Her Birthday Wish

"So what do you want to do for your 3rd birthday, Bela?" Patty asked our little girl. "Do you want to have a party? Or do you want to go to Anvaya?"

"Hmmm," she gave the question serious thought. "I think I want to have a party?"

"Okay, Bela, we'll have a party," Patty said. "And where do you want to have the party?"

"In Anvaya, of course!"

Not Too Old Enough

Gabi is 6 years old now and is in Grade 1 already. Our baby has now grown up. He no longer snuggles up to Patty and I in bed. Getting him to kiss us in the morning is already difficult. I dread the day that he will ask me not to hug him in front of his friends.

But once in a while he still shows flashes of his old sweet self. Like one day last week when he left these love notes on my office desk.

Moody One

I hurriedly woke Bela up from her nap when I got home at lunch time. I had to get her ready for school and it was already getting late.

Wrong move. She turned cranky. And difficult. 

She wanted to wear her red uniform instead of the prescribed blue. So I made her wear one on top of the other. 

Then she insisted on wearing her kuya's big shoes even if she ended up stumbling all the way to school. 

But at least she was smiling now, giggling as she entered her classroom with her funny clown outfit.