Ever since we took Psyche to watch REAL STEEL, she's been obsessing over Dakota Goyo - the little boy who plays "Max" and Hugh Jackman's character "Charlie's" son. So last weekend, I bought her her own copy of the movie to watch over and over again.
Naturally, Psyche went BANANAS.
(Sorry Justin Bieber, but you're old news.)
Now I wouldn't have minded the screaming and the wailing and the crazy "I love yous" and "His face is soooo soft!" raves as the movie played in our living room... but what did catch me off guard was when she said:
Psyche: Mommy? My baby doesn't have a daddy. (Referring to the baby doll I got her for Christmas that she carries around EVERYWHERE)
Me: Aww that's ok babe (as I prepared my dinner). Just watch ok. Don't be so loud.
(a few minutes later)
Me: So you like the movie?
Psyche: Yes! He's my love!
Me: Uhm ok but he can be your friend...
Psyche: No... I want him to be my baby's daddy!!!!!
*cue weird anime teardrop on the side of my forehead*
Me: Huwaaaaaaaat did you say????
Psyche: I WANT HIM TO BE MY BABY'S DADDY!!!!
....................
On a side note:
Pao decided to ask Psyche why she loved him. I guess he was hoping to get something really sweet and endearing from her before she had to leave for Dubai for two weeks.
So he asks: Psyche, why do you love me?
Psyche: Because I love you.
Pao: Yeah but why do you love me?
Psyche: Because... you're handsome.
Pao: That's all??!!!
Psyche: Because... you love mommy. You kiss her. You hug her.
Pao: Yes I love her but why do you love me???? (I think he was feeling a bit hurt at this point)
Psyche: Because you, me, and mommy... we're a family.
He didn't know it... but she was totally schooling him.
Of course, I don't think this was what he wanted to hear. But alas, that is the trade-off of being a wonderful provider - more money... just not as much time to hang out.
Now I don't know if my husband sincerely felt bad at not having heard something like "I love you because you play with me and you take care of me" or the other things she'd normally tell me... But if you really think about it, "The best thing a man can do for his children is to love their mother."
Such a father also provides a role model for his daughters. Here the impressionable young woman can witness in the comfort of their own home all that they should expect from the men in their lives. They also learn by definition what they should not have to put up with. Having a father who loves your mother makes you more likely to go on to choose a man who will truly love you.
Because of him, she'll know to look for someone just like him (hopefully before she starts dating all the assholes out there like I did, haha). And I know that when she grows up, everything she learned from him will be worth more than our mother-daughter arguments on who she can and cannot date. Seriously. I may be her best friend now... but I totally foresee us butting heads when she gets older... and smarter.
But hopefully, that Dakota Goyo kid doesn't grow up to be an asshole. =P
Thursday, February 9, 2012
Sunday, February 5, 2012
Better than a Hallelujah
Pao and Me taking advantage of the photobooth (so we have pics in our photo album =):
After attending yet another beautiful and somewhat though understandably over-emotional wedding last Saturday, I had a few epiphanies about marriage in general:
- Denzel was right. "A happy wife IS a happy life." Though the father of the groom did state it much more cleverly, "The key to a happy marriage: first, make your wife THINK she has her way. Then, let her have it." (Right Waff? Thanks for letting me have the cake design I wanted, hahahaha!)
- For all of the speeches on loving each other despite the trials and tribulations that WILL come in any marriage, I just think... after 50-60-70 years... in the "lifetime" couples promise to love and remain with one another... it's important that... after all that time has passed, they can still find things to LIKE about each other. (Ie. I will always like Pao's breakfast meals. They always seem to taste better than mine when he cooks it.)
And just last night, I asked my brilliant daughter why she loves me. Matter-of-factly, she answered, "Because you like me. You play with me. You watch with me. You talk with me. We sing. We dance."
It made me realize (and to never forget) that it's one thing love someone... it's another thing to actually LIKE them.
- There will always be other people who will think your spouse is AWESOME and won't be afraid to let you know that. It can be a little intimidating what with all the tempting things in this world. But I finally realized that you should Eat. That. Sh*t. Up. You shouldn't be the only person in the world to admire your partner... and to let him/her know it. And once you welcome that, then I suppose that's when the you can turn insecurity into straight. up. pride. (If your partner decides to give in though... that's a whole 'nother story... one that involves pullin' a lorena bobbit.)
..............
It's weird now really. As much as I'd like to throw a production of a wedding for mine (and it'll probably still be knowing how much of a practical perfectionist I am)... I'm just happy I'm married. Like f*cking LE SIGH to that sh*t. I'm just f*cking happy (and yeah, a little bit relieved that the search is over and what not) that I'm married to this guy who's just awesome in every way and I'm not even gonna front cuz even GUYS come up to tell me how awesome he is. LIKE STRAIGHT GUYS. Straight guys telling me HOW HANDSOME HE IS AND HOW LUCKY I AM. Even my ex has somewhat of a weird crush on him, telling me how blessed Psyche and I are for him. Sure it isn't like I'm all goo-goo ga-ga about it all the time and sure, he annoys me in many ways... it doesn't even matter cuz the fact of the matter is... God was looking out for me and Psyche when He gave us Pao. And no wedding is going to make that any clearer than the blessing already is to me.
Even God knows that there are just some things that are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
Buuuuuuuuuuut we'll still have a wedding anyway, hahahaha! We just wanna spend money and f*cking party. =P (I think God knows that, too, and He's totally cool with it. =)
After attending yet another beautiful and somewhat though understandably over-emotional wedding last Saturday, I had a few epiphanies about marriage in general:
- Denzel was right. "A happy wife IS a happy life." Though the father of the groom did state it much more cleverly, "The key to a happy marriage: first, make your wife THINK she has her way. Then, let her have it." (Right Waff? Thanks for letting me have the cake design I wanted, hahahaha!)
- For all of the speeches on loving each other despite the trials and tribulations that WILL come in any marriage, I just think... after 50-60-70 years... in the "lifetime" couples promise to love and remain with one another... it's important that... after all that time has passed, they can still find things to LIKE about each other. (Ie. I will always like Pao's breakfast meals. They always seem to taste better than mine when he cooks it.)
And just last night, I asked my brilliant daughter why she loves me. Matter-of-factly, she answered, "Because you like me. You play with me. You watch with me. You talk with me. We sing. We dance."
It made me realize (and to never forget) that it's one thing love someone... it's another thing to actually LIKE them.
- There will always be other people who will think your spouse is AWESOME and won't be afraid to let you know that. It can be a little intimidating what with all the tempting things in this world. But I finally realized that you should Eat. That. Sh*t. Up. You shouldn't be the only person in the world to admire your partner... and to let him/her know it. And once you welcome that, then I suppose that's when the you can turn insecurity into straight. up. pride. (If your partner decides to give in though... that's a whole 'nother story... one that involves pullin' a lorena bobbit.)
..............
It's weird now really. As much as I'd like to throw a production of a wedding for mine (and it'll probably still be knowing how much of a practical perfectionist I am)... I'm just happy I'm married. Like f*cking LE SIGH to that sh*t. I'm just f*cking happy (and yeah, a little bit relieved that the search is over and what not) that I'm married to this guy who's just awesome in every way and I'm not even gonna front cuz even GUYS come up to tell me how awesome he is. LIKE STRAIGHT GUYS. Straight guys telling me HOW HANDSOME HE IS AND HOW LUCKY I AM. Even my ex has somewhat of a weird crush on him, telling me how blessed Psyche and I are for him. Sure it isn't like I'm all goo-goo ga-ga about it all the time and sure, he annoys me in many ways... it doesn't even matter cuz the fact of the matter is... God was looking out for me and Psyche when He gave us Pao. And no wedding is going to make that any clearer than the blessing already is to me.
Even God knows that there are just some things that are better than a Hallelujah sometimes.
Buuuuuuuuuuut we'll still have a wedding anyway, hahahaha! We just wanna spend money and f*cking party. =P (I think God knows that, too, and He's totally cool with it. =)
Thursday, February 2, 2012
Psyche the Performer
She is a product of English-speaking parents and Disney Junior... and just recently, Baby TV (aka "the baby boring channel" according to me and Pao... although we seriously think she just watches it to drive us nuts cuz it's so boring.)
And maybe also because she doesn't go to school yet so she hangs out with older people mostly hence her funny eloquence... and her really weird songs.
All of this documentation of her as a kid will be used as blackmail for her wedding someday. So she can go right ahead and be as annoying and weird as she wants...
Pao and I will have the last laugh, hahahaha! (It'll be the last embarrassing thing we can do before we give her off to her "Cupid." =)
And maybe also because she doesn't go to school yet so she hangs out with older people mostly hence her funny eloquence... and her really weird songs.
All of this documentation of her as a kid will be used as blackmail for her wedding someday. So she can go right ahead and be as annoying and weird as she wants...
Pao and I will have the last laugh, hahahaha! (It'll be the last embarrassing thing we can do before we give her off to her "Cupid." =)
Wednesday, February 1, 2012
PSYCHE'S PRAYER
Last night, Psyche wanted to keep me company in my room while Paolo was pulling OT at work. She said she'd sleep beside me so I wouldn't be alone... and that her Papa can just sleep on her bed. So as she lay down beside me (on her "Papa's side" of the bed), I told her to pray as I listened quietly.
This is what she said:
"Dear God, please help me to learn my numbers. Please help mommy and Papa to buy stuff. I want mommy and Papa to be happy. Please help me to eat fast. (pauses) Please Papa... don't work so hard so he can come back. And I want mommy to be happy. Amen."
And I think... no matter how hard I ride her to learn her how to add and to count and to read (words like "refrigerator" and "service station") and to spell and to do all the things 6-year olds do at the age of 4 (like a f*cking Tiger parent)... and no matter how hard I scold her to eat faster and to chew and to swallow (with my constant groaning and my imploring "ay por favor Psyche!") and to finish her food all on her own, driving me up the wall, driving me bananas...
She still humbly asks that me and Pao are happy.
After that, she can pretty much f*ck up and annoy the living sh*t out of me... and I'd still be proud, knowing that I have raised an incredibly smart and beautiful child... with a divinely loving soul.
She lives up to the purpose of her name everyday. And my God, I wouldn't be surprised if she found the f*cking cure for cancer when she grows up. The girl is going to make history.
This is the face of a Nobel Prize winner.
But right now, I don't mind enjoying her being a weird, annoying little dork who asks "WHY?" to just about EVERYTHING!
Case in point:
Psyche: Mommy? Why is his [beebeela, her teddy bear's] nose brown?
Me: Cuz he's a bear, babe.
Psyche: So why is his shirt pink and why is there a butterfly on it?
Me: Why do you ask soooo many questions?
Psyche: *shrugs* Cuz I'm a kid.
She can stay a kid forever.
This is what she said:
"Dear God, please help me to learn my numbers. Please help mommy and Papa to buy stuff. I want mommy and Papa to be happy. Please help me to eat fast. (pauses) Please Papa... don't work so hard so he can come back. And I want mommy to be happy. Amen."
And I think... no matter how hard I ride her to learn her how to add and to count and to read (words like "refrigerator" and "service station") and to spell and to do all the things 6-year olds do at the age of 4 (like a f*cking Tiger parent)... and no matter how hard I scold her to eat faster and to chew and to swallow (with my constant groaning and my imploring "ay por favor Psyche!") and to finish her food all on her own, driving me up the wall, driving me bananas...
She still humbly asks that me and Pao are happy.
After that, she can pretty much f*ck up and annoy the living sh*t out of me... and I'd still be proud, knowing that I have raised an incredibly smart and beautiful child... with a divinely loving soul.
She lives up to the purpose of her name everyday. And my God, I wouldn't be surprised if she found the f*cking cure for cancer when she grows up. The girl is going to make history.
This is the face of a Nobel Prize winner.But right now, I don't mind enjoying her being a weird, annoying little dork who asks "WHY?" to just about EVERYTHING!
Case in point:
Psyche: Mommy? Why is his [beebeela, her teddy bear's] nose brown?
Me: Cuz he's a bear, babe.
Psyche: So why is his shirt pink and why is there a butterfly on it?
Me: Why do you ask soooo many questions?
Psyche: *shrugs* Cuz I'm a kid.
She can stay a kid forever.
Monday, January 30, 2012
DELAYED GRATIFICATION IS KEY
Whenever I get bored / tired / frustrated / stressed
(not necessarily all at the same time or in that order)
with work (and the entire concept of working, in general)
and sometimes my love for the job and my love for my colleagues
(not so much my love for the money since I never really cared too much to make a lot of it nor work too hard to make it)
just isn't enough to get me out of that temporary rut,
what keeps me going is the thought of two things:
1.) It won't be long before my husband makes enough money for the both of us. (And I can spend my days grocery shopping and going to the gym and making gourmet meals for dinner and taking the kids to the park and watching Law & Order all day long -----------> basically, just the LUXURY to have more time for the little things, ya know? I think we get so caught up in all these "big, grown-up" things that we never seem to have the time for that simplicity. Haha, the "luxury of simplicity." Who'd have thought?
aaaaaaaaaaannnnnd.....
2.) It won't be long before I move up and into a position where I get to do the SAME WORK that I love to do, get a higher salary, and only have to work FIVE HOURS A DAY --- giving me enough time in a day to reach self-actualization as a career woman... and as a housewife.
***You gotta know what you're doing it all for, right?
I. cannot. f*cking. wait.
But for now...
(not necessarily all at the same time or in that order)
with work (and the entire concept of working, in general)
and sometimes my love for the job and my love for my colleagues
(not so much my love for the money since I never really cared too much to make a lot of it nor work too hard to make it)
just isn't enough to get me out of that temporary rut,
what keeps me going is the thought of two things:
1.) It won't be long before my husband makes enough money for the both of us. (And I can spend my days grocery shopping and going to the gym and making gourmet meals for dinner and taking the kids to the park and watching Law & Order all day long -----------> basically, just the LUXURY to have more time for the little things, ya know? I think we get so caught up in all these "big, grown-up" things that we never seem to have the time for that simplicity. Haha, the "luxury of simplicity." Who'd have thought?
aaaaaaaaaaannnnnd.....
2.) It won't be long before I move up and into a position where I get to do the SAME WORK that I love to do, get a higher salary, and only have to work FIVE HOURS A DAY --- giving me enough time in a day to reach self-actualization as a career woman... and as a housewife.
***You gotta know what you're doing it all for, right?
I. cannot. f*cking. wait.
But for now...
Friday, January 27, 2012
"I will hate you till the day I die."
A comment in conversation, a bad-tempered grunt over breakfast, disappears into thin air; five foul-tempered sentences responding to a blog stay there indefinitely.
Why you shouldn't be so quick with a comeback in this day and age.
The internet may have freed us from the bonds of snail mail and wires and just the overall slowness and inefficiency of communication circa pre-digital age but even freedom of speech/expression shouldn't be used so "freely."
Silence, magnanimous civility, and getting their name slightly wrong is best. <----- This is something I've learned to do as I've gotten older. And though it may not be as interesting of a reaction as my more explosive ones back when I was angst-ridden, melodramatic, and incredibly defensive, frankly, it's also not as draining. And more elegant really.
I almost have to bite back a giggle whenever I find myself being so artfully civil to someone I don't like. (My mature, all-grown-up-I'm-totally-impervious-to-your-annoying-existence outside may say "Hi hello how do you do?" but inside my childish pretty little head, I'm screaming "I WIN! I WIN! nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!!!")
Why you shouldn't be so quick with a comeback in this day and age.
The internet may have freed us from the bonds of snail mail and wires and just the overall slowness and inefficiency of communication circa pre-digital age but even freedom of speech/expression shouldn't be used so "freely."
Silence, magnanimous civility, and getting their name slightly wrong is best. <----- This is something I've learned to do as I've gotten older. And though it may not be as interesting of a reaction as my more explosive ones back when I was angst-ridden, melodramatic, and incredibly defensive, frankly, it's also not as draining. And more elegant really.
I almost have to bite back a giggle whenever I find myself being so artfully civil to someone I don't like. (My mature, all-grown-up-I'm-totally-impervious-to-your-annoying-existence outside may say "Hi hello how do you do?" but inside my childish pretty little head, I'm screaming "I WIN! I WIN! nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!!!")
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