows how to MAKE MONEY ONLINE by creating journal of my daily trips to office, faves and hang-ups or simply put blogging.

So day after I watched that show, I sneaked every now and then during office hours to write something - more often about the kids and their antics.

Almost everyday I have something to write about. That's how eager I am to make money online and to tell the world how is the everyday life of a working mother. You know, trying to balance work, parenting and sex (shy).

So what it brought me?

Opportunities, unlimited earnings and a secure future - just by making money online.

How? Will tell you on my next post...

Stage Mom Part 2

Being a mother to 3 boys, I am still thankful I am still sane...

As the eldest son, John Dale of course is the one I obviously always have the clearest conversation. Ok, I admit. I am stage mother. So what is wrong? Just this afternoon, he blurted out the question I was thinking for a couple of days now. For a very clear reason. I wouldnt be one of the hundreds of mother lining for the rainy audition if I didn't hope that my son would be in, right?!

"Mama, didn't I qualify for Going Bulilit audition?".

With a very understanding and supportive look of a mother, I looked at him and said, "Son, it's ok. You'll still have a lot in store for you". Then he smiled.

Well, as a mother, that's what we always want for our kids. For them not to be hurt emotionally or physically.


Note: To date, we really don't know what are the results yet.


He did not pass the audition.

Stage Mom

"Why are you crying?" Mama said.

I cleary recall my childhood drama. I would be wearing this 3 inch high-heel, would paint my face with make up residues of my cousin and would walk from end to end of our humble home singing and waving. Imitating the famous variety shows that time, I would thank the sponsors and the fans for watching my show. Then I would suddendly burst into tears staring at the picture of my grand-father I have never met. Mama would always caught me in that scene. Or after being scolded, I would go out in the field, seat by the rice paddy and watch the sunset while letting my tears flow freely onto my face.

Celebrity Actress! That's whatt I wanted to become when I was a kid. Aside from being a nun. How were they related? Dont ask me!

And so maybe that's why I discreetly encouraging my son John Dale to try his luck into show business. I would be the luckiest Mama seeing my kid on tv. The glitter of this industry, not to mention the fame and the money, is something that always amaze and challenge me. Hearing the success stories of well known personalities today who claim to be coming from humble beginnings, encourage me to never lose hope. There's no harm in trying, isnt it?!

Those were the reasons why last Friday, Apr. 4, 2009, straight from my night shift duty, we went to Abs-cbn compound to try the realization of our dreams. Around 730am, we were about the 501th applicant following the end tail of the line. Honestly, I never expected these number of aspirant that early. I am not a fan of umbrella so I dont carry it with me even it's raining hard or raving hot. After an hour or so, our dilemma began. It suddenly rained. I was soaking wet while I instructed John Dale to hide under those with umbrella. But rain or shine, I did not leave my spot. We were almost there c'mon.

Audition proper: He was asked to introduce himself just like I predicted and was asked to show off some of his talents. Well, while we were on the line, we heard anybody who would be qualified will be receiving a text message or a call from the production. And so did we. I was not disappointed.

As a mother and son, it was a bonding moment and a challenge that we successfully went through.

My Little Big Boy

He was just one day old in that picture. We were like having our first baby again after having John Dale alone for 5 years. The feeling was unexplainable. Papa said it was like heaven holding him so fragile in his arms. Bien came unplanned as usual but we thought we were more mature to have our 2nd.









And now, there he is. A little grown up man. Charming as he always is, he can be an angel and a little devil at the same time. He insists what he wants and can pursuade you with little effort to get things his way.
Two months ago, we started to notice a lump growing in his genital area. I didnt mind too much thinking it was something brought by kid's activities. First week of March, I brought him to a surgeon to seek some professional opinion. This was because he was starting to complain pain, he's losing weight and frequently vomitting just everything he takes into his mouth. He has hernia. An inborn condition. We were advised that he has to undergo a minor operation but since he's just 3 years old, it will be a general anesthesia. Last Mar. 15, we were admitted to the hospital. We were holding hands all the time. I was crying everytime he kissed me because I was afraid. Afraid he might come back to me...
But then God is good to me always. The operation was successful. And aside from that, I had him curcumcised.

Final Blow

If you're in a sinking boat and you were asked to save only one person, who would that be, your mother or your son?

Hard question? For many yes. This would be a very tough question. But I'd rather answer that question than to be where I am now.

When Tatay (father) passed away last year, it was a great and sad blow. That was the first death in the family that I was totally at lost. Not that I dont mind some relatives passing but I was younger then when God called them. And c'mon, it was my father. After all the efforts of extending his life to grant his most precious request, he passed away. Leaving me with an empty pocket and a handful of debts left and right. I am not blaming him in anyway. I wanted it. As every normal daughter would do.

And having said that, I am where I am now. With a deficit of almost hundred grand, I take refuge in reading available articles online. Printed words of inspiration and motivation on how to overcome debts and how to stop digging my own pit. I can spend the rest of 9 hours in the office surfing one site after another on articles related to my dillema. Nothing was wrong with impulse to help. The strategies went wrong. I borrowed to pay my old loan then borrowed again to pay off another. It was like playing badminton or table tennis. From a number of articles I've read, I can relate and here are the keypoints why everything went wrong:
  1. I lost communication with God. I thought once I was able to raise money thru company loan, loan sharks etc., I will get everything solved. In short, I took over instead of submitting my burden to Him.
  2. I lost communication to my partner. I took him for granted and did not consult him so instead of having someone to see the whole problem on a different perspective, I missed and lost the chance.
  3. No concrete budget/plan. Whenever there's any, it was not strictly followed.
  4. Unnecessary and unplanned expenditures and lending
  5. In general, being unwise even the situation was asking for it already.

With all these present, my acknowledgment of my present chaos and what brought me here, are good sign it's not too late to change. I've read that it will not be easy. Certainly it will not. The whole problem was not created overnight and so are the solutions.

Father and Sons




i can't believe i am into this again. it has been what, 2 years since my last post?! been busy with a lot of stuff...


on the right was a picture taken during one of the guys' playful day. we had just a smart line that comes with a free handset. so they tried taking their pictures.


this one on the right was one of my favorites. reminds me that there are lots of reasons to stay sane.