THE LOST BLOG 2005-2009

Malted French Poodle
Wednesday,
August 31st, 2005
It means nothing but these
are the words that popped into my head at six-something this morning when I
woke up from Timmy’s squirming but kept my eyes closed in the hopes that he
wouldn’t get up yet, but of course as soon as he saw the sun peeking in through
the window, he jumped up and yelled, "Mom! Wake up, it’s morning time!!!"

They’re baaack!!!
Thursday,
August 25th, 2005
Ugh! So, they’re grandma
picked them up on Monday around noon and they were gonna stay overnight ’til
Wednesday. I actually didn’t want them to go coz they were being pretty good
over the weekend. Plus, 2 nights just seemed too long. But, oh well.
As soon as they left, I was
like a mad-cleaning woman. When I was all done, you could actually see the floor!
Their rooms looked twice as big. Sad thing is I knew that it would only last
until the minute they got back home. The second day, I spent running errands.
Even up until the morning they were coming back, I was just trying to get done
as much as possible. Cooking, cleaning. What a way to spend my "free
time," huh? Syl had suggested that I go watch a movie or have a cup of
coffee at the mall. Maybe next time. Ya! Right!
OMG! Wednesday morning, I’m
all excited to see my babies again. The house was peaceful and clean for two
days, but it was lonely without the kids. They pulled in exactly noon. Timmy
fell asleep in the car but Brooke was awake and greeted me with a BIG smile and
a hug. It felt good to have them back but that lasted all of maybe 15 minutes
when they both started throwing their tantrums! Really bad ones!!! Brooke was
crying coz she lost a game of Candyland and Timmy was crying coz his grandma
left. I was SOOOO pissed. I told Brooke she’s not allowed to play Candyland
anymore & I told Timmy to leave the house and go walk to Grandma’s. Grrrr.
Back to reality for me.
BTW, I should mention,
the kids were STARVING when they got back. They ate NON-STOP all day! I’ve
never seen them eat so much. I asked Brooke what she ate at Grandma’s but she
couldn’t answer me. Hmmm. And they smelled old and musty. Ick!

Words of Wisdom from
Father
Sunday,
August 21st, 2005
If someone punches you,
punch them back HARDER.
Fourth Grade
Just act crazy, talk to
yourself outloud. Noone wants to mess with a crazy person. College, NYC
There’s an a_hole in
every office. It’s better YOU be the a_hole, than to take someone else’s
crap. Beginning
my professional career
Control your temper. All my life

What a day consists of
Thursday,
August 18th, 2005
Right now there are dinosaurs
ALL over the floor! I’ve been trying to get the kids dressed and out of the
house since they got up this morning. They say they wanna go out but they’re
not letting me dress them so here we still are. Timmy’s playing hide n seek
with me. He’s hiding but I’m blogging instead of seeking. Hehe. Ok I’m back. I
just got up to find him. Gotta go find him again.

First Day of School
Tuesday,
September 13th, 2005
Yesterday was Brooke’s first
day back to school. Timmy went ballistic when he couldn’t go in the classroom
with all the other kids. He thought he was going to school too. =( He
cried all the way down the 3 flights of stairs and out the door and to the
park. He only stopped when I bribed him with a lollipop. A pink one of course.
My son loves his pink.
I guess Brooke had a good
first day, coz she didn’t stop talking from the second we picked her up. She
was yapping all the way down the 3 flights of stairs, out the door and the
whole way in the car ride home. The big thing for the day was that they got to
choose from a red, yellow or green apple for snacktime. Who woulda thought that
a yellow apple could be so exciting?
I thought Brooke would be
tired from the first day of school. But, no. She was a bundle of energy all day
and night ’til she finally passed out around 9:30. No nap. Ugh! She even
managed to play dress up with Timmy right before bedtime. Imagine how proud
Daddy was when Timmy came down to model his pretty dresses! He especially liked
the pink one.
Well, it’s day two today.
Hopefully Brooke will have another good day. And maybe Timmy won’t freak out
again when we drop her off.

A random thought
Friday,
September 2nd, 2005
The cool thing about God is
that He’s not like us. If you want to come to God, he won’t tell you to change
or clean up your act first. He’ll accept you as
is.
God is real! And although at
times He may seem harsh, God is LOVING, FORGIVING, and He is ALWAYS there for you.
This post may seem unrelated
to the theme of my blog, but keep in mind most of my blog entries come to me in
the middle of the night or the wee hours of the morning when I am woken up
either by a little girl crawling into my bed or by the cries of a little boy
blaring through the baby monitor. Therefore, IT"S ALL RELATIVE!

The Door Sign
Monday,
October 17th, 2005
After the kids had been fighting,
Brooke comes down from her room and asks ever so sweetly, "Mom, can I
draw?"
"Of course you
can!"
"Can I hang my drawing
up on my door?"
"Sure!"
So she sits at the table with
her paper and crayon. "How do you write N
again, up down up?"
"Yeah, up down up."
A little later she asks,
"How do you spell brothers?"
I begin to answer,
"B-R…" (Light bulb) "I know what you’re doing!!!" I go
along with it and spell out brothers
and next was asked how to spell especially.
Skip and I had a really good
laugh at the final product…

Pitbulls and Goodie Bags
Saturday,
October 8th, 2005
Yesterday was kind of a crazy
day. Timmy and I were in the front yard. Tim was playing with his RC truck and
I was yapping away on my cell with Ede,
not paying attention, and when I look up, here’s this pitbull trotting towards
us! By the time I noticed it, it was already right in front of us. So, I grab
Timmy’s arm and s-l-o-w-l-y back up to the house and get in the door. I gotta
give myself a pat on the back for actually remembering to take Timmy with me —I
am the biggest dog-o-phobe, after all. Meanwhile, Ede’s still on the line, Timmy’s worrying
about his truck which we left outside with the dog. I’m totally discumbobulated
at this point. I get off the phone with Ede
coz I gotta call Animal Control coz the dog’s hanging around our front door and
I gotta pick Brooke up from school in a short while. I start playing around
with the truck hoping it would scare the dog off but that backfired coz the dog
was really diggin’ it. I couldn’t call Animal Control coz I couldn’t find my
house phone and like I said, I was discumbobulated! Duh! I could’ve used my
cell phone. Well, I waited til the dog was far enough away and I quickly
grabbed Timmy’s truck and brought it in the house. "Yay, Mommy! You saved
my fuck!"
(That’s how Timmy pronounces "truck.")
My neighbor ended up calling the cops and they came and eventually managed to
take the dog away. and that was the excitment for the day, so far.
We picked up Brookee from
school and I didn’t mention the whole dog incident to her, coz God forbid she misses anything exciting!
She’d have a titty attack! (Oh, wait… can kids get that?) Anyway, we get home
and she realized she left something in the car, a goodie bag she had gotten
from one of her classmates. So, I unlocked the car doors from the house with my
remote and told her to go get the goodie bag. As she goes out the door, the
phone rings so I go to answer it and it’s Skip and we get into our conversation
(I’m LOL, thinking about this) and all of a sudden I realize, "Where’s
Brooke?" I go out to see what happened, why she hasn’t come back yet. She
was nowhere in the front yard so I check my car in the driveway… (LOL!) and
there’s Brooke in the car, banging on the windows, crying, and looking
petrified! Poor girl, for some reason, closed the door behind her when she went
in the car to get her goodie bag and my car locks automatically after 30
seconds. She must’ve panicked and didn’t think or just couldn’t manage to
unlock the door and open it. I mean, I’m laughing now, but I felt SO bad for
her. It really wasn’t that long that she was in there, but still… I can imagine
how scary it must’ve been for her.
Lesson for the day: The telephone can be very
distracting.
I apologize if my excessive
blogging is bothering you, but the kids are at my mom’s right now so I’m REALLY
bored. When bored, blog…blog…blog!

Agita
Thursday,
October 6th, 2005
Last
night, something on the news reminded me of two very disturbing dreams I had
about Timmy recently. In one of them, I was filling up the bath tub while Timmy
was in it and I wasn’t paying attention and when I looked the bathtub was full
and the water was above Timmy head. In the other dream, we were standing by a
cliff which was guarded by railings but I was looking at the railings and I
knew that Timmy could easily slip through. Sure enough he went for it and
slipped but I managed to grab him by his hair.
These dreams, I’m
sure, stem from the reality that everyday I stress over this kid coz he is just
outta control! Having an "active" boy is definitely challenging. The
other day, I let him and Brooke play across the street with the other kids. I
told them over and over NOT to go in the street. Maybe I’m over-protective or
maybe I’m just a good mom, but I kept my eye on them from a short distance
because I just didn’t feel comfortable. Thank goodness for that, because it
wasn’t long before I saw Timmy with his scooter, heading down a driveway mouth
into the street. Before I could finish yelling, "TIMMY NO!," and run
across the street to stop him, he was already down. And when I reprimanded him
for disobeying me, he just answered me back. "I wanna ride scooter in
street like kids!" Grrrr!
Do not be anxious about
anything, but in everything …present your requests to God. And the peace of
God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds
in Christ Jesus. Phil 4:6-7

She can be sweet
Sunday,
October 2nd, 2005
I know Brookee
can be a big meanie sometimes, but when it really counts, she is really sweet.
Last night before going to Tia Pacing’s viewing, I explained to her that I had
to visit my friend whose Lola passed away. When I got back the kids were
already sleeping. The next morning, the first thing that Brooke said, sounding
very concerned, was, "Mommy… Was your friend okay or was she sad?"
Ephesians 5:2 …live a life of love, just as Christ
loved us…

Just had NILAGA
Tuesday,
November 29th, 2005
Filipino food has got to be
the BEST comfort food in the world. You know it’s good when you hear the spoon
and fork going clang/scrape, clang/scrape on the plate. Secret to good cooking:
Throw EVERYTHING in the damn pot! Mmmmm. Yummy.

Mommie Dearest
Saturday,
January 28th, 2006
I’ve always joked
about the movie, Mommie Dearest. I watched the movie years ago as a child
and I remember thinking what a wretched woman Joan Crawford was. That’s the
point, right? When my niece was growing up, I cited the movie many times
when my sister would get cross with her. And when I had my own daughter,
I continued to refer to that movie claiming how lucky she was that I was not
like Mommie Dearest.
So, the other day I decided
to finally rent the movie. (I got Netflix now, it makes it really easy.
Plug, plug. Thanks, Kuya for the gift subscription.) My two kids
watched it with me. Hey, everything’s a learning experience. Man
was I surprised at the first scene that Joan Crawford really blew up at her
daughter, Christina. I was surprised ’cause instead of thinking she was a
horrible woman, I was thinking she was totally justified! Throughout the
movie, I was like, "I feel her." Of course Joan Crawford was a
little over-the-top. Alot of the stuff she actually did, like say… strangling
her daughter, we mothers only think
about doing.
Watching Mommie Dearest
again, twenty-plus years later, was a completely different experience. It
left me with a feeling of compassion and understanding for the formerly
wretched Joan Crawford. Is that scary? Will my daughter one day
write a story about her Mommie Dearest? Moms, watch the movie and please
tell me I’m normal.

Kids say the darndest
things
Thursday,
January 12th, 2006
Mom: Timmy, wanna go
play with Brooke & Kevin?
Timmy: Nah, I wanna eat
eyebrows.
LOL! He meant brownies!!!

Upper Crusty
Sunday,
January 8th, 2006
You think my
daughter’s high maintenance? She’s not yet 5… the girl doesn’t like pizza, but
she loves salmon and black olives. For her birthday, she doesn’t want cupcakes
or ice cream cake. She wants carrot cake! Hmmm?

Do You Speakin’ in
English?
Friday,
January 6th, 2006
Brooke was playing with her
friend Sophia when I noticed they seemed to be getting a little
quarrelsome. I listened in to find out what was going on.
Brooke: I said,
you be the NINANG!!! Sophia (frustrated at this point): Yeah, but what is a
NEENA??? Is that like a SISTER or something?!
A different day, when Sophia
was over to play… Me: Brooke, are you hungry? Wanna eat
giniling? Brooke: Ya, I want giniling! Timmy: I want
giniling too! Sophia: I want KNEELING!

The stinkier the better
Tuesday,
February 21st, 2006
The stinkier and dirtier, the
better. I think that’s the general rule when it comes to food shopping and
eating out. Think Chinatown, Hop Kee, meat markets
like Western Beef…
After living in this lame
town for almost seven years, I finally found an Asian Supermarket nearby. Man,
did it stink! And the cans and packages were all covered in dust and whatever
else. (Don’t wanna think about it.) But they had EVERYTHING. I stocked up
on all the yummy yums for the kids: Hello Panda cookies, those wafer roll
thingees (strawberry flavored… couldn’t find ube), those sticks dipped in
chocolate, ube rolls, Mango juice, Chinese pear. And for me: Siopao, Shomai (Spell
check, please), Kasugai
peas, chicharon, Maggi, Oyster sauce, sardinas, etc. They even had
KLIM! It reminded me of Tita Lucy =(
I guess going to Mamas house
won’t be such a treat anymore coz now I can get the goodies myself. Although,
it’s really not as much fun as mooching off my parents. Oh well, I’ll still let
her bring the elephant rice every time she comes over.

Out of the mouth of babes
Monday,
February 13th, 2006
I told Brooke we should start
going to church every week because it’s the least we could do to say thanks for
all the things God does for us. "Yeah," she said. "The
only way we can say thanks to God is by playing with all the things he gives
us." She’s right! God does
want us to enjoy life and all His blessings. Sometimes we need to be
reminded by our children of life’s simple truths.
I came that you may have
life and have life abundantly.
John 10:10 The Lord be
exalted, who delights in the well-being of his servant. Psalm 35:27

This week’s anecdotes
Wednesday,
February 1st, 2006
While at Walmart, I told Timmy I didn’t remember
where I parked. "I do," he said. "You do?"
I asked, very impressed and also relieved he’d be able to show me where my
car was. "Yeah," he answered. "You parked next
to a lot of cars."
Before the kids were released
from class this afternoon, Brooke’s asst. teacher, Mrs. Wagner spoke to
me. When she got around to Brooke to give her chips during snack time,
Brooke’s napkin wasn’t open yet so Mrs. Wagner told her she’d come back after
giving the rest of the class their chips. Well, she forgot to go
back. When snack time was over, Brooke asked her teacher, Mrs. Lesko, for
chips. "Sorry. You already had your snack. It’s time to
clean up now," Mrs. Lesko told Brooke. They eventually
realized Mrs. Wagner forgot all about Brooke and they straightened it all
out. Mrs. Wagner told me they felt so bad and that poor Brooke just sat
there the whole time and never said anything.
Later, I told Brooke that if
something like that happens, she has to speak up. She said she did say,
"I didn’t get my snack." "Well, if they don’t hear you,
say it again louder," I told her. Then she told me, "But we’re
not allowed to speak in a loud voice at school."
=( My poor baby is too good. She
refuses to break the rules at school. Why can’t she be like that at
home?!

That Bad, Huh?
Wednesday,
March 15th, 2006
This morning when Timmy and I
woke up, we were both still tired so we lied down on the couch to get a little
more rest. After a half hour or so of Timmy lying on top of me, I told
him to get up so I can go the bathroom and pi. As he started to get up,
he says, "OK. But brush your teeth, too."

LIAR LIAR
Friday, March
10th, 2006
Brooke: Liar!
Timmy: Liar!
Brooke: I’m not a
liar. You’re lying!
Timmy: I’m not
lyin’. You TIGER!
Smarter
than you think
Friday, April
7th, 2006
Me: Put your pajamas on. Daddy’ll
be home soon and he doesn’t like you running around in just a panty.
Brooke: Why?
Me: I don’t know. Daddy has his
own… things he likes and doesn’t like.
Brooke: Issues?
Recalling the smart baby boy we saw at the
library, who knew all his letters…
Me: “I was shocked!”
Brooke: “I was impressed!”
Taking
it literally
Brooke: Mommy, why are you cleaning so
much?
Me: I just can’t stand the dirt
anymore.
Timmy: But, I can stand on dirt.
Me: Hurry up, guys! We’re running
late!”
Timmy: We’re not running.

Psalm 103
Tuesday, May
16th, 2006
1 Praise the LORD, O my soul;
all my inmost being, praise his holy name.
2 Praise the LORD, O my soul,
and forget not all his benefits-
3 who forgives all your sins
and heals all your diseases,
4 who redeems your life from the pit
and crowns you with love and compassion,
5 who satisfies your desires with good
things
so that your youth is renewed like the eagle’s.
6 The LORD works righteousness
and justice for all the oppressed.
7 He made known his ways to Moses,
his deeds to the people of Israel:
8 The LORD is compassionate and
gracious,
slow to anger, abounding in love.
9 He will not always accuse,
nor will he harbor his anger forever;
10 he does not treat us as our sins
deserve
or repay us according to our iniquities.
11 For as high as the heavens are above
the earth,
so great is his love for those who fear him;
12 as far as the east is from the west,
so far has he removed our transgressions from us.
13 As a father has compassion on his children,
so the LORD has compassion on those who fear him;
14 for he knows how we are formed,
he remembers that we are dust.
15 As for man, his days are like grass,
he flourishes like a flower of the field;
16 the wind blows over it and it is
gone,
and its place remembers it no more.
17 But from everlasting to everlasting
the LORD’s love is with those who fear him,
and his righteousness with their children’s
children-
18 with those who keep his covenant
and remember to obey his precepts.
19 The LORD has established his throne
in heaven,
and his kingdom rules over all.
20 Praise the LORD, you his angels,
you mighty ones who do his bidding,
who obey his word.
21 Praise the LORD, all his heavenly
hosts,
you his servants who do his will.
22 Praise the LORD, all his works
everywhere in his dominion.
Praise the LORD, O my soul.

Mommy Brain
Saturday, May
13th, 2006
The instructions called for 2
minutes in the microwave, turning halfway through cooking time. After 1
minute, the microwave beeps. I open the microwave door and… LO AND
BEHOLD! My Hot Pocket has disintegrated!!! There was nothing in the
microwave but a piece of wax paper! Dazed and confused, I turn around and
there, waiting patiently on the kitchen counter, was my hot pocket.
Oops! I guess I forgot
Step 1 of the instructions which says to actually put the food in the
microwave.

Guide to undertanding
Timmy
Thursday, May
11th, 2006
Cat shoes: Cashews
Field mice: Force field
Shrend: Friend
Shricky: Tricky
Punch Bob: Sponge Bob
Milky Ice-ski: Mike Wisowski (from
Monsters Inc.)
Sheer cut: Hair cut

Graduation Day
Thursday,
June 15th, 2006
This is
Brooke on her first day of pre-school, September 2004 and her last day of
pre-school, yesterday, June 14, 2006. My how she has grown!
Yesterday was her
graduation. It was only a pre-school graduation so I didn’t expect to be
as moved as I was. Thanks to her teachers and all the kids it was a
beautiful and touching ceremony. I found myself close to tears and
struggling to hold the video camera steady as I began to shake from
emotion. I was so proud of my little girl and ALL the kids.
We had a great day, following
the graduation ceremony with a trip to the movie theatre to see
"Cars" and dinner out at Applebees. All day, Skip & I were
beaming with pride over our little graduate. She really has blossomed
since she entered school just two short years ago. I look forwarded to
seeing what pre-school can do for my little Timmy.

Move Over Anna
Sunday, June
11th, 2006
I asked Brooke if she’d
like to start learning to play tennis this summer, explaining to her that
EVERYONE in our family plays/played tennis. Showing absolutely no sign of
interest, she told me flat out, "No." "Why
not?" I asked. "Because it’s not girlie," she answered.
So I proceeded to tell her
about the pretty tennis players who look like models (i.e. Kornikova &
Sharapova) and wear the cutest tennis outfits which consist of skorts and
sleeveless shirts. "Yes! Yes! I wanna play tennis!!!" …"Do
the outfits come in pink?"

Too Good to be True
Wednesday,
July 19th, 2006
When they’re being good and
quiet for too long, something is definitely up…

Dominos and Lego
Tuesday, July
18th, 2006
Surprise! Look what I
made. (Brooke)

Love you, Riley-Kate!
Wednesday,
August 30th, 2006
Speaking of Ming-ming the
chick from NickJr’s show Wonderpets, I say to Brooke, "That’s the one who
talks like Wiley." "Ya," she replied, "Only
happier."

Guide to
Understanding Timmy II
Monday,
August 7th, 2006
Complee = company
Under and light ups = Thunder
and lightning
Slow ocean = slow motion
x-later = escalater

Labor Day
Tuesday,
September 5th, 2006
On Labor Day, we hung our Miracle flag up
proudly. Timmy went out to lawn
the mow. He kept busy all day without having to turn on
the TV or play on the plooter.
By the end of the night, he had no problem getting to sleep, tulo lie-why and all.

My #1 Fan
Saturday,
December 2nd, 2006
I was singing along to
"Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas" when Brooke says, "Wow
Mom… you sound like the real thing." "Thanks," I say
proudly. "No really," she tells me. "I didn’t even
know you were singing coz you blended in perfectly with the radio."
I knew there was a reason I
haven’t put my kids up for adoption yet. But then again, it is almost Christmas.
Maybe she’s just working to get a really good gift!

LOVE
Tuesday,
February 6th, 2007
They fight CONSTANTLY!
But at the end of the day, they really do love each other.

Now I lay me…
Thursday,
August 30th, 2007
"Don’t forget to
pray," I reminded the kids as I tucked them into bed. "Oh
yeah," said Timmy as he closed his eyes and folded his hands together…
"God is great and God is good, Catch a tiger by the toe…"
I Thess 5:17-18

Piracy
Thursday,
August 16th, 2007
It’s been a while since my
last post but I was reminded of my blog last night when… we were watching a
rented movie with the kids and Timmy asked, "If we’re gonna return this
movie, can we fire
it first?" "Ok, Timmy," I answered, "we’ll burn it!"

Ain’t no thang but
a chicken wang
Sunday,
November 18th, 2007
Timmy: Why do they call
these chicken wings?
Daddy: They
don’t. Those are onion rings.

Stripes and Polka-dots
Saturday,
November 10th, 2007
This morning Timmy and I
gazed adoringly at each other as we often do. I usually cherish moments
like these but this time as Timmy was looking at me, he says, "You have
stripes on your eyes… and on your forehead too." Yes, my little boy
confirmed my recent concerns that I am starting to get wrinkles! And I
still haven’t figured out how to get rid of my pimples, formerly referred to by
Brooke as polka-dots.
How lucky my kids are for how
many kids can say there mom’s face has stripes and polka dots?

Whis-a-wha?
Monday,
December 10th, 2007
Can you guess what a
"whistle-tiss" is? Here it is in a sentence: Said Timmy,
"I’m under the whistle-tiss.
Someone has to kiss me!"

Isn’t It Funny?
Sunday,
January 27th, 2008
Part of Brooke’s homework
assignment the other day was to write three "it" words. Simple
enough, right? I had to hold in my laughter when she blurted out,
"MOM!!! Is tit
a word?!" Needless to say, I encouraged her to go through the
alphabet and come up with a different "it" word. Good thing she
came up with a few other words before getting to S-H.

That’s what they say
Thursday,
February 7th, 2008
My mom was here for 3 days.
After she left I was cleaning the kitchen and I said, "Mama cooks really
good but she’s very messy." Brooke answered, "That’s true.
That’s why they say, No pain
- no gain."

He Made My Day
Thursday,
February 7th, 2008
This morning, I just rolled
outta bed and I’m in the bathroom brushing my teeth. Of course Timmy’s with me,
cause he’s such a momma’s boy. And he just looks at me and says, "You’re
hair looks pretty, Mom." So, I wanted to share with everyone that I
LOVE having a son!

Our Techy Kids
Wednesday,
September 24th, 2008
Watching her dad hand-write
something on paper, Brooke asked: “Dad, why do you leave CAPS-LOCK on when you
write?”
Get it?

To put it simply
June 1st,
2009 by elegintz
Struggling to put it in
terms a child would understand, I was explaining to Brooke, now in 2nd grade,
why people often get fevers before they get a cough or
cold when suddenly I was interrupted by a voice coming from the
other room. “It’s your white blood cells fighting the germs that make you
sick!” said Timmy, my kindergartener, very matter of factly.
Thanks for clarifying, Tim.

The
Ring BearBrooke and I
were discussing her role as flower girl at Uncle Mike & Aunt Lisa’s
upcoming wedding. What will she wear, what will she do other that throw petals
down the aisle, etc. when Timmy chimed in, “And I have to dress up in a bear
costume, right Mom?” “Huh?” I asked confused. “Where’d you get that idea from?”
“Remember you said I’m gonna be the bear?” All of a sudden it clicked and I
explained to Timmy that he was going to be the ring-BEARER, not the BEAR.