someone's in a baby-making mood.
seriously, my maternal urges have been in overdrive lately.
normally, the thought of being a parent frightens me. i feel that i don't even have the right to consider parenthood. i mean, i can't even get MY life in order, so the chances of me screwing up as a mommy are pretty high.
but lately, i've found myself forgetting that at times.
and it's all because of this little bundle of joy who calls me tita-ninang (well, his dad will make him, once he learns how to talk).
everytime his parents bring him over, my heart just about swells with love for him. and no, it's not just because he always forgets his box of cerelac so his tita-ninang could enjoy a bowl while watching CSI reruns at 2 a.m. (don't judge, i know of people who eat odder things).
i love how he's so tiny, how he brings up his little feet to his mouth, how he likes being squeezed and cuddled, how he smiles when you call his name (although i still haven't forgiven my kuya for choosing to bastardize the spelling. tell me, what is wrong with "derek"? THAT'S how it's supposed to be spelled.). best of all, i love how he's outgrown the habit of crying everytime i go near him. yes, i am fully aware that this turnabout happened so conveniently near christmas, but that only proves that the baby inherited my smarts (play nice and go along with me on this one) along with the big, round eyes (although his are much nicer. ever notice that boys seem to have longer and curlier lashes than girls?).
and the other day, my best friend/cousin-in-law gave birth to a, oh, i feel my cervix squirming uncomfortably as i'm typing this, 9.something lb. baby girl. i'm a tita-ninang all over again.
too much cuteness, i can barely stand it.
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semi-related, but not really:
my favorite comic book character is catwoman.
my favorite egyptian goddess is bastet.
and if i were to choose an animal whose nature would resemble mine the best, i'd have to go with cats. unlike dogs, who become man's best friends and who are able to do heroic deeds like saving lives and being trained as seeing-eye dogs and all, cats are just, well, cats. they're these little creatures who expect you to feed and take care of them, but who retreat to their own world of preening and prowling once you've done so. they're antisocial, self-absorbed, inclined to spend hours just lazing around, but capable of fierce hissing and scratching whenever they feel like it.
so i guess it makes sense that while i like cats and everything else associated with them, i really am not too keen about sharing a house with one of them. i've enough cattiness to go around, after all.
but the boy adores them. and i, in a moment of weakness, told him that i MIGHT consider us getting a cat in the future.
my reward for that?
"let me have a cat, and i'll let you have more than one kid."
i know i probably shouldn't find it funny that he equates pet kittens with babies, but god help me, that was such a classic kit statement that it just cracked me up.
normally, the thought of being a parent frightens me. i feel that i don't even have the right to consider parenthood. i mean, i can't even get MY life in order, so the chances of me screwing up as a mommy are pretty high.
but lately, i've found myself forgetting that at times.
and it's all because of this little bundle of joy who calls me tita-ninang (well, his dad will make him, once he learns how to talk).
everytime his parents bring him over, my heart just about swells with love for him. and no, it's not just because he always forgets his box of cerelac so his tita-ninang could enjoy a bowl while watching CSI reruns at 2 a.m. (don't judge, i know of people who eat odder things).
i love how he's so tiny, how he brings up his little feet to his mouth, how he likes being squeezed and cuddled, how he smiles when you call his name (although i still haven't forgiven my kuya for choosing to bastardize the spelling. tell me, what is wrong with "derek"? THAT'S how it's supposed to be spelled.). best of all, i love how he's outgrown the habit of crying everytime i go near him. yes, i am fully aware that this turnabout happened so conveniently near christmas, but that only proves that the baby inherited my smarts (play nice and go along with me on this one) along with the big, round eyes (although his are much nicer. ever notice that boys seem to have longer and curlier lashes than girls?).
and the other day, my best friend/cousin-in-law gave birth to a, oh, i feel my cervix squirming uncomfortably as i'm typing this, 9.something lb. baby girl. i'm a tita-ninang all over again.
too much cuteness, i can barely stand it.
...
semi-related, but not really:
my favorite comic book character is catwoman.
my favorite egyptian goddess is bastet.
and if i were to choose an animal whose nature would resemble mine the best, i'd have to go with cats. unlike dogs, who become man's best friends and who are able to do heroic deeds like saving lives and being trained as seeing-eye dogs and all, cats are just, well, cats. they're these little creatures who expect you to feed and take care of them, but who retreat to their own world of preening and prowling once you've done so. they're antisocial, self-absorbed, inclined to spend hours just lazing around, but capable of fierce hissing and scratching whenever they feel like it.
so i guess it makes sense that while i like cats and everything else associated with them, i really am not too keen about sharing a house with one of them. i've enough cattiness to go around, after all.
but the boy adores them. and i, in a moment of weakness, told him that i MIGHT consider us getting a cat in the future.
my reward for that?
"let me have a cat, and i'll let you have more than one kid."
i know i probably shouldn't find it funny that he equates pet kittens with babies, but god help me, that was such a classic kit statement that it just cracked me up.
