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Signs of Drowning

I initially planned on having all original content for this blog, but then every now and then I come across some sites which I want to share with you guys. Since I’m also very forgetful, it works out.

This morning, Pao shared with me this post by Mario Vittone on drowning:

It’s really alarming and something that every person needs to know. According to this post:

“It is the number two cause of accidental death in children, age 15 and under (just behind vehicle accidents) – of the approximately 750 children who will drown next year, about 375 of them will do so within 25 yards of a parent or other adult. In ten percent of those drownings, the adult will actually watch them do it, having no idea it is happening (source: CDC).”

Shit.

In the post, Vittone lists the signs of instinctive drowning response, which is what we do to avoid drowning. From experience, I can attest that it’s impossible to shout out when you’re drowning. My dad was in the same swimming pool when it happened to me, and if it wasn’t for a stranger who saw me struggling, I wouldn’t be here today.

So please do read the article and share it with your friends and family.

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Posted by on 03/30/2012 in Good to Know, Others, Uncategorized

 

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Getting Carried Away

So the bear is finally a year old. Time flew by so fast. In a couple of months, we’ll be converting her crib into a toddler bed. A toddler bed – can you imagine? That’s crazy!

Meia is so noisy nowadays. Still unable to regulate her voice, she says everything really loud. She also has a couple of words down pat – Mamama for me, Papapapapa for her Daddy, Ma! for her Oma, turtle (her first word!) for the variety of turtle stuff toys and figurines that she coopted inherited from me, and cake (uh oh). She can also do some signs – milk, eat, and more. She can clap, high five, do beautiful eyes (which is more like a blink rather than a bat of her lashes), give a flying kiss, and do align (a forefinger’s version of a high-five). She knows where her head is, her nose, tummy, and belly button. Incidentally she also knows where my tummy is — she’d point to it and start laughing. Laughing. Uncontrollably. Hmph. Look kid, I know it’s fat and flabby, but to laugh at my belly that got big to accommodate your presence in the first place is so. not. cool. *scowl*

Anyway, where was I? Oh yes, I was getting all sentimental before I remembered why I needed to diet…

Every now and then I look at Meia and imagine what she’ll be when she grows up. I like looking at everything she does as a sign, a hint, of her future career.

Meia loves to destroy read books. Will she grow up to be a writer like her father? a lawyer? a journalist (do they still exist?)? a TV anchor? If a writer, what kind of writer? Will she write books? Or maybe work on a screenplay?

Unlike her mother, Meia loves to dress up. Will she be a model? A designer? Will she sew her own clothes like the designers in project runway? How about a fashionista? God, I hope not a fashionista. Paolo and I don’t make enough to fund the wardrobe of a fashionista.

Meia is also a very active bear. She loves the water, to play with her ball, to chase bubbles, and to drive us insane. Will she be a marine biologist? An athlete? If an athlete, will she be really good and possibly join the olympics? Or better yet, be a WWE Diva (Kharma not Kelly Kelly)? Please be a WWE Diva. Then maybe you can date someone like George Clooney and live a beautiful Hollywood lifestyle and give us free tickets to Wrestlemania.

 
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Posted by on 03/23/2012 in Parenthood, Uncategorized

 

Happy Birthday, Bouncing Bear!

My little bear just turned one! My infant has now transformed into a toddler – and I couldn’t be any happier.

We had a wonderful event-filled birthday weekend. I’ll tell you all about it next time as I’m having difficulty finding time to blog. Work is getting a little crazy plus there’s that dreaded exam next week that I haven’t even studied for. At the home front, I’m trying to finish as much as I can of What to Expect – The Second Year (turns out that this edition of the book is arranged by topic and not by age, so I couldn’t get away with reading a chapter a month!). I’m also doing as much research as I can on the bear’s new diet. Then there’s weaning. Seems like only yesterday that I was learning how to breastfeed, and now it’s time for me to stop. 😦

In the meantime, let me share with you some of our pictures from Meia’s birthday weekend as well as a beautiful post by the hubby over at his Facebook page.

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Meia’s First Birthday

by Paolo Chikiamco on Sunday, March 4, 2012 at 2:43pm ·

I’m a writer, so it’s strange for me to be so averse to distilling an experience down to a thousand words or so. Still, that’s exactly how I feel about fatherhood. Meia’s just celebrated her first birthday, and still I feel that it’s somehow to early to start writing about it, as if these past few months could dissipate like a bubble when forced to bear the weight of my words. Maybe someday. But I’m still a writer, and I still feel the need to express in language what the experience has been like for me. For now, the words of others will have to suffice.

“If anything Fatherhood has made me more of a person.

I’m happier than I’ve ever been, and sadder.

I’m more aware of the moment, and more anxious for the future. I’m angrier and more content.

I’m more patient and more frustrated, much more mentally stimulated and a lot more bored.

It’s a very long shopping list of contradictory emotions often experienced simultaneously.

I’m a prince and stepmother, king and stepsister, horsey and fairy god-mother.

I’m a slob and chauffeur, teacher and pupil, nurse and sergeant major.

Dispenser of hugs, sympathy, ultimatums, and, moral guidance. The manners police and the hygienist.

I’m a chemist and cash dispenser.

Dancer and tickler. Monster.

Bum wiper and bather. Grump and storyteller.

Tyrant, pushover, builder, and cleaning lady.

Husband and son.

Dad.”

~ From “Little Star” by Andi Watson, a book I bought years ago, and kept unread until Meia was born, somehow knowing–yes, even then–that it would capture the experience almost perfectly.

Happy birthday Little Star. Your mom and I love you very much.

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Posted by on 03/08/2012 in Parenthood, Uncategorized

 

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