"Do Boys Always Have To Be Older Than Girls?"

This, I was asked by my boy one Sunday morning while we were enjoying our breakfast made from left-over food I salvaged from the fridge; yesterday's rice, diced spam, crunchy garlic and ground pork I patiently browned in salted butter and soy sauce and then almost always instinctively, I topped with sunny side eggs. Maybe I can call this our family's yang chow fried rice to be formal about it. I also made sure I prepared a mug of hot Milo beside each  plate.

Anyway..."do boys always have to be older than girls, Mom?" I tried my best to not over-react as I cleared my throat and mentally composed a wise response to my son's question. Out of the blue, one random question, but I knew that this question was important to him. Deep inside I felt glad that my boy was able to voice out a question that may cause embarrassment for a  9 year-old like him to ask for fear of being laughed at or judged by a family member.

I fully understood that he asked it from the context of a boy-girl relationship in terms of their ages. I assumed that when he woke up that morning he was consumed by the thought of this kind of relationship where a girl is older than a boy, or perhaps he wondered, would there be any chance, for a boy like him who stands almost a foot lower than a girl that's 5 years his senior...she has long brown hair, smooth skin, clear eyes, sweet smile, sweet to him. My boy is having a major crush on a mestiza that happens to be his older sister's friend. My mama heart sunk - fast forward - this boy is someday leaving the house to get married. Will I be ready for that day?

"Do boys always have to be older than girls, Mom?"

"Well, not necessarily so. Because I have friends whose husbands or boyfriends are younger than them. One year, two years, five years... I have a friend who has a boyfriend that's 14 years her junior. Another friend of mine who's a teacher got married to one of her students in high school. Celebrities like Batangas governor, Vilma Santos is 11 years older than her husband, Ralph Recto; Kris Aquino and James Yap have over a decade age difference; Nanay Dionisia Pacquiao is more than 2 decades older than her boyfriend." I noticed that as I named each of these celebrities, his eyes gradually popped, his brows raised and his jaw dropped. He wore this funny but cute, innocent face.
And then jokingly I said, "don't you worry, five years from now, you'd be taller than your crush and by then you wouldn't feel awkward any longer standing next to her."

"So, what do you think is the right age for a boy or a girl to be in a romantic relationship?" Ha, now is my turn to ask my boy.

"I don't know," he replied shrugging his shoulders.

"I'm serious. What age do you think..."

"Fourteen...(long pause) Ha, ha... I'm just kidding...Fourteen. I'm serious."

I grimaced trying to look funny, "are you serious?"

"I am, Mom."

"So, you mean, you see yourself having a girlfriend five years from now?"

"Uh huh."

He stared at me waiting for my reaction.

"Ha, ha!!! Got ya, I was just kidding!!!"

I secretly felt relieved. Then our conversation went on for another half an hour or so talking about the future five years from now. And what if, what if, what if he actually finds himself in a relationship at that age?

"Would you and Dad allow me?"

I didn't answer "no" because I wanted to keep this interesting conversation going. I also knew that when our children liked the food that's served in front of them, a simple home-cooked meal, it doesn't even have to be fancy, they become vulnerable, and they tell you what's on their mind. So, I sat there, cunningly extracting some more personal information from them! 

I was quickly reminded of the lengthy but enjoyable topic we had on Science a week ago. Our topic was about God's plan for order and how He desires order among His wonderful creations and what are the evidences that proved this. Certainly, there is a logical way of explaining Science as designed by the Lord, it is apologetics. Take the tiny vegetarian spider for one and its amazing web, how this  insect creates its home, how intricate the design is, the details are evidences that God desired order in things. And how about the dung beetle that literally live and eat on dung and how it is able to create a tiny dung ball for food and rolls it on the dirt with its feet and arms upside down.

"Your father's role as the head of the family is to lead us in following our Lord Jesus and to work hard to provide for us. That is his job. My role as a mother is to cook yang chow for you and ensure that all four of us are eating healthy, besides home-educating you and your sister. That is my job. Your older sister, as a teener, and you as a tweener...(he giggled over the word "tweener" because he can't wait to become a teenager as he always said) your role is to prioritize your studies and do well at school - get educated so that when you become adults, you can live independently and be able to fend for yourselves, find a husband, find a wife, and have children of your own ( he giggled even more )  and be a blessing to other people. That is your job.  Remember, there is a perfect time for everything and when we look at things based on God's design for order, it is easier to prioritize and focus on things that really do matter for the moment."

"Pass the yang chow fried rice, please."


How Sculptures Were Made for the Ramblings

Not long ago, we re-visited this quaint wooden sculpture shop down the sleepy town of Paete, Laguna to hunt for some old and new artisan pieces that we may find adorable to take home as additional to our growing collection. And as always, there are two requirements that have to fit in our category before buying an item. First, it has to be rustic, and second, it has to be cheap. I know, I know, cheap and pretty can be compromised at times. We drove there excited to behold and appreciate the hundreds of wooden sculptures of different sizes that were passionately created by the local sculptors of Paete.  
This wooden piece of art is close to my heart. A barber at work carefully crafted to perfection. It stands about a foot tall. It reminds me of my own father - in - law love who was a barber himself for many years on a town called Ibaan, a charming town which is about 13km south from Batangas City.  My father - in - love is the only barber I personally know and without bias I could say that he was a passionate artist himself. He was a sought-after barber during his time and worked hard to provide for his family.  I have good memories of him by showing me utmost kindness and loving my children well. He cooked the best pancit of all time. Hands down.
So, this is him, my barber father - in - love back in the days taken 12 years ago. Seated next to him is my mother - in - love and she's having a happy birthday on the month of August! There will be food on our family tablescape in Sampaga. There will be photo-ops here and there. Our sisters and brothers - in - loves and nieces and nephews and all of us will be there spending time together on a weekend. Can't wait as we make memories again.
This little sculpture of a coconut worker speaks to me because like The Hunny, he also works for the oil. I mean, The Hunny works in the oil and gas industry. Is there a parallel?
This man who's hard at work has been carefully and tediously carved from one whole block of wood. Take note of the detailed creases on his shirt.

Uh Oh...That dreamy little lad could get in trouble for sleeping while working on the farm.
This is my Tatay. Father. Oh well, I think finding any sculpture from the shop depicting my Tatay at work would be quite a challenge in my lifetime. Let's see, he's a carpenter, boat-builder, mechanic, machinist, construction worker, engineer, statesman, mathematician, seaman, inventor. What else can't my Tatay do?  But his world turned around when he gave his life to Jesus and accepted Him as  his personal Savior and Lord. And I saw his life transformed as he grew in his walk with God. And although he had a boat-load of flaws, he taught me to love the Lord with all my heart and put Him   first before everything else. He fell ill and his body deteriorated. He was bedridden for over a decade until he was called home to be with the Lord. I still do miss him. Before my Hunny, he was my very first Prince Charming, my Tatay. This photo was taken more than three decades ago at Muelle Bay, Puerto Galera. 
My Darling-dear and I at the sculpture shop taking our selfie. What a way to end our short road-trip to Paete. We went home empty-handedly. The art pieces are all too beautiful but pricey. Maybe on another time. 
And yet another way to end our short get-away, beholding the sunset and thanking the Owner and Creator of this beautiful expanse.

How To Create A Summer Like No Other Before It's Gone

WARNING: The post that you're about to see if you decide not to walk away after this warning is bombarded with my family photos of over 60 in number. Most of which have not been shared on my conjugal Facebook account with The Hunny.  I have been inspired to snap hundreds of photos of our family spending time together making memories while we can. I confess, I overshare, I am guilty but don't shoot me. (Three smiley faces- I have to figure out how to create those haha.)

On the Philippine Islands our seasons go fleeting. One day it is the dry/summer season and the next day it is the wet/rainy season. Tell me, where have all those summer days gone? But when you' re home-educating your children like us, it doesn't really matter what season of the year it is because learning takes its natural course 365 days a year the fact that we're knit together almost all the time. So, it has been a conscious effort of mine to slow things down, step on the brakes and to just live - savor the moment. Those fleeting seasons of precious memories with our children had been captured to age in my memory bottle and like wine, they sweeten through time. I'm counting the ways.

One...is when we close our textbooks, living books, notebooks and park our pens and pencils and push our chairs towards our desks for a while.

Two...is when we dig up for our swim wears which we tucked in the back of our closets from 10 months ago, we check garters and lycra and dust.

Three...is when we check the expiry dates of our sunblock lotions hidden on the back of the vanity.

Four...is when we shop for new flip-flops, new pairs of shorts to be worn for strolling around town especially during the Holy Week.

Five...is when we google-facebook, we stalk, we lurk to see where our friends went on their vacation trips for the summer.

Six...is when we make a plan and identify the places to go, we argue, we set the budget, and at least we're trying.

And seven...is when we drop one to six to create a summer like no other, a counterflow and decide that we'll just be spontaneous all throughout the blazing days and be flexible. And by all means bask in the sun. The beach is calling us and off to Puerto Galera, Oriental Mindoro we go, my beloved hometown. Here's our photo journal if you please?
This is the view from Sitio Boquete where my kids, my nephews, and I stayed for 3 nights and 4 days. I thought this was a wonderful playground for water sports like para-sailing and windsurfing. I've been here a few times when I was a kid but I can't help falling in love with this place over and over again.
 Such an idyllic place...
 How about nostalgic? That's an understatement...

The Daughter flashing a smile of excitement as we reach Muelle Bay. It was a short 50min boat-ride from Batangas City on a sunny Sunday morning. I remember learning how to swim on this same bay when I was five years old. Back when the bay was still clean and safe for swimming.

Seven-thirty AM. The glistening water with its turquoise color looked surreal...but it's not.

What a windy time to have breakfast at 8AM. Watch out! Our table napkins went flying across the restaurant and our cafe americano can't keep it hot for 2mins!
I brought my kindle with me thinking, aah, what a wonderful time to relax and read a St. Augustine of Hippo- The Confessions...I was wrong. I ended up taking pictures instead, lots and lots of pictures.
On our first night, my oldest brother, Kuya Melchor and sister - in - love,  Ate Sylvia, brought us to Sabang Beach where we had dinner at this place called Eddie's Place. It was a nice place to start with and the food was ok and reasonably priced, servers were friendly, with its cozy ambiance,  fronting the beach.
When we got there in time for dinner it was a low tide, thus exposing the canal situated right by the restaurant, screaming of stink! What's that smell again? We joked that night that we didn't know this place has dual names; Eddie's Place at high-tide and Eddie's Canal at low tide. ( oooops sorry about that,  and I didn't want to be mean here but just in case you plan on going here, you've been warned! Don't go here on low tides. ) Enough said.
Dinner at White Beach on our second night. Ate Sylvia and I were surprised to find out that this new restaurant we chose is open 24hrs a day! How's that for White Beach lovers?


Help me name this sea creature I found by the shore. 
A black sea urchin. It could get nasty and messy when it pokes your bare feet with its needle-like spikes. When we were little, our two known remedies to get rid of those black pins which were painfully embedded in your sole were either soaking it in vinegar which will eventually melt them or (gulp) the one crude organic human pee, having someone pee, a boy or girl playmate, on the affected area. Eew...
Have I mentioned I kept falling in love with this island cove...
 Over...
And over...
And over again?
 A fun pump-boat ride with the Arago boys...
 Haligi Beach! 
Talipanan Beach at high tide.
Again, Haligi Beach...
In life there's always the first time...
Like this time when The Boy, my boy at seven years old went snorkelling without the life vest! Proud Mother me. 
The Boy: Mom, there's a different world down there, fishes and corals of different colors!
Still in Boquete. To your right is the Muelle Bay. To your left is the Manila Channel.
Lovely group picture. But that bottle of beer is a photo bomber. We don't drink beer...just saying.
So, is this boy having a good time? Or, have you met the "Girl From Ipanema" lately? You know...she's tall- and tan- and young- and lovely- the girl from Ipanema goes walking...I can sing about this...
At El Canonero Resort in Talipanan. These hunks just had pizzas and sodas don't you think?
I smell romance at the sight of these sets of tables for 4. Only in El Canonero at Talipanan Beach, and a stone's throw away from another favorite restaurant, Luca's.
 I think my handsome nephew got so exhausted from too much jumping off the pool and while we waited for our halo-halo to be served he was daydreaming err blind staring.
 Jumpshots here...
Jumpshots there...
Jumpshots everywhere!
And one last jumpshot!
 Now when the energy has waned...
And the skin has burned...
From the scorching heat...
Of the sun...
And the flip-flops retired for over-use...
That burn on the skin will surely hurt...
And we have this for our view at night. Cool, cool breeze at night...

 But wait! This is us having a good time, and I was just The Nanny...

  To these tall little children...
How's this for a groupie? Enough about the beaches of Puerto...

Then my Inay, mother, had a birthday. Simple celebration, childlike and with lots of cakes!
The Boy, The Hunny, and The Me, and The Twix, cute pup! I wish she was mine to keep!
Left to right- Our family friend Heidi, my sister, Ate Imelda-The Nurse, my Inay, and Tita Elvie hanging out at their favorite spot at the veranda.
My Loves...
Colorful paper plates, barbecue sticks, that metal container was filled with ice cream, well, we call it dirty ice cream; the bee-hive glass container was filled with orange juice, and the coals were an ember ready for the BBQ's to cook...were these Filipino enough?
Help me caption this moment? One silly moment? The Lovely Daughter with Twix the fluffy one beside the birthday Girl, Inay...CJ on cue as he popped the confettis.
Did we spoil Inay with these lovely cakes? Or was it my sister - in - love, Ate Jo's doing? It has become a tradition of hers...
To send each of us family member some special birthday cakes...she's spoiling us especially Me and my two children, now with The Hunny she whips up a dish I call Macaroni ala Josephine.
 My Ate Imelda looked like she's having a birthday!
Can you tell the temperature judging by the sweat rolling down our photographer, CJ's cheek? And it's not even at noontime, it's 8pm-ish?




Again, let me ask, were these Filipino enough? Colored paper plates, ice cream cones, BBQ sticks, fish balls, squid balls, and in that metal pot was the bilo-bilo or the pinindot.
CJ, my nephew, flanked by lovely girls from our church.
Goofing around...

Fireworks are magical, don't you think?

Ate Imleda enjoying Twix's fluff!
So, this was us. Enjoying every moment of summer like no other. How about you?
That's me, the guilty Mama, happy about opening her family portraits to the world!
Tomorrow, Lord-willing? The Daughter and I will start our sewing project together to welcome the rainy season on this side of the planet. But first, as the temperature continues to go down in the days to come, we will brush up on those basic sewing skills that I taught her way back 2 years ago.

I see a finished project, hand-sewn throw pillow case that would have beautiful patches and stitches and kaleidoscope of fun colors in it to boast. Can't wait...