The Jungle

My heart has been heavy lately with the news of children harshly dying physically or emotionally.

Children should never be separated from their parents nor parents to be separated from their children. 

The most tragic casualty of war are the smallest and youngest humans. They who are born purely innocent and trusting that the world will take care of them. 

Our hope is squandered and mutilated. Either they are homeless, hungry, cold, abused or dead.

Today I had 6 gremlins  in one room. I can't complain. Yes i did a little. Thank God there's cartoon network, disney channel and national geographic. Baby Robyn is happy with bites of protein, some scoops of mango, some serious conversation and a lot of peek-a-boo. The rest were unblinking in front of the tv except for Ka Justo who has a different set of requirements. This dude requires human interaction.   Lucy was with parents and came up when everyone has gone home for their naps and after I have taken a long and refreshing shower. 

Everyone accounted for. No one got hurt and my military tactic worked. They obliged with sauteed camote tops and green papaya for lunch. 

It may sound lame or maybe useless but I offered today's chaos and strife for the Syrian children and children around the planet. Grateful to have my gremlins all in my arms. Grateful there are no waves to snatch them from my embrace. Glad to be of service too.  Relieved we all survived the day! 

I hope their parents turned off their phones and gadgets when they got home. I hope that all mommies and dadas give undivided time looking at each child attentively today and everyday. Except for when fathers are overseas working. Yes they need to skype or face time. It is a must!! 

Now i am alone blogging with this wee little toy that is keeping me company. 

I will say big time prayers tonight. I hope to wake up to a sweet day tomorrow and wish you do too! 

from the kitchen

We work very hard.  We eat what we do for breakfast, lunch and dinner.
I dream about work every night.  We shower and bathe in it.

Mushto Justo the mighty had to go through hunger while waiting for hours for Mommy to finally be free,
physically free from the work we do.  It is not nice but we sacrifice our own for others.

Should I be saying this or be writing about this??  People can be nasty.  They use words they don't even understand.  Someone said over at the bakery, over the hills and over the plains that there's chaos where we work! Hyenas are laughing in the background.

Indeed there is and there will always be because we are not sitting idly if by chaos, they meant we are busy!  

I do not dream of being blessed by mortals.  But yes, some can be NASTY!

How do we come out of this alive?

We hold hands no matter what.  We try not to lose sight of the only reason we are here in this business.  We keep our focus, dedicate our gifts and our time to only one thing:  the children.

May we all live long and prosper!

Parental Guidance

I have 4 offices:  first office is in my school at Antipolo.  Second office is at home in Frogglerocks.  My third office is Facebook and my 4th could be anywhere else in the world.

My third office is where I get to connect with friends but more importantly, this is for my young friends in school.  I get invited enthusiastically by these young people, some cannot even write a sentence yet. 
They find out later that friendship with me in this book of faces has a big tag called prudence, another tag called social responsibility, and one more tag on net etiquette.

I stay awake watching this third office of mine,  and I wonder if every parent is on top of their children's activities especially when they plug in to the cyber world.  Recently,  I was invited by a little girl to be her friend.  Her profile pic was a young woman seductively posed and in that profile album was the same model in her birthday suit.  She is just 8.

Parental guidance and vigilance. That's number one in my Christmas list.

old home, new home

Someone was missing his old place and came to visit one day.  There were remnants of old toys found stashed away in the "let-go bin". 

And the baby crib that was warm and familiar was also being missed...  so Jose came back to sleep in it.

















one more time... in his old crib, in his old home where he turned 1!

  goodbye frogglerocks!  I now live on an Anthill... I hope you can come visit me there, where the citylights are awesome...

As we left and walked under the bridge, I took his photo.

then he gave me his hose so he could take mine.

photo by Jacob

Happy growing on your Anthill Jacob and Jose as Uncle Juaqui and Auntie Anne make your old home under the bridge their new home.

...and they all lived happily ever after.