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Taken in Boracay (again!) while the sun was setting.  Played with the cam’s setting to achieve this effect.

A Plane Shot

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I was in Cloud 9. Literally - well, if not for the fact that metal sheets of the plane separated me from all of it.  :-)

Nevertheless, it’s the perfect setting to daydream.


Hanging

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Kamias (Averrhoa bilimbi) and its flowers. See a clearer shot of its fruits here.

The Room

Photobucket I know I should move on in my blog entries (and not talk about the hospital ordeal anymore) but I just needed to write this down.

Our hospital room (when Matt was hospitalized) was nondescript and sparsely decorated. Dull, really. And bare. There was nothing in there -except for a bed, a bedside chair and table.

No TV. No refrigerator. And a phone that doesn’t function. I couldn’t even get my iTouch to hook up to the internet there!

My parents, of course, commented with my choice of room. Even disappointed - since there was no TV. I could have gotten a better room (since we have insurance) but I was happy with the choice I made.

Okay, although I consider these contraptions as blessings, sometimes, I also see them as distractions. Sometimes I get the feeling they keep me away from my son - and vice versa. I spend too long infront of the PC. And my son spends more than the allowed time (for kids his age) on TV.

So having none of these contraptions was a blessing. A huge one.

Having none of these contraptions for 5 days means I had unlimited bonding time with my son (especially during daytime since my mother kept us company only at nighttime).

Me and him. He and me. We’d sing or listen to songs in my iTouch. We’d play. And most of the time, we’d read his Bible.

And a couple of days before we checked out, my son showed me the prize of my undivided attention: Matt, 2y and 8mo old, completely and properly recited two of his favorite nursery rhymes.

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Simple Math

Always:

Toddler + Water = Fun

But sometimes:

Toddler + Water = Disaster

Very recently:

Toddler + Yellowish Liquid (a.k.a urine) = Total Disaster

And so:

Toddler (who somehow got hold of) + My Phone + This Yellow Liquid = trip to the cellular shop

How I dream of this fence for my Potty Trainee!


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What IS That?


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I found this flower in the yard but I don’t know what it is. Although its leaves are shaped differently, its flower looks like that of an anthurium (but not the usual ones). So if I may hazard a guess, I think it’s one of the species belonging to the genus Anthurium. Now what’s yours?

 

UPDATE: So I know now that it is a Peace Lilly. Thanks to Carver for giving me a name to this flower.

So…

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Exactly a week ago, we rushed my son to the hospital (and stayed there for 5 days). It was the worst asthma attack ever. It was a nightmare to see my son fighting for every breath he takes. He was really in bad shape that he had to be nebulized every 2 hours after admission. But dear son is better now - he’s actually running around the house while I’m keyboarding now.

I’m thankful for the strength God gave me to bear the unbearable.

 

For his doctor for taking good care of Matt. For the nurses who were so gentle with him and who became his friends (they were so entertained with Matt’s antics).

 

For the medicine that helped alleviate his condition.

 

For this rockin’ book. It is Matt’s favorite and we had so much fun reading it while in the hospital.

 

For my sister and my parents who helped me -and are always helping me- take care of my son.

 

For God’s mercy and healing.

For a great insurance company. There was a slight delay in the processing but we were 100% covered and I didn’t fork a single centavo for the hospital bills.

 

Also, thanks to those who visited my blogs despite my absence (btw, I am always autoposting).

 

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About Author

Living somewhere in the tropics, I have sentenced myself to mind-time-word consuming and rigid finger-exercise otherwise known as blogging. Unknowingly from the start. Now it has become an addiction. So now, I am not only an old-fashioned mother, a trying-hard sweet wife, a silly telco engineer and patient housemaid but a trying-hard-to-sound-smart blogger as well. Call me Mama Meji. and you may email me at zamejias [-at-] makimeji [-dot-] com.