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term="series" /><category term="writing" /><category term="health" /><category term="hair bows" /><category term="mic" /><title>Septembercharm</title><subtitle type="html">An understanding of the wonders of everyday LIFE.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Stef Cruz</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105252254819801048620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-25BfK2iEKlM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACco/Air4qXfZd5c/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" 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Sweetness and Thoughtfulness</title><content type="html">&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;Whenever I look at Roey, it suddenly becomes a reminder to me that time really do pass fast. It was not long ago when all she wanted was milk and corresponds with just her giggles and cries. Now, she has become unstoppable. So kulit, likot and sometimes a little naughty. I find myself, my patience, tested almost everyday. It isn't just her though, I also have a growing up 10 year old daughter who sometimes feel neglected (even if she's not!).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Trebuchet MS, sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Me: "May bago!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Roey: "Gusto mo yan Momi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Me: " Yes baby, di ba meron ako ganyan?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Roey: "Ibili kita ganyan ha? Gusto mo nyan, bili kita!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Watching GGV...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Me: "Ang ganda ng legs ni Vice."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Roey: "Gusto mo yun Momi?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Me: "Ganda legs nya, why?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Roey: "Bili kita nyun!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;" /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: #333333; line-height: 17px;"&gt;Haha! Ang sweet lang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy 40th month to our lovable ROEY!&lt;/div&gt;
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Days passed too quick that it surprised me how big she is now. She still pretend to be a baby though - I just could not carry her in my arms that long anymore. Roey has shown big developments and we are really happy for her. She even wanted to attend school - actually, she has been asking for me to allow her to go with her big sister K at school!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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- She can say her name and nickname.&lt;/div&gt;
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- She can answer questions and asks a lot too.&lt;/div&gt;
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- Can draw a stick person, some shapes &amp;amp; letters.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Mommy, look at my tummy, it is already big. I don;t want a big tummy like yours. I will not eat rice, I'll just drink my milk. I want a flat tummy like my (big) sister K."&lt;/div&gt;
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I was startled! &amp;nbsp;Now that is NOT normal! But I find it funny! She must have heard it from someone or must have been listening to our conversation and jokes about my belly. I just had to remind her again that at her age, she should be eating healthy for her to be strong, healthy and pretty. She replied with a very sweet - "Okay".&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sometimes, I wonder how other Moms handle situations that really pisses off a person. My closest friends know me to be calm and patient with my kids. Yes and no!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I have had my share of really-mad-mom moments but rarely outside the four corners of the house. I make it a point to keep my composure and breeding when my girls gives me more than a doze of instant headache. That is especially when we're out - supposedly having fun and making memories. You may wonder why I suddenly made a post of this... I am not sure as well. But, I think this is the easiest way for me to somehow unload, write the feelings down. I often find myself nagging - my girls are like attending an everyday sermon. They both can really transform me - from sweet &amp;amp; demure to a monster mom! It just came to me as a surprise that even of different ages, they can be both impolite, stubborn and self-centered AT THE SAME TIME! Whew! I am just so glad that my Mama has well guided me that I have developed the ability of self-control and I choose my battles. Parenting did not really come with a manual or guide book, you know!&lt;/div&gt;
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One good thing about my elder daughter is that after our sermon, after her tears and once both our "anger" fade, we still talk. Its as if the BOSS up in heaven signals for us to look into each other's eyes and we end up hugging each other. K also prays the rosary with me for a week now. The image of Virgen Delos Remedios is at home. I am really thankful that both my girls are growing up to be God-fearing.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I just had to post this to release my tantrums. This too shall pass! And after typing that famous phrase, I realized that it is nice to be growing up with my kids. I so LOVE 'em!&lt;/div&gt;
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Since she turned 3, Roey's grown fast - mentally and physically. A number of her big sister's hand me down clothes will no longer fit her or rather look small/short on her. She has been a little picky when it comes to clothing (she prefers the "sporty" wear). She continue to amaze us with her wit and energy. Yes, she is really energetic even in between sick days. She is playful, curious, talkative (and loud at that), silly, ambitious at her young age and sweet. She said that she's also pretty! LOL! I must be very lucky you may say. But hey, there's more! She is also like any other toddler there is -&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Gets envious of her big sister.&lt;/div&gt;
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Gets too picky with food and clothes.&lt;/div&gt;
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I can name few more of what I call Roey cons but even if I do, it would not change the fact that we truly and madly LOVE her. Some would say that this generation's behavior is because of their milk. Hmmm, I can't agree whole-heartedly with that. I actually breastfed her for 5 months. Now that she's 3, we chose Nido 3+ for her and glad that she liked it instantly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Late last year, we saw Nestle Nido 3+ in a different packaging. The 1000g pack (normally in cans) has a free canister. I immediately thought of the possible purposes of the canister once empty (my creative mind must have been awake that time!) and so we ended up buying the ones with freebies. We now have 3 canisters (we did not see this freebie offer for few weeks). The first 2 canisters already contain flour and cocoa powder! I am planning to use the new one for sugar and I am hoping to still catch up the promo next week so I'll have one for the powdered sugar, one for baking soda, one for chocolate chips, for Brown sugar, for baking powder and many more!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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In short, the best part is for Roey (the milk, of course!) and what's left is for Mommy! Hooray! I am not planning on using the canisters for their toys because it is obviously too small - I have durable plastic boxes for their toys!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I'd like to say that I once didn't know I have all these but of course, I am no perfect! It could be unbelievable to many that a person can have all these characteristics but I know and I believe that we all do. But being human won't allow one to have and show these characteristics at our best all at once. For now, let me just reminisce and be thankful that I was once part of a great team and made friends with great people!&lt;/div&gt;
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They are not just childhood friends by the way, they are my lifetime friends! These people have not just made my childhood happy and memorable but also contributed to the ME now. I can enumerate a lot of fond memories we have had as kids, then as teens and as adults but I may tire you with that. On second thought, I don't think you'll get tired with almost endless happy, dramatic and life-changing stories and experiences we all have had but still, I will not enumerate them out of respect.&lt;/div&gt;
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It was the first week of December when Herbert came home from his work abroad for a month long vacation. We have other friends from different part of the world and rarely does a chance like this come so, prior to his homecoming, we've already made plans for another get together (We had one last September with Ate Mercy).&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I woke up today with a sad heart because today is my Mama's 2nd death anniversary. But my sadness tripled as I have learned about this heartbreaking news - lives lost in a tragic mass shooting in Newtown, Connecticut. I could not imagine how frightened these kids were. All I can do now as a parent is to hug and kiss my daughters while they are still sleeping and whisper a prayer for the souls of the victims.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here's something I made out of the feeling this incident brought me. The same feeling goes to the Filipino families affected by the super typhoon Pablo. We have seen a lot of these but it hurts and we can't help but feel sorry for all those affected everytime. A lot of us once said that we don't have any, or we don't have money to give. Deep within, we know there's something we can give. It isn't just money. There's always something we no longer use or need that we can maybe donate to these families who've lost all they have. We can also schedule and offer a mass for them. Each little act and kindness, seen, heard or not will always be counted -- in heaven!&lt;/div&gt;
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Not so long ago, I was getting impatient waiting for my water broke or feel the pain of labor. Our Roey baby arrived exactly on her 40th week. That was 3 years ago...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Look at her now... She has just turned 3! A lot would notice that she's tall for her age. In fact, she's as tall as our neighbor's 4yo son. Someone also thought she is in preschool already.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since she celebrated her 3rd birthday, I decided to tag her along at a mall near us and got her a new dress. That photo above isn't the dress we got for her, haha! I loved it but she said she didn't like that particular dress...she maybe referring to the color. I can only smile how picky she can be with what to wear. Do I have a fashionista in the making?&lt;/div&gt;
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Perhaps a model? Look at how graceful and confident she is in front of the camera. She doesn't just like to smile in front of the camera by the way, she also loves to be behind it and click away. This has just reminded me that my Nikon digital camera's battery is busted! Since she managed to learn how to use the camera, she also taught herself on how to switch from camera mode to viewing mode. Pretty smart huh? Unfortunately, she forgot to turn the camera off after viewing her photos. I was not aware until I was ready to use the camera after about 2 days. I tried to recharge it but to no good. It won't charge up anymore. I just really hope it's just the battery because I am not ready to bid farewell yet to my 1yo camera. I, of course did not blame my little girl. She already misses the camera so I decided to look for her toy cam and let her use that instead. Good thing the camera looks like a real one but you can not honestly just deceive this toddler of mine...she's not using the toy cam anymore and kept asking if the battery of the real one is still low. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy birthday sweetie pie! Though late, this post is wholeheartedly for you. Thank you for keeping me alive and for those sweet "I love you Mommy" everyday. Mwah!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;Educate her early.&lt;/b&gt; Don’t wait until your daughter gets her first period before educating her about the menstrual cycle. It’s important that she knows exactly what to do when the day finally comes. Additionally, you may want to clear up any misconceptions she may have gotten from her classmates and friends. Talk to her in a way that is age-appropriate; if she begins asking questions at an early age, you may answer her questions in general terms without going into overwhelming specifics.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;It was a hot Sunday last April 22 and I almost did not want to go out but thought about the kids. It's Ate K's school&amp;nbsp;vacation yet she's mostly at the house (pretty much doing nothing - except play and fight with the younger sister) and the activity was intended for toddlers, Roey is a toddler who needs to have fun and learn at the same time... besides, the 3 of us haven't been out for sometime - so, I dressed up the kids and head on to trinoma. It was a good decision I guess, Baby Magazine is one of the sponsors of Baby Blast 3 and I got the chance to grab a copy of their March issue (plus one past issue) for less than the original price. It doesn't stop there, I got to talk to one of the ladies in their booth and allowed me to still claim Roey's prize just as long as I call before visiting their office. Yehey!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Goggles&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Swimming rings and arm floaties&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;pocket money / coins&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;snack&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;baby powder&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;insect&amp;nbsp;repellent&amp;nbsp;patches or lotion especially for overnight stay&lt;/li&gt;
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Yesterday, my daughters had fun "swimming" in a large basin. LOL!&lt;/div&gt;
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The small&amp;nbsp;inflatable&amp;nbsp;pool we have won't keep the air that long anymore so they end up using the basin instead. My elder daughter is just so excited to hit a real pool saying they won't fit in just one basin. Ha! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;
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I attended this year's parenting seminar at my daughter's school, Marian School of QC. I had to tag them along which made our travel to and from a bit tiring. Little toddler Roey kept asking me to carry her because &amp;nbsp; it was "init! init!" (hot) according to her. &amp;nbsp;We were a little late since I still have to finish some task before yesterday's cut off. &amp;nbsp;Even so, I still enjoyed the half part of the seminar itself and so as learned a lot too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;I have been wondering how to properly address issues with my daughters. I suddenly find myself irritable especially when the 2 of them are present. Why? They just clash! I hate it when I start to nag, shout and feel angry about things they can't get along with together. The big sister has started to be annoyed by the little one's spontaneity and curiosity. They would fight because of the littlest things. These everyday hurdle is really unexpected as I was hopeful that the big sister will be very understanding of Roey. I guess it is really isn't advisable to have kids that has 7 years (or more) age gap. I started to feel guilt whenever I feel mad because &amp;nbsp;they both won't cooperate most of the time. It is even harder when they start to attack each other. I don't hit my kids. Spanking is the last option for me and it can be used when the kid can already understand but hubby's style is different and I think that's where they both got the idea of hitting each other. If you don't know my kids, you'd think I have boys but will be confused why they scream a lot too. Being a Mom is something that you can't just walk away from. I would never give up too, even it is definitely hard. These two mini mes are the most precious treasures I have. I am but glad to have attended this year's parenting seminar. I understood my kids and ME. I am now challenged to handle it better, and calmer.&lt;br /&gt;
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The speaker, Mrs. P. Nieto with my daughters&lt;/div&gt;
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We were given hand outs about the seminar itself and I would like to share it with everyone too. It was as if the topic was picked perfectly for me. About stubborn and argumentative teens/kids.&lt;/div&gt;
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First, why are they feeling angry?&lt;/div&gt;
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They are battling with daily difficulties and is trying to make sense of emotional issues such as:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Dealing with friends&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Positive and negative peer pressure&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Separation/disagreement of parents&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Being treated unfairly&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Taking too many&amp;nbsp;activities&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Chronic&amp;nbsp;illness or death of a loved one&lt;/li&gt;
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It was highlighted in the seminar that parents are often caught by surprise and react by either yelling or arguing back their kids for showing their anger. In fact, teens have poor coping skills and getting angry is the only way they know on how to avoid feeling hurt or afraid. There were options to help the teens/kids cope up with their frustrations and they are:&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;Focus on his/her feelings&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Ask them about unresolved conflict they might be facing&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Help your teen work towards a solution&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Understand the situation fro your teen's perspective&lt;/li&gt;
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There are still plenty of info I would share on my next posts about what I have learned about the seminar. For now, I am but glad to have spent the time because I got to think about what I have said and done in the past couple of days - they weren't helpful to my kids nor to me as a parent. Strategies from now on will be re-evaluated and approach will be redefined.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Septembercharm/~4/7lJNTgaXy7A" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7633480711801192892/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300276190553581756&amp;postID=7633480711801192892&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/7633480711801192892?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/7633480711801192892?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Septembercharm/~3/7lJNTgaXy7A/marian-schools-parenting-seminar.html" title="Marian School's Parenting Seminar" /><author><name>Stef Cruz</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105252254819801048620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-25BfK2iEKlM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACco/Air4qXfZd5c/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FyHCloJKkRM/T2QswTKLdlI/AAAAAAAAByw/UF5YJFiIPj8/s72-c/DSCN4651.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/2012/03/marian-schools-parenting-seminar.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak8DQ30yeSp7ImA9WhVSF0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300276190553581756.post-5258965012159517152</id><published>2012-03-14T08:03:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-03-15T07:47:52.391+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-03-15T07:47:52.391+08:00</app:edited><title>We Were Invited!</title><content type="html">I am currently in the look for cute invitations and cake designs - in preparation for my toddler's 3rd birthday perhaps?&lt;br /&gt;
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My kids and I were invited to Miggi's 3rd birthday party last February. It was well attended by kids and kids at heart alike. The cake, cupcakes, loots, gifts, balloons, food and games made everything about the said event fun. My dear friend Jo requested for me to create the party invitations for Miggi and I gladly did. Of course, I am no pro in Photoshop and all but I tried my best and glad that she liked the tarpaulin and invitation I made for Miggi.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, for better and professional &lt;a href="http://www.invitationbox.com/partyinvitations.html"&gt;party invitations&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;, there are people, companies and websites you can go to. I only made one for Miggi as my gift to him. For me to be able to create one, I had to browse the net and be inspired from various party invitations I saw from InvitationBox's collection. I would like to jump for joy and celebrate after I have finished making the party invitation and so as the tarpaulin.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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As we all know, life is a celebration. Issues come and go and at the end of the day, there are still a lot to be thankful for and celebrate. Every life's event is&amp;nbsp;something&amp;nbsp;to look forward to and be&amp;nbsp;happy&amp;nbsp;about. Just like birthdays - be it themed or just a simple one. Any party will never be without an&amp;nbsp;invitation&amp;nbsp;of course! Making your party invitations chic, lovely,&amp;nbsp;unique, artistic and out of the ordinary is really up to you. These event invitations serves as a hint to your guests on how lovely and fun the party would be and who doesn't like to be in a fun-filled party after all? Kids and the old ones will definitely be happy to celebrate with you. So, if you are planning to have a memorable party for yourself, someone special, a relative or a friend, it is really best to start with planning - theme, party invitations, venue, food, games, and favors too! Starting with a very &amp;nbsp;nice theme and invitations will serve as your sparklers and will keep the ball rolling. You don't need to be a pro in organizing a party yourself but if you would like to save all the energy and avoid all the hassle, there's a lot in the web to do it for you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Even before March has started, the temperature has soared high here in the Philippines. And besides the fact that March is the "Fire Prevention Month", it is also the start of summer. My toddler Roey's very active and perspires a lot too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Summer doesn't only means hot temperature, it also&amp;nbsp;brings forth harmful UV rays. The UV Rays of course is harmful to our skin and especially to the kids. Since&amp;nbsp;skin diseases are very much common during summer, we have to be cautious and protect our kids. Wearing comfy and cotton made garments are the best for our kids. &amp;nbsp;Applying sunscreen is really important. It's as if sunscreen has become a magical tool especially during summer. There are different types of sunscreen to use for children 6years and younger and older too. We just have to be sure that we get the ones with the highest SPF for kids especially if they're to spend hours under the sun. Re-applying sunscreen every 3 hours is most advisable. &lt;br /&gt;
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Choosing the right shampoo and soap is very important too. What I have for Roey is the Johnson's baby soft &amp;amp; shiny shampoo and Ate K picked the Palmolive Naturals' Fashion Girl shampoo &amp;amp; conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Ate K was still at school the other day when I had Roey wear a hand me down swim suit and let her do her "smimming" in a large basin that I use for the laundry. It was less than 30 minutes but she totally had fun.&lt;br /&gt;
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Had a nice weekend bonding with my sweethearts!&lt;/div&gt;
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This, if I am not mistaken is our first photo together for 2012 - the tres marias!&lt;/div&gt;
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Sweet little Roey is growing up so fast and totally shows fondness of her big sister. She would even cry out loud each weekday morning (that she's awake) Ate K goes to school.&lt;/div&gt;
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She has also started showing modeling, singing, and acting abilities. I wish for these to develop as her talents. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Big sister Ate K on the other hand became fond of gadgets! She was playing The Price Is Right on my iTouch when this was taken.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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I really treasure each day I spend with the kids. It makes me feel complete as we all know that we can't have everything, right? These sweethearts are my everything. I want them to grow up independently but still have in their hearts and mind the fact that Mommy here is the bestest friend they already have.&lt;/div&gt;
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These Heart chocolates was given by hubby 2 days before Valentine's day. They taste good, really and I am asking for him to bring more. Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Fabruary 13-15 was my elder daughter's mid-quarter exams so they celebrated Valentine's and Teacher's Day last February 16 instead. I was able to buy a dozen of hand sanitizers for each of her teacher. We also made a personalized card/tag which we attached to the the sanitizer. Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.sherykdesigns-blog.com/"&gt; Sherry K Designs&lt;/a&gt; for the paper designs.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was with little Roey when I brought the stuff to Ate K at her school in Sauyo Road. Little&amp;nbsp;toddler&amp;nbsp;cried out loud when big sister K had to go back to her classroom. Iguess she thinks she's as big as Ate K already and wants to be with kids at school.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now, where is the cheapest play&amp;nbsp;school&amp;nbsp;here?&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Septembercharm/~4/Bbz0vIvKGbU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/feeds/6362857694136066573/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300276190553581756&amp;postID=6362857694136066573&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/6362857694136066573?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/6362857694136066573?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Septembercharm/~3/Bbz0vIvKGbU/valentine-that-was.html" title="The Valentine That Was" /><author><name>Stef Cruz</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105252254819801048620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-25BfK2iEKlM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACco/Air4qXfZd5c/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OhyilJA2l7Q/T0HS4K95tMI/AAAAAAAABuY/n-chtdz6RNY/s72-c/DSCN4188.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/2012/02/valentine-that-was.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cBR385fyp7ImA9WhRbGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300276190553581756.post-5914648023088676704</id><published>2012-02-11T07:02:00.001+08:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T07:04:16.127+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-11T07:04:16.127+08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="infection" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="kids" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="birthday" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="toddler" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pink fridays" /><title>My Brave Toddler</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;
In one my recent posts, I have mentioned and shared photos of Ate K who had flu. In that same post, I mentioned that little Roey got sick too the week after. She had a viral infection and her lab results (stool and blood) proved that too.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;If I am to compare my kids when they are faced with sickness like these, I have noticed that little Roey is more of a fighter than her big sister. Ate K gets&amp;nbsp;scared&amp;nbsp;with anything that requires an injection or a needle while Roey would not react at all. Well, Ate K was this brave too when she was just a baby until her toddler years. I think her trauma with needles started when she was 2 yo and confined at St. Luke's Hospital. There were several attempts in both her wrists and even in her right foot when they needed to administer dextrose. It actually required 2 doctors and 3 nurses just for them to find the perfect place to put it. I clearly remember the look in Ate K's face that moment. I really feel pity for her that she had to undergo such pain at that age.&lt;br /&gt;
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Roey was hospitalized too when she was just 15 months old, a month after Mama died. It was because of diarrhea. Her trauma is different from big sister K. After her release, Roey would never allow me to leave her. She became so clingy to me that even if I enter our own comfort room, she'll be there...standing by. LoL!&lt;br /&gt;
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These photos were taken during Roey's check up and my sister in law's birthday. She gladly posed for me while we were waiting for her lab results at the Bernardino General Hospital. See that Green Mickey Mouse shirt? She wouldn't allow me to replace it, even if it's one of her "pambahay" already. She just loves MM so much. She was better during Ghe's (my sister in law) birthday dinner celebration.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, most of the time, this is where we meet up - Jollibee SM City NE Main building. I was with both my kids that day and we weren't really ready with all the gifts so our gifts aren't wrapped at all. No surprise element, I must say. I have mentioned in my previous post that I wasn't really with me that season, right? I guess preparing for the holidays was not in my system too.&lt;br /&gt;
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There were already food when we arrived. The kids eagerly opened their gifts and played right after eating. While of course, moms had a nice chit-chat while Allan and Ariel were on stand by mode. LoL! Ronald was not with us since he was at work.&lt;br /&gt;
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Ate K and Sean. A very slim girl and a chubby not that big yet boy. They were of the same age and have that friendly fondness even if they rarely see each other. I always wish Sean could give some fats and muscles to Ate K. Haha!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our meet up was a little short than usual but I am sure there'll ne another one as Bernadette will be giving birth soon. I will have to prepare some of my daughters' tiny dresses because she is finally having a baby girl!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Septembercharm/~4/yOUctRODoME" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/feeds/7377925477763788497/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8300276190553581756&amp;postID=7377925477763788497&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/7377925477763788497?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8300276190553581756/posts/default/7377925477763788497?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Septembercharm/~3/yOUctRODoME/post-holiday-meet-up-hs-friends.html" title="Post Holiday Meet Up: HS Friends" /><author><name>Stef Cruz</name><uri>https://plus.google.com/105252254819801048620</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="//lh6.googleusercontent.com/-25BfK2iEKlM/AAAAAAAAAAI/AAAAAAAACco/Air4qXfZd5c/s512-c/photo.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-brH9OCCCQw4/TzMf4Waq1NI/AAAAAAAABtY/89Z6MqFzHBU/s72-c/DSCN3531.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://septembercharm.blogspot.com/2012/02/post-holiday-meet-up-hs-friends.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4BQXcyeCp7ImA9WhRUGUw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8300276190553581756.post-3863777143094611017</id><published>2012-01-30T18:22:00.002+08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T18:22:30.990+08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T18:22:30.990+08:00</app:edited><title>27th month!</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;This little sweetie...&lt;/div&gt;
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made this!&lt;/div&gt;
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And sang, "Oh Mr. Sun! Sun! Mr. Golden sun! Please shine down on me!"&lt;/div&gt;
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She's turned 27th months last January 27 and is growing up so fast I am having to catch up. She's been so talkative, sings a lot, dances a lot more and can already act. Am I gonna be a real stage mother in the future? Ha! Ha!&lt;/div&gt;
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Happy 27th month darling Roey!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; line-height: 14px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I won't be always strong&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 14px;"&gt;Going through life's test isn't as easy as passing an entrance examination. It's totally tough to weigh, think and feel when you are already in it..in that situation. Deep and thorough - that's how it cuts! It is painful. I am not sure how I can not over react. Is it a gift to be understanding? Is it good to be open minded? Is it best to be forgiving?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I can't help but feel a little different last Christmas. It could be because I'm again missing Mama. This is our 2nd Christmas without her. But she's at a better place I know, and in fact, she's with the birthday celebrant. She's sure happier in heaven. Another reason it is a little different is we weren't able to shop for gift items to give to our friends and family. It was like everything was in a rush.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our Christmas day was busy and fun! We first went to hubby's aunt in Project 8. Photo shows Auntie Estela, Kuya Robert behind, Ate Keanna, Gabby, Kate, Roey, Tatay and Kenneth.&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Then we're off to Howmart Road and had a blast of fun. I didn't know my relatives are having a Christmas party that day so I decided to just purchase lots of candies to share instead. The girls had so much fun playing, singing and dancing. We had a great time laughing during the exchange gift giving part of the party.&lt;br /&gt;
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When I was little, I call Aunt Baby my Auntie-Ninang (Aunt and Godmother at the same time). In this photo together, I can see her resemblance with Mama. That has made me miss Mama more.&lt;br /&gt;
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To sum it up, we had a fun filled Christmas! As long as the kids are happy, I am happier!&lt;br /&gt;
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I can say that I have been so blessed to have a happy childhood and so as gained many friends too. The memories and experiences we've all shared are definitely worth looking back. We all can't help but feel nostalgic during the holidays, right?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Here are 5 old photos with friends. Go ahead and look for me, if you can. =)&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Thess, Stef, Jo, Dylin, Jojo (RIP) and Lyn&lt;/div&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;At Eternal Gardens in QC&lt;/div&gt;
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And now, here are our latest photos together. We had a small get together last December 17 at Jo's place and it was really fun. Ate Dylin who we believed to be in Hong Kong surprised us by her presence. We had a chance to look back at past. Our craziness &amp;amp; childish ways before are now things that we can laugh about. Each of us has something to share and shared. Our thoughts and experiences are always considered as a "learning" to each one of us. I truly treasure my childhood friends. I wouldn't go on the details but time and chances have tested us. For me, our friendship is spelled F-O-R-E-V-E-R!&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;Nica, Amphy, Jo and Cristina&lt;/div&gt;
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Chad and Stef&lt;/div&gt;
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I may miss Mama a lot but life has to move on. I always tell and remind myself to be strong for my kids. I always mention that I want to be like Mama, in many ways. I regret not to have fulfilled some her dreams for the family but I can still do it for my kids.&lt;br /&gt;
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