Loving Lately: Monty and Jimmy Jones’ Imaginative Adventures in Kazoops

He’s a boy with a big imagination. Meet the pig who’s truly a sensation!

This first line of the opening song always delights me! Ever since my LO has gone past the “baby stage,” I have been on the lookout for toddler-friendly shows. We’re trying to limit his time being exposed to any sort of gadget, so whenever we grant him his TV time, we wanted to make sure it’s something worthwhile for him. By worthwhile, I mean packed with values and ignites his interests.


The Kazoops family just returned to Netflix for season 2 early this year!

And then we found Kazoops! This animated series from Netflix follows the adventures of Monty, a curious boy and his smart pig friend, Jimmy Jones. Our own inquisitive little boy instantly liked the show perhaps because of it’s vibrant colors. The artwork was simply unique, we noticed. When you look closely, the characters looked like they were shaped from clay and you could even see some fingerprints on them at times. Our attention was later caught by Continue reading

5 Things I Wish I Wouldn’t Hear as a Mom in 2016

2015 had officially come to a close and if you’re like me who became a new mother in the year that was, then perhaps you can safely say that it had been the most eventful, swiftest, most challenging yet meaningful year you’ve ever had. I know I can.

Enter year 2 of motherhood: 2016. By now, you must have gotten the hang of it. Although you still often complain about not having enough sleep or daydream about being completely undisturbed while getting a massage at the beach, you have now boldly embraced the entirety of being responsible for another else’s life. By now, you have also gotten used to hearing contradicting parenting tips and by now you’ve not only learned to filter them, you’ve also learned to develop your own.

Personally, I’ve had my fair share of “Did she just seriously say that?” and “Finally, someone gets me” moments. Along with the confidence you’ve mustered in the last 365 days is the art of knowing when to bite your lips or speak your mind when it comes to matters of your little one.

And so with another year starting anew, here are 5 things I wish I will never have to hear as a mother in the next twelve months. I’m not speaking on behalf of all mothers, but I’m sure I’m not only speaking for myself on this.

  1. Boy or girl? In one FRIENDS episode, Rachel had to put a ribbon on her daughter’s head while expressing how furious she could get if one more person asked if Emma’s a boy or a girl. I’ve seen this episode a number of times before even becoming a mom myself. That was when I discovered that it might be indeed offensive to ask a parent such “harmless” question. Now that I’m a mother, I realized that it’s not actually offensive, it’s more of… mind-boggling. You dress your child in lacy pink or put together a boyish jumper and some people still don’t get the obvious clue. I am not associating colors and clothing style with sexuality, it’s just something every parent would do: put clothes on a baby based on what have been accordingly labelled and purchased.827949d5d3c9b72213d9c6442b7859df
  2. Are you sure it was necessary? Of all the terrible comments I’ve heard about giving birth via Cesarean section, this one’s got to be the worst. And believe me, I’ve heard a lot, including the ever disturbing “You were not able to take the pain, did you?” I feel that questioning anyone’s method of giving birth is just downright rude. I would never forget that one time when someone told me that CS might not have been necessary, giving me a look as if I was just being dumb and that the doctor had fooled me just to get more money. I’ve grown tired of explaining to people why I had to do it, but I still feel that they need to know that it was either that or we might have lost the baby. And I shouldn’t have to. It didn’t matter how much we were billed or how much pain I had to endure after the operation, all that mattered was that we were thankful we had that option.
  3. Can he walk now? To be fair, some people use this as a conversation starter. That’s totally alright, just as long as you don’t follow it up with “Mine started walking independently when he was just 3 months old!” Wait, what? I think it’s adorable how Continue reading

8 Kilometers Away, Baby


Cliché: Sunset shot from a window of a moving vehicle while crossing a bridge. We’ve probably all done it. But this one says so much more to me, being a working mother. 

This bridge is 8 km. away from home. And if I get a glimpse of the sunset in this specific spot in the city, it means that I’ll get to my baby early, just before it gets dark and just before he’ll realize his mom and dad have been away for hours.

Little things I learn to cherish these days. ♥

The 5 Super Powers You Develop When You Become A Mother


Often, we hear mothers being called “superwomen,” described as “amazing,” and tagged as “miracle workers.” And oftentimes we see them shrugging off the compliments as if they were unnecessary for something that is expected of them. But if you look closer, behind the shrug is a knowing grin, for they know they just pulled off another superhuman stunt.

Mothers, our kind of breed, is not rare. In fact, it’s so common no one notices how cryptic we can be sometimes. What is rare however is the ability to mutate into a version outstripping the average use of the human body.

Yes, your mother is an unmasked superhuman and her sharpest, most vigilant state was when you were just a baby.

Amid your afternoon tantrums and 2:00 AM senseless cries, she emerged triumphant, thanks to Continue reading

Motherhood is a Life-Sucking Pretentious B*tch


No matter how much you admire your mother or how fascinated you are with your now responsible married friends, you will never truly grasp how astounding motherhood is until you become a mother yourself. But even then, you’ll still find how difficult it is to fully comprehend its vastness.

While most mothers would melodramatically describe how seeing their child smile to them for the first time was the moment they realized they were now a parent, my “moment” occurred while I was in the toilet a few days ago. After about an hour of exhausting all of my techniques to put my four-month old to sleep, I was finally able to run to the bathroom to pee. But just as I was about to give a long sigh of relief, I heard him again, this time with a screeching, more demanding cry. He hates it when he wakes up at night and not feel my presence within two feet. And he makes sure that he’s making a strong statement. Between his helpless cries echoing around the house and my defenseless state of just waiting to finish peeing, I had an epiphany: this was motherhood.

Between his helpless cries echoing around the house and my defenseless state of just waiting to finish peeing, I had an epiphany: this was motherhood.

“Life will never be the same,” everyone told me before, during, and after I gave birth. Turned out, I didn’t need that much reminder, given that his first six weeks in this world found me struggling

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Baptism Celebration With A Dash of DIY

Perhaps one of the things I was rushing to do once our baby was properly settled at home was to have him baptized. Baptism months after birth has always been mandatory for both mine and my partner’s family. But aside from this fact, it was an important step to take if we wanted (and needed) to take our little champ to places. I’m not that religious nor am I superstitious, but there’s this belief that it’s bad luck to travel with an unbaptized child and as I always see it, there really is nothing to lose if you allowed yourself to give in to these kinds of conformity every now and then.

With less than a month’s notice, it must have been the quickest party planning I’ve ever done (aside from a spontaneous one last year) and having my baby literally in my arms 80% of the day didn’t help with the necessary preparations I wanted to do with the tiny decor details. The biggest challenge was that I couldn’t be at the reception venue to do or oversee the set-up since I needed to be at the church for the actual baptismal rites. Thankfully, I got help from my supportive sisters who flew in from Hanoi and Manila, and my dear cousins, one of whom was a professional interior designer whose creativity I trusted when it came to executing what I wanted. With a detailed “how-to and what-to” guide and a bag of knick-knacks I managed to prepare at 1 am before the big day, we were able to pull off the celebration just fine!

10991046_1033647033315411_697250878661470573_n copy copyThree huge images of the celebrant welcomed the guests! The banner was especially designed by the

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One Day Four Weeks Ago


Ironic. The night I gave birth was the blurriest night I could remember.

December 23, 2014, 2:00 AM. I woke up to the familiar wave-like pain in my body. Wave-like because it felt like as though a wave was making its way from my back and crashing onto my abdomen. Familiar, because I’ve been feeling it for at least 12 hours. It was only after doing a lazy research that I realized it could be a sign of labor.

We got to the hospital only to have me humiliated because apparently, my cervix had been dilated to an astonishing 1 centimeter! You need to be at least 10 cm. to get on with the delivery. “Are you effing kidding me?” was all I could mumble in my head. The pain was already so damn excruciating and with a taunting grin, the student doctor told me that it was yet to worsen with every dilation. How comforting.

I was ready to be sent home under false alarm. But instead, I was informed that I had to take a couple of tests and be monitored because the baby’s heartbeat was not stable Continue reading