Angel Me

When I grow up I want to be an angel.

Yesterday we went to the Gateway Mall. Mommy was so excited, I had no idea why. When we reached the place we were supposed to go to, we passed a lot of people who kept smiling down at me. While being pushed on a stroller, I can only get a good look at people's faces whom we passed by, and my daddy's playful manner of peeking at me from time to time. Upon arriving at our destination, my stomach started grumbling for milk. The temperature in the area was fairly cold, and so my eyes got droopy as I finished up the remains in my milk bottle. When Mommy picked me up from where I lay, I couldn't find Daddy anywhere. Mommy led me into a messed up room full of lightings and props. At first I was laid down on my stomach. At 3 months, I know I should have no problem carrying my head, but I just can't keep at it for too long. While this lady was taking pictures of me, I could sense that she was feeling uncomfortable with the way I carried myself up. The flashes of light were coming at me one after another too fast, as I was pondering whether the ground was soft enough to cushion my head if I let it drop. Next thing I knew I was laying sideways facing this lady who kept trying to make me smile while taking pictures of me. Mommy seemed also intent on getting my attention. And then I saw Daddy. He was quiet the whole time. Just smiling and looking interested. He had this knowing look about me, as though he was expecting me to act the way I did. Mommy on the other hand was all smiles trying her best to get me to smile too. I just had no clue what everybody was up to.

When the photo shoot was over I was led back to the lobby. Grandma was surprisingly there waiting for us. She seemed so happy to see me. It was about after several minutes of hanging out in the lobby when I heard Daddy and Mommy talking about a picture taken of me that was really pretty. It was I heard a portrait of an angel. I couldn't be more excited to see that photograph after having heard their conversation as Daddy wheeled me out of the lobby.

When I grow up... I want to be an angel!

A Happy Little Me

I am now officially 3 months and a day old! I was surprised to see Mommy and Daddy arrive yesterday carrying a box of what seemed to be a delectable choice of grown-up food. A Red Ribbon Triple Chocolate Cake Delight. Yep! It's the thought that counts!

Mommy was so giddy on taking pictures of us. She was the one who placed the candles on my cake. They were by the way a pink, a blue, and a yellow. Daddy called them magic candles. When he lighted them up, the candles' flames were glittered with sparks. Daddy gasped when he found out. He obviously had no idea why he called them Magic Candles. hee.

I was asleep when they both kind of woke me up for the celebration. Still groggy from sleep, I managed to keep them giggling with excitement probably thinking I can blow off the candle lights at my age. Sure enough, I didn't even give it a try. And when Mommy huffed and puffed and blew the flames with all her might, they were put out! But only for a second. Immediately the flames rose again. Daddy and Mommy huffed and puffed until all the excitement turned into panic. The flames just kept coming back no matter what. Daddy had to pull out the candles while Mommy continuously blew on them because they were so close to touching the cake already if they weren't removed. For some reason the candles fell into a deep sleep right after that. I guess that's why they call 'em Magic Candles.

Before they led me away from my cake because they were about to consume it, I had a quick glance on what was written. It said, "Happy 3rd Month Leila! Love, Mommy and Daddy"

Counting Sunsets

I chirped and twittered
Please take me away
Breeze over the Thames
Fly by the Alps

Sing me a song
Laugh with the birds
Take me to Athens
Show me the world

Tell me your name
Grant me a smile
Count me the sunsets
Stay for a while

Shatter my senses
Teach me to shiver
Help them remember
Love me forever

Indisposed

I feel bad for Mommy. She's obviously not feeling well. ( I think she's having a mild case of the flu.. ) Mommy's always saying she shouldn't be kissing me and keep carrying me around because I might catch whatever she's got. I'm thinking she may have gotten it from me! I fell sick and was feverish in just over a week ago, with my temperature shooting up to 37.8 degrees! And then I was coughing now and then after that. Mommy could have been infected. She's already started coughing last night. I overheard her saying she doesn't feel like working today, but she still went off with Daddy. Poor Mommy, I wish I didn't have to infect her with anything so she can still have fun and smile a lot. I hope she's okay wherever she is right now. I hope she gets well really soon.

My Upcoming Baptism

I had a blast on my weekend. Not only did I have Mommy and Daddy for myself, I actually had visitors! Well, two people would count as visitors won't they? One of 'em was my Uncle Russel who always finds it funny when he tickles me all over. When I grow up, I'll have him tied to a chair and tickle him myself till he gags laughing. Talk about thoughts of cruelty at a young age. I was just kidding.. I guess he can make it up to me by simply bringing along his famous spaghetti concoction whenever he visits. AND a whole bunch of new clothes and PC games!

Tagging along with him was a handsome twentyish guy sporting a funny goatee right under his lower lip. Daddy said I can start calling him Ninong Jhon, for he was signed up as one of my Godfathers on my upcoming Christening. He'll probably swear that whoever brings harm to his Goddaughter shall sleep with the fish. Mommy actually took home some pretty dresses she wants me to wear on that fateful day. I so much love 'em as she does. Can't wait to try them on but only after they have been machine washed to get rid of the formaldehyde ( that which prevents mildew in clothes shipped a long way) and excess dye. I had recently recovered from a terrible rash. Mr. Doctor says it could be an allergic reaction to some allergen. I may have picked up my allergies from Daddy who has a lot of 'em. Daddy says allergies are a result of a hypersensitive immune system. He says certain protein molecules could have triggered my allergic symptoms. I wonder why he doesn't get a nosebleed whenever I speak baby to him..

I'm looking forward to my Baptism. Grandma says I'll be a soldier for Jesus. I wonder what that means..

Night and Day

I am now able to distinguish between night and day. Night is when the world seems to fall back in contemplation about the colors and images and sounds that were so amazingly vivid and beautiful during the day. Night is when Mommy and Daddy are not around to play and pick me up and shower me with kisses and pinches everywhere. (I'm missing them...) Night is when I somehow choose not to make cooing sounds and gurgles so as not to wake anybody up. Coz I've noticed people always tend to copy me as if they were just learning to talk. Or speak a new language. Night is when my favorite colors are somewhere else in the planet. Night is when I find it more comfortable napping after each routine feeding. (yep, they're noticeably routine) Night is when little angels are there to watch me and keep me safe from the bogeyman. Nights are when I can wish upon a handful of twinkling lights outside my window, be it stars or city lights, whichever is plenty. Nights give me something to be thankful for: how lucky I am to have such loving parents, and for the bright sunny day that has been.

Despite the setbacks, I love it at nighttime. I just wish Mommy and Daddy are always here. I wonder where they could be... One thing I'm sure about is that they definitely miss me too, because whenever I wake up in the morning, I would find myself snuggled in their arms amidst the kisses. I can't wait for nighttime. By then I can wish upon the night lights for my Mommy and Daddy to know how much I love them sooo dearly. Amen.

A Brief Sigh

I could barely remember that moment when I let out my first breath in the delivery room. It felt like I was choking, but from the inside out. My lungs were too weak to yammer. My eyes were shut and puffy. I could only stop and listen to the vague murmurs that have been mixed with my shrill cries. Everybody seemed busy. Everything was a bustle. I wondered why I had to be summoned to this new experience, why I had to be taken away from my safe haven. I was curious. And a bit a afraid. But curious.