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That means, we won't be together and I will be having more mom-Me time, teehee!  As early as now, I am already planning on doing a lot of things while the kid is on school.  Perhaps, its time to do some gardening again or perhaps time for me do some exercising.  Oh, exercising!, that's one thing that this mom needs nowadays especially since I am not getting any younger.  Time for me to go get the sneakers and head on to the gym or perhaps just get a aerobics video that I could follow at the comfort of our home.

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This song will be my everyday companion then.  I am getting excited at getting fit!
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;the kid cooking his version of Tuna Omelet&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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A lot of other mom friends are asking me how I make my kid eat vegetables and other healthy foods.  Well, as early as he can start on solid foods, I introduced "true" foods to him.  He grew up on home cooked mashed potatoes, mashed carrots, and other fruits or vegetables that can be mashed.  He never tasted baby foods from the supermarkets.  And I guess that is the reason why he has a very good choice when it comes to food.  I did not even have to bother asking him to take on healthy snacks like salads and healthy breads over junk foods.  Well, not that he does not take some chips or those fat-laden burgers but its just that he knows he can only have it in certain times and not everyday.

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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;He even does the plating of his dish.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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To date, the kid normally favors vegetable salads (and even makes his own vinaigrette), he loves fish dishes and most of the time asks for his favorite Chicken Caldereta&amp;nbsp; ("and Mama, please add in some paprika and some chili pepper for the kick!", he always asks).&amp;nbsp; For his baon, he wants Vegetable Wrap or Baked Potato with Cheese and Bacon.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;another favorite of the kid, Ensaladang Talbos ng Kamote&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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I guess, it's all about introducing your kids as early as possible to healthy options.  And we are both reaping it's benefits.  My kid rarely gets sick and if ever it's &lt;strike&gt;almost&lt;/strike&gt; always the usual cough and colds. That makes me a happy Mom!


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Meanwhile, you might wanna checkout the highlight of American Idol season 11 results show.

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She might not be lucky to win the coveted title but she will be truly remembered thru this performance and perhaps should there be another remake of "Dreamgirls", the producers might even consider her.  But for the whole Philippines, Jessica Sanchez, is truly an Idol.  You are never to far from attaining your dreams, girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-4029405098692448038?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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S is for my strawberry shortcake inspired nails.  I am so loving nail arts recently and have been bugging my sis-in-law to do them for me.

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If you wanna check out what other songs makes other moms sing, please head on to &lt;a href="http://www.notjustanothermomoftwins.com/2012/05/saturday-songs-that-make-us-sing-again.html" target="_blank"&gt;Ginger&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.bcimthemommy.com/2012/05/songs-that-make-us-sing-ive-had-bad-day.html#more" target="_blank"&gt;Becca &lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Or you may just simply click on the button below.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Happy Saturday singing!&lt;br /&gt;
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A few days back, GMA News TV was re-airing most of its motherhood related documentaries.&amp;nbsp; One of which was a feature on how a mother gives birth.&amp;nbsp; As we were watching,memories rushed in.&amp;nbsp; I remember how it was for me during those days.&amp;nbsp; It was almost ten years ago but everything is still fresh in my memory.&amp;nbsp; I could still talk about all the details as if they just happened yesterday.&amp;nbsp; I was awaken from my trip to memory lane when my son suddenly said, "&lt;i&gt; Mahirap pala maging manganak,Mama, eh bakit gusto mo pa magkaanak pa ulit?...saka ganyan ka din ba nung nanganak ka sa akin?&lt;/i&gt;"&amp;nbsp; I answered his questions with a smile.&amp;nbsp; But as usual the kid was not contented with that.&amp;nbsp; So I said, " Ang pagiging nanay ang pinakamasarap na parte ng buhay ko."&amp;nbsp; In my mind, I began to enumerate why I love being a Mom, and these are what I was able to come up with.&lt;br /&gt;
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I love Being a Mom Because:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;li&gt;I was able to give back to my mother for all the hardship of bringing me to this world.&amp;nbsp; And for me, it is a privilege given only to women because fathers won't know how it their moms feel while they were still in their womb.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Motherhood brought out the best in me.&amp;nbsp; Prior to giving birth, I don't think I can love someone unconditionally.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;I learn a lot as my kid grows because motherhood does not come with a user manual.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;My kid is a gift from God (and all kids are).&amp;nbsp; I was a diagnosed with PCOS as early as I was in college and I never imagined being pregnant after six months of marriage.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Together with my Hubby, I was able to be one with God by being a co-creator of another life.&lt;/li&gt;
&lt;li&gt;Just seeing the kid happy and healthy is more than enough happiness the mother's heart in me can ever contain.&lt;/li&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;no, that's not his cake, it's her cousin's cake&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Yes, indeed, motherhood is never an easy task.&amp;nbsp; We don't get paid with cash but with smiles(and hugs and kisses).&amp;nbsp; We are not allowed to take our day-offs nor resign, because it will mean that we will miss out on more happy time with the kids.&amp;nbsp; And yes, if I will be given another chance on motherhood, I will gladly obliged.&lt;br /&gt;
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Motherhood changed me a lot, so to speak.  I became more vocal about my thankfulness for my Mom.  I look forward to this day every year.  Though Mama is no longer with us physically, I know that she feels how grateful I am being her daughter.  I know that she sees all my moves and that she is still guiding the mother in me. Now that I am a mother, I see to it that my kid not just hear the words of endearment, but also feel all the love day in and day out.


Happy Mothers' Day!

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Accept it or not, not all who have given birth are fit to be called a Mother.&amp;nbsp; To be fit for the title, one has to be strong yet mushy at times.&amp;nbsp; One has to be firm yet willing to kiss away the pain.&amp;nbsp; One has to know how to see serenity in the middle of chaos.&amp;nbsp; To give birth is let's say a quarter of the trick, the other three quarters is for the lifetime duty that is tied to being a mother. &lt;br /&gt;
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I was facebooking last night when I saw a video posted on one of my friend's wall.&amp;nbsp; I never actually liked clicking on links for a video because I know that most of them (especially the ones that have a description in a different language) contains nasty things.&amp;nbsp; But the description of the video really caught my attention.&amp;nbsp; So there, curiosity has taken over me and I clicked on the link to the video.&amp;nbsp; It was a video of a mother holding her baby while she flashes papers with writings.&amp;nbsp; She was telling the story of her life.&amp;nbsp; She started with how she met the father of his son and how they got married.&amp;nbsp; She tells the story of how she knew that she was pregnant and how happy they were.&amp;nbsp; You can see how happy she was each time she shows the papers.&amp;nbsp; But the happiness was actually shortlived. &lt;br /&gt;
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When the news always speaks about fetuses being left here and there or children beaten by their own moms, it is such a relief knowing that there are women out there that has a pure heart which bears the essence of being a mother.&amp;nbsp; She was told she should have aborted the baby but she didn't.&amp;nbsp; She chose to bring him into this world.&amp;nbsp; But his birth is not the end because he was ridiculed, laughed at and sometimes feared by others.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; But she continue to be the strong mom that she is.&amp;nbsp; She made sure that his baby feels loved and she assured that even though he is born blind and with cleft palate, he is still beautiful and he is a blessing from God.&lt;br /&gt;
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It is not always that I am deeply moved by what I see over the internet.&amp;nbsp; But, to say that I wept a lot while watching this video is an understatement.&amp;nbsp; I wanna share this to all of you because I believe that they will also touch your hearts.&amp;nbsp; She does not beg for money, not even a cent.&amp;nbsp; All she asks is for us to look at our own blessings (our children ) and continue loving them.&lt;br /&gt;
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Being a mother is one of the hardest profession in life, but it is something that I would not trade for anything else.&amp;nbsp; Just seeing my kid with a smile or a glimpse of happiness on his eyes, &lt;i&gt;'yun lang&lt;/i&gt;, quota&lt;i&gt; na ko&lt;/i&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;
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To my Mom in heaven, thank you for showing me how to become a good mother.&amp;nbsp; You are the most beautiful (&lt;i&gt;syempre&lt;/i&gt; carbon copy&lt;i&gt; mo ko eh&lt;/i&gt;!), most patient, most kind and most forgiving mother of all.&amp;nbsp; I would not be the mother I am now, if it wasn't for you.&amp;nbsp; To all the mothers out there, Happy Mother's Day.&amp;nbsp; Let us continue building a better planet by nurturing our family well.&amp;nbsp; Cheers to us all!&lt;br /&gt;
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I am not the type of person who frequents the salon to pamper myself, that is just not my way.&amp;nbsp; I'm more of the foodie type.&amp;nbsp; Drag me to one foodie nook to another and you will definitely see me smiling.&amp;nbsp; Not that I am not &lt;i&gt;kikay&lt;/i&gt;, it's just that I don't want others to do the make-up, manicure and all for me.&amp;nbsp; But my sister-in-law insisted we try nail arts.&amp;nbsp; I was very hesitant because I do not want to get hurt with the cleaning tools.&amp;nbsp; What she did though, was to try to do everything for me.&amp;nbsp; Yes, she did not drag me to a salon but instead we went to Divisoria to get all the tools.&amp;nbsp; She already owns a basic manicure set so what we really need where the special ones.&amp;nbsp; It's more than six months now since we first tried nail arts for our own and I am really glad with all the outcome.&amp;nbsp; My sister-in-law is now making a living out of this. She now services most of her neighbors.&amp;nbsp; As for me it has become my latest addiction, I ask her to do my nails at least twice a month.&amp;nbsp; And this is what she did just recently.&lt;br /&gt;
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We went to a party after my nails were done and they were a big point of conversation.  Everybody seems to love my teddy bear nails. And whenever I tell them that they are made freehand, the next thing they are asking are the contact numbers of my sister-in-law.&amp;nbsp; Looks like, we are heading for a new business here.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span id="fullpost"&gt;A few weeks back, Jian was complaining about headaches.&amp;nbsp; At first ,we shrugged it off and we were telling him that it is because of the weather.&amp;nbsp; But the occurrences of his head aching became frequent and we noticed that it always happens after he reads or watch TV.&amp;nbsp; Since Hubby needs to go to the optometrist to get his eyeglasses fixed, we decided to let Jian join with us.&amp;nbsp; After hubby got his eyes checked, we asked the optometrist who is a good friend of ours if she could perhaps check Jian's vision.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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After checking his eyes, using this equipment, his eyes were dropped with some medicines to dilate his pupils.&amp;nbsp; And then he was asked to read the Snellen chart to further check his visual acuity.&lt;br /&gt;
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Yes, the kid will have to wear corrective glasses.&amp;nbsp; The left eye was diagnosed with mild astigmatism while the right one is hyperropic.&amp;nbsp; I am definitely not so happy about this at all.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Hubby even asked if we could perhaps delay the use of the eyeglasses but the optometrists said that delaying the use will also hinder him to enjoy on a lot of things.&amp;nbsp; The astigmatism could cause him to have frequent bouts with headaches which could further evolve to migraines.&amp;nbsp; And we don't want that for our kid.&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;So, yes, a few days from now the kid will be getting his eyeglasses.&amp;nbsp; We will have regular check ups with an optometrist and an ophthalmologist.&amp;nbsp; For other moms out there, I'd like to tell you that visual problem can be easily corrected as long as it is detected earlier.&amp;nbsp; The doctors said that we should get our younger kids to have eye check ups, too.&amp;nbsp; They said that as early as five or six, they can already run visual acuity checks for kids.&amp;nbsp; And another thing, it does not necessarily mean that if a kid is diagnosed to have visual problems at a young age that they will forever be tied to using eyeglasses.&amp;nbsp; Some visual problems (like astigmatism) can be corrected if diagnosed and treated early in life.&lt;br /&gt;
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With the temperature in the Metro going to as high as 36 degrees celsius, what could be more happy that digging into something cold. Ice candy, ice pops and shakes are what defines pinoy summer food.&amp;nbsp; But the ultimate favorite is still Halo-Halo.&amp;nbsp; With all its sweet ingredients, the milk, the shaved ice, no doubt that it is the ultimate among all summer foods.&amp;nbsp; There has been a lot of stores selling these foods even the neighborhood sari sari store carries it nowadays.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Halo Halo Special from Iceberg's&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;
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Just be cautious where you get your halo halo.&amp;nbsp; A lot of unsanitary ice making plants are also taking advantage of the current heat.&amp;nbsp; Whether you get your halo halo from your friendly sari sari store or from big restos, just make sure that the ice being used is safe for consumption.&lt;br /&gt;
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Of course, it's better sharing this with your loved ones!&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Ikaw&lt;/i&gt;, what's your summer food cravings?&lt;br /&gt;
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We were still dating then when he asked me to go with him one Maundy Thursday to visit churches in Manila.  Eversince then, it has been part of our holy week routine year after year to visit churches on Maundy Thursday.  We have been visiting churches in Bulacan for two straight years now.  But I make sure that we'll get to visit a new church every year.  Now that we have a kid, our visita iglesia is not confined to just contemplation and devotion.  For the kid, it doubled as a history lesson.  Old churches  play a big part in our history.  Most of them have been silent witness to how the katipuneros work their way to ensure that our dear motherland will be free again from the Spaniards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, we were able to see the historical Barasoain Church.  It feels nice to walk on the very same place that first ever congressmen were able to walk.  My kid started bombarding me with lots of history questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIEH9ItuAzw/T4gPgtFjHKI/AAAAAAAALSk/CWe0alTtVI4/s1600/DSC04782.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QIEH9ItuAzw/T4gPgtFjHKI/AAAAAAAALSk/CWe0alTtVI4/s320/DSC04782.JPG" alt="Barasoain Church" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730847580362054818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;facade of the historical Barasaoin Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IL031DPa3nM/T4gTtCItm7I/AAAAAAAALSw/PFKtXZj0PUU/s1600/DSC04779.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IL031DPa3nM/T4gTtCItm7I/AAAAAAAALSw/PFKtXZj0PUU/s320/DSC04779.JPG" alt="inside Barasoain Church" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730852190217411506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;inside Barasoain Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another historical church that we visited was Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion in Bulakan, Bulacan.  According to the history of the church, it was in here that General Gregorio del Pilar gave out copies of La Solidaridad to the locals of Bulacan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0j4k0TMYWw/T4gY7AOgyDI/AAAAAAAALS8/I4AmAWTiceQ/s1600/DSC04824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-b0j4k0TMYWw/T4gY7AOgyDI/AAAAAAAALS8/I4AmAWTiceQ/s320/DSC04824.JPG" alt="Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5730857927781173298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;the scenic Nuestra Senora dela Asuncion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope my son could pick this family tradition and that he will do the church visits when he gets his share of parenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/category/mommy-moments"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://extraroomforhappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/kissme_519/happinessismemebadgecopy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-1297362088192943792?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Last Sunday was different, we no longer have to drag ourselves to those stores because they have already taken their stuffs on the entertainment plaza of SM City Fairview.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RTOfIr0KU/T2M4jjb8sbI/AAAAAAAALSA/9i66cvGcWvU/s1600/2012-03-11%2B17.19.26.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 290px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-w5RTOfIr0KU/T2M4jjb8sbI/AAAAAAAALSA/9i66cvGcWvU/s320/2012-03-11%2B17.19.26.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720478135149703602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mall was actually having a book Festival hence books are in abundance.  What the kid actually enjoyed was the storytelling.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-BfdN36PPU/T2M5pNTbeJI/AAAAAAAALSM/1Go4C7JuDR8/s1600/2012-03-11%2B17.40.52.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f-BfdN36PPU/T2M5pNTbeJI/AAAAAAAALSM/1Go4C7JuDR8/s320/2012-03-11%2B17.40.52.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720479331799234706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSAjojSG0w/T2M6s_26nHI/AAAAAAAALSY/Siq__TZY4JA/s1600/2012-03-11%2B18.06.22.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vdSAjojSG0w/T2M6s_26nHI/AAAAAAAALSY/Siq__TZY4JA/s320/2012-03-11%2B18.06.22.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5720480496421084274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess the storyteller coming in on costume was really a great factor for the kids.   The kid even wanted to stay for the next round of storytelling which is after two hours.  We just told him that we have to go home because I need to iron his uniform for his class the next morning. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a target="_blank" href="http://www.mommyjourney.com/category/mommy-moments"&gt;&lt;img alt="mommy moments" src="http://i471.photobucket.com/albums/rr71/mommyjourney/mm2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a border="0" href="http://extraroomforhappiness.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i71.photobucket.com/albums/i124/kissme_519/happinessismemebadgecopy-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-264092816007063139?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d_4RPuMHYo/T1DIeJaVo8I/AAAAAAAALQI/Qx6MQRD2l5Q/s1600/DSC04393.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2d_4RPuMHYo/T1DIeJaVo8I/AAAAAAAALQI/Qx6MQRD2l5Q/s320/DSC04393.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715288347381179330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;pristine water and nice rock formations!&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMfPgydKlXo/T1DJpa3XyDI/AAAAAAAALQU/NSGpyh71F5s/s1600/DSC04343.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bMfPgydKlXo/T1DJpa3XyDI/AAAAAAAALQU/NSGpyh71F5s/s320/DSC04343.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715289640556546098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The kid says even Optimus Prime and Megatron are taking a bath because of the heat.&lt;/span&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CE6y-C1d-8/T1DLCFkIYjI/AAAAAAAALQg/_SbLkKIdlnw/s1600/DSC04440.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6CE6y-C1d-8/T1DLCFkIYjI/AAAAAAAALQg/_SbLkKIdlnw/s320/DSC04440.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715291163847057970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Enjoying the scene with the one you love, how hot is that!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arBRnMvFPps/T1DNaYS6KJI/AAAAAAAALQs/n2AMWdT_OOk/s1600/DSC04460.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-arBRnMvFPps/T1DNaYS6KJI/AAAAAAAALQs/n2AMWdT_OOk/s320/DSC04460.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5715293780215212178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This last image says it all!
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;To say that the whole family wants to go back there is an understatement.  And in fact, we already have a plan on going back!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;
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My kid was really excited when he saw this huge tree inside SM City Fairview with hanging Ang Paos.  He thought that anyone who was at the mall is given the chance to pick one from the tree and take with it whatever was inside.  I explained to him that it was just for display and pictorial purposes.  When he heard it, he gamely posed in front of the huge tree and ask me to take his picture.&lt;br /&gt;
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Feng Shui experts say that this is an auspicious year, since a dragon is synonymous to prosperity.&amp;nbsp; I claim that this year is going to be filled with more blessings not just for my family but for the entire country,not because I was boen in the year of the dragon but because I believe that every year is God’s year.

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&lt;li&gt; Prior to being pregnant, a hopeful mom should ensure that she eats a healthy diet.  It should have a good amount of protein and less in carbohydrates, especially for someone with PCOS because it is also said as a pre-Diabetic condition.  I was told to ensure lots of fresh fruits and vegetables.  And being the non-milk drinker that I am, I was sworn to drink at least a glass each day or take in calcium supplements.&lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt; I am also advised to monitor my body weight.  I was shown how to compute my body mass index (BMI).  She said that judging from my BMI, I am still in good shape. &lt;/li&gt;

&lt;li&gt; We were also told to time our intercourse.  She said most couple made the mistake of  doing the deed everyday because they think it would give them the most awaited double lines.  The truth is, doing it every other day throughout the month is better and ensuring that there is a contact on the week of the women’s fertility increase the chance of pregnancy. &lt;/li&gt;
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There are still a lot of tips that we were told but I guess the above mentioned are the most important ones.  To date,  I am now three days delayed.  I took a pregnancy test yesterday but it was a big fat negative.  We are not losing hope though.  If it’s not gonna be this month, there are still more months to come.  God will surely deliver our baby in His time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4666076783420038754-8319407632604486441?l=www.momfrommanila.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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My kid is already in fourth grade and I have seen how he was able to connect well with another kid in school.  He has his own set of friends now and yes, he told me he has a best friend.  He introduced me to his best friend way back on his third grade.  They have been classmates since first grade.  And looking at them in these pictures, I can see their similarities.  I even kidded that they look like brothers.


And yes, you are guessing it right! Both of them loves to eat.


This is my first Mommy Moment entry for the year.  Happy Chinese New Year to all the other MM participants.


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