My weird obsession

Call me weird, but I am very obsessed with the back of my son's head. From it's shape (thanks to the good coaching of my OB during delivery!), to the hairline, and to the nape. My son is a living snowman from the back! Sometimes, he catches me staring at the back of his head, and with that, he's going to snuggle up closer and lets me enjoy it for a few moments more. Here's a stolen shot that I took of it just so I could see his butterball nape on my phone wherever I go...

Now you see why? So excuse me while I go stare and sniff at my baby boy's baby head...

Skye Noodles

I remember how I craved for sushi, watermelon, and barbecue bec I was pregnant with you.



I remember how your dad drove in panic because of a false alarm inside a mall.



I remember how your dad talked to my OB-Gyne about having my labor induced just because he is so excited to see you.



I remember the twelve hours I spent in pain but not minding it just because I wanted to see you as soon as possible already.



I remember still texting amidst my labor just so I could tell everyone I'm having you already.



I remember how you wowed everyone with your complete rendition of "Moon River" because that is your favorite lullabye.



I remember how your dad disposed of his beloved rott Scout in favor of your safety.



I remember how proud I am that you toilet trained yourself even before you turned one.



I remember the time when you were still very innocent and quiet, as opposed to your very bibo but makulit nature now. Nevertheless, I still like you just the same.



I remember your first bath, your first haircut, your first everything, and I'm so glad I documented it all.



I remember the difference you made to the people around you that August 7, 2001 at 8:21 pm., how one tiny tyke like you changed the whole household.



Four years have passed, and you have changed a lot from being a quiet little angel to a mischievous elf, but I am so happy you are mine.



I am so glad I took this path because it led me to having you. I wouldn't have it any other way.



Belated happy 4th birthday Skye Noodles!



You are mommy's pride and joy.

Facelift

Finally! At looooong last, I had the chance to give my blog it's much needed facelift. Haha! So the stress of hospital life can't take me away from the pc. So last week, it's either I'm busy assisting in -rraphy's, busy thinking and doing things too mature for a 23 year old, or in front of the pc honing my photoshop and frontpage (hek!hek! amateur!) knowledge for my blogorraphy.

So there. They say that your blog is a reflection of yourself, and with the way my blog looks now, I can say that I'm pretty messed up.

Yeah, yeah. I admit I am. And it shows.

Somebody tear me away in front of the screen and give me a Prozac.