Boat ala Crib

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This was definitely one of the more memorable storage days I’ve had.

Every 6 months or so we have to place my daughter’s outgrown clothes into storage. It has become more challenging since she has some sentimental favorites– graphic towels and tees, jelly shoes, fuzzy socks. I know better than to pick that battle and just let her be.

We unearthed a box that came with an Ipod speaker and inspired by such blogs as No Time for Flashcards, brainstormed a bit on what we could do with it. She immediately sat inside it and decided to make a boat.

Click here and find out what our boat looks like!

Echo Mode

child’s play manila has moved to its permanent home!

Me: Are you a baby or big girl?

Daughter: Big girl!

Me: Are you big girl or baby?

Daughter: Baby!

She’s right. When she doesn’t get what she wants, she can cry like a baby but turns the tears on and off like a big girl, a future Dakota Fanning.

My toddler has been in echo mode for the past 2 weeks. You know, repeating the last word I say to make it appear like we’re having a conversation– nothing too different from attending a boring cocktail party for work.

Click here for more echo conversations.

Road Trip

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Find out what your child can learn from a road trip. Click here!

The World as She Knows It

child’s play manila has moved to its permanent home!

Continuing the series on child x-ray vision and getting to know your toddler from the inside.

When your toddler seems to be breaking things left and right remember this: Toddlers are rookies in life. They don’t know any better.

Do you remember moving into your first home? Everything seemed perfect when you found it, inspected it and renovated it. And then you lived in it. Totally different story.

Click here to find out how similar you and your toddler are afterall.

Feeling like a toddler

Now that I have this new domain, I can empathize with my daughter’s unease when she’s subjected to an unfamiliar environment. Not sure where to start, lots of trial and error, afraid to make a mistake and  subsequently making even more mistakes and overall COMPLETELY INTIMIDATED. I’m a toddler in my own domain.

I wish I had a mom to hold my hand through this.

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Child X-Ray Vision

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Uh-oh. Just discovered a new dimension to child vision.

She sees: Art on canvass

I see: Click here to see my view

NEW HOME

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Come visit!

http://childsplaymanila.com

Down to some REAL business

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…More tricks for those tired days!

What do you do with business cards that have nothing to do with your job?  I’m talking about the cards for restaurants, galleries, exhibits, and stores. Why do you pick one up and where do you keep them? I keep these kind of business cards if they’re pretty and for the ” just in case” scenarios (i.e. just in case I win the lottery and remember that I have the card of those things I didn’t need but suddenly do need now).  Well just in case never happens *ahem*  hasn’t happened yet. But in the mean time,  my daughter is putting those cards to good use.

Click here to see what you can do with business cards once you turn on your child vision!

Who’s The Boss?

What kids lack in words they compensate with actions aka performances.

Last year, a friend told me about her five-year old who vehemently objected to the idea of her mother going on a trip with her dad, for a wedding no less. On the morning that she was to depart, her five-year old contracted a fever. Her mother says she summoned it. I couldn’t believe it.

Then it happened to me.

It was time for a break. I nursed her back to health all week and it was time for some R & R. Nothing crazy, just a meal and maybe some karaoke with friends visiting from Singapore.  You know the anticipation and excitement that you feel when you’re about to board a plane to a new country for an awesome adventure or getting out of the office early enough on a Friday to beat the rush hour? THAT’S how I felt about going out last night.  I can’t believe that’s what it has come to.

Anyway, she summoned a fever.

Apparently, I did not apply for this vacation leave soon enough. Like any guilt-laden mother (i.e., rookie first-time mom), I stayed in. I’m not going into the drama of how she convinced me to skip my date with the husband. I’ll save that for another post –maybe something like Top 5 Signs of a Summoned Fever or How to Overcome Mother’s Guilt or something. I’m just seriously wondering if she’d be dancing and bouncing around right now had I taken my leave…

This is beginning to smell fishy. All I know is that Daddy didn’t fall for it and I think she knew it. Is this a case of takes one to know one?

Remember me when this happens to you…

Child Vision…Activate!

So you’re tired from work, from your day, from your life. You come home to your bouncing toddler and she wants to play while you just want to cuddle. She’s sick of her toys and you don’t feel like doing crafts, don’t feel like inventing a story– don’t really feel like thinking period. But she’s pleading for attention and you want to deliver.

What do you do?

Child Vision… ACTIVATE! Look at your house with the eyes of your child and you’ll find easy ways to make your time with her the most memorable part of your day.

Now let’s a take a look around the house shall we?

1. You see:  a bag of your stuff

Hand bag

It's not just a bag...

She sees:  forbidden treasure

Bag of your stuff

It's a treasure chest!

Anything of yours is extremely interesting to your child. And if your stuff is off limits then take a second and remember the high of scoring alcohol using a fake ID. THAT’S how she feels when she accesses your forbidden stuff.  So why not give her a free pass? My daughter is a make-up fan so she immediately seeks the kikay kit in my handbag (and her grandmothers). Other ideas: let her explore your gym bag, your laptop bag (sans laptop). When my daughter is tired of my handbag, she tries to sneak into her dad’s gym bag and likes to handle..hmmm… his kikay kit.

2. You see: toy containers

Go kart equipment

These are multi-functional...

She sees: go-karts

GO!!!!!!!

If she fits into anything, all you have to do is push. You will never see or hear such PURE  JOY in your home. And for that you will summon up the energy to push and push..and push again.

3. You see: bath basin / bath tub

Not just a bath basin

This is not just a bath basin...

She sees: swimming pool

pool toys

Swimming is like taking a bath or taking a bath is like swimming:)

She loves the pool why not re-create it when she takes a bath? It took me 22 months to figure this out. My daughter is so much easier to bathe now that we added her favorite pail and a random funnel to the mix. She just loves pouring away and has even more fun with no bathing suit in the way. Now she whines when the bath is ending rather than the beginning.

4. You see: parenting magazine

not just for parents

Smart Parenting is not just for parents...

She sees: kiddie catalog

Smart Parenting is for kids too

Smart Parenting is for kids too!

Fortunately, magazines are laid out so nicely that they’re attractive to children as well. Case in point: the August 2010 issue of Smart Parenting. Let her leaf through the magazines and you can talk about what you see. In our case, she pointed out everything she recognized and even associated them with her friends. All I had to do was seriously pay attention and interpret her toddler accented English. (“I” sounds like “E”, can’t say “O” unless it’s “No” that kind of thing)

5. You see:  curtain

The curtain has feet

Curtains aren't just for blocking out the light

She sees: peek a boo

My curtain came with a kid!

They're for tiring out your kids!.. and laughing and surprising and watching the news.

This is especially useful when you’re aching to lie down and take a breather.  I also find that pretending I can’t see her  works as well. Plus, it’s the easiest way to catch the news on TV. When she uses the curtain for the peek a boo action, I super exaggerate my surprised reaction so she’s goaded to peek a boo more and is doubly surprised, doubly giddy and doubly tired.

Ok you got me. Activating child vision is tiring –more for you than your child. That’s what happens when you allow yourself to see your home as a playground. Endless possibilities! So you’re more tired and try to come up with ways to get your child to go to bed earlier. Hey if you played hard, you definitely bonded harder. If you ask me falling asleep with your child is one of the great last acts to your  day.

What have you discovered with your child vision?

Branded

My daughter has acquired the new habit of returning things to its rightful owner. She sees her dad’s glasses in the hall way bookcase, she knocks on the door of his bathroom to return them. She finds my bag, messes around with my stuff and returns individual items to me with a proud smile  (ingenious tactic on her part).  Of course, if I’m really looking for my hair  brush, she just says “No more” (i.e. “I don’t know. I don’t remember, I don’t want to) and I find it DEEP inside her closet. Ok, so she’s selective about what she returns. She’s ONE.

So she chanced upon a piece of mail with the London Business School (LBS)  logo last night. She grabbed it and handed it to her dad. He then instructed her to find everything else in the house with the same logo. She’s ONE, right? Well she ran down to our room, turned on the lights, opened the closet and rummaged through my husband’s hat collection. She delivered 2 caps (yes, he has two caps that look exactly the same).  And she wasn’t done. She proceeded to the kitchen and reached for the LBS sports bottle (yes, he IS a huge fan of his alma mater),

 ”There!”

London Business School FOREVER

London Business School FOR-EVER!

 London Business School, are you reading this? I say give all your alums free stuff so their kids have LBS engraved in their  little minds. Future applicant, future recruiter,  and  brand loyalist right here!

Does your child have an affinity for a brand? Challenge him to find everything related to it and prepare to get your socks knocked off.

Have an awesome weekend!

Elmo for Breakfast

Thanks to our Tita E from the London satellite office, we had a guest for breakfast this morning.

Literally. She had him for breakfast…

Edible Elmo

We had a surpise guest this morning..

Watermelon, cucumber, olives, papaya

This is what Elmo looks like before he puts on his make up. (watermelon, cucumber, olives, papaya)

Putting him together

Almost done...

Wating patiently for his meal

And Elmo's here for breakfast! Live!

Breakfast guest

"I wonder what his eyes taste like..."

No more Elmo

"I ate Elmo!"

Eating an olive

And my new favorite food is olives.

Source: Little Food Junction

The Ally

It’s one of the best tricks up my sleeve: a covert operation between a certain plastic human and me.

About six months ago, my daughter treated Dolly like an infant and even breastfed her at night. Well Dolly seems to have grown up and joined my daughter in the trenches of toddlerhood. Like Forrest and Bubba, they have each other’s backs.  And as soon as an act of rebellion surfaces, Dolly – my ally– plays in my favor and I emerge victorious. Here are the battles I’ve won so far:

  1. Administering the nasal aspirator. I guess it helps when someone else is in pain with you.
  2. Wearing a bib. She thinks it’s really cool that they’re “the same!”
  3. Eating. She eats whatever Dolly “eats” and likes to feed her.
  4. Brushing her teeth. Dolly has no teeth but they get brushed as much as my toddler.
  5. Cleaning up. Dolly is the first one to start packing away while she “assists.”
The ally

Dolly at work: wearing the bib AND eating. Excellent.

Dolly and Mommy.

An unlikely alliance.

**Note to Dolly: I expect a suitable replacement upon resignation.

What tricks do you have up your sleeve?

The Happy Place

You know when you hear a song that magically transports you to your happy place? Whenever I hear Coldplay’s Yellow, it’s my wedding day all over again. If Bonnie Bailey’s Ever After plays, I’m transported to my twenties. If it’s any song by Pearl Jam, I’m head banging on auto pilot. Well, my daughter is two months shy of her second birthday and she has managed to secure her first happy place song.

Let me set the scene:

Toddler in her crib profuse with tears, vehemently refusing the nasal aspirator.

Cue in  Baa-Baa Black Sheep and commence toddler head bob,  arm flailing and tushy wiggles.

Toddler summons the delivery of farm books and flips to sheep page for sing-along.

Anthem  repeated over and over… and over again.

Nasal aspirator administered.

Happy place song

Missed the bopping. Here's the sing- along with the sheep folk

What songs take you and your child to the happy place?

Top 5 Ways a Guilty Mom Cares for her Sick Child

Sick child = Guilty mother

Whenever my daughter gets sick, I feel nothing but guilt – the guilt of exposing her to a sickly environment, the guilt of trying to get some work done while taking care of her, the guilt of wishing she’d sleep so I can get some rest too! So here are the Top 5 ways this guilty mother cared for her sick child today:

1. Let her watch a video in order to sneak in a 30-minute workout. If I didn’t do this, I would have passed out at 3pm. The double duty of caring for a sick child is not just limited to medicine, it extends to more diaper changes, more play time, more tantrums and more hugs. So my little breather this morning got me through the day.

2. Make juice cubes. She loves juice and she loves ice. So we froze her favorite juice in an ice tray. I think I was more excited than she was. I gingerly popped the juice cube in my mouth. She tried to nibble on it like a piece of chocolate. It was too cold so she ate it from a tray and enjoyed the melted juice more than the ice. Go figure!

3. Give her the toy you stashed from last year’s Christmas shopping. Since she couldn’t go outside, I thought a new toy would compensate. A basket full of wooden fruits and vegetables certainly helped her forget her stuffy nose. She was so eager for another toy that she followed me to the bathroom– the whole day.

4. Let her eat junk food. I pulled out all the chips reserved for the weekend and the chocolates from the loot bags. If it makes her happy why not? (It makes mommy happy too!) For some reason she does not get as hyper with junk when she’s sick…must be due to the extra germ fighting action in her little body. I even entertained thoughts of getting KFC for dinner and realized that it wouldn’t be a treat for her as much as it would for me. Sinigang dinner was the way to go. She ate everything plus seconds.

5. Hug it out. In the midst of all the saliva, snot and sweat I absorbed from the past 36 hours, a miracle happened. She’s better. Was it because she embraced me through all her slumbers? Did she absorb the remaining good germs in me? Did she just pity me and decide to let the medicine kick in? As long she’s ok, my work is done.

It’s time for some KFC.

How do you nurse your child back to health?

A Different Bookstore on Sale!

Children’s books are at least 20% off! Come with your own list of books and the friendly staff will help you find it. Here’ s a list of their branches: http://adifferentbookstore.com/contact-us

The Serendra store is a bit tight so I couldn’t see all the titles but we did manage to find a new favorite:

child development

Happy Reading!

Weekend Hangover

When I was pregnant, I prepared myself for the thought of having another mouth to feed, another mind to mold and another person to love. I did not think about the additional social life to manage. It’s Monday and I’m hungover from the weekend.

I am very thankful for all our invitations to celebrate birthdays and baptisms, they just all seem to happen at the same time. Saturdays are for kiddie birthday parties, and lately Sundays are not just family days, they’re baptism days. And if the husband and I celebrate a Friday night by going out and forgetting that we’re parents, the weekend hangover meter is doubled.

Sometimes I think my role is to deliver her to the party. She completes the kid quota and provides the entertainment for the adults. I jest. She has a lot of fun and that is why I caffeinate myself out of sleepiness and brave the Saturday highway traffic. Thankfully I get fed for my efforts. And in the process of fueling up, I meet fellow doting parents and learn a new trick or two.

..like hamsters are a cool party prize and that I should take pictures of my daughter appreciating them. Missed that kodak moment..

…like kids love balls but under no circumstances should they hold a billiard ball in the presence of a baby. Dodged that bullet.

billard ball

She managed to grab the ball and show it to her new kinakapatid. His parents mentally killed me.

…like karaoke is truly loved by all ages

toddler microphone hogging

They sang the alphabet and couldn't get passed A.

…like art is everywhere even a hotel lobby.

art love

She made sure we stopped and said goodbye to her new favorite painting.

What new tricks did you learn last weekend?

Manila Art 2010

One of my most vivid childhood memories was visiting The Met with my Dad every weekend. We walked to the museum, around the museum and back home. That’s a million kilometers for a kid but I don’t remember ever complaining. I loved it.  What did I know about art back then? What do I know about it now? It’s hard to articulate. I think it’s an evolving private conversation between art and me. I’m just glad my Dad pushed me to socialize with art– period.

This weekend was the perfect time for my 21 month old daughter to start picking up on some conversations. She was a natural. So much  so we went back to the Manila Contemporary exhibit for a second chat.

Visit the Manila Art Exhibit at SMX. It’s open until Sunday, August 1st.

Here are my daughter’s favorites and believe me she was vocal about it:

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Little Libra

My daughter has everyone fooled that she’s a little tomboy with her refusal to adorn her hair, her preference for lifting equipment, her tendency to push boys, and her all too confident swagger when entering a familiar room. My answer: she’s a libra. She’s really a balance of both.

She loves her lipstick, her shoes and her dresses. Pink is her favorite color and posing is her innate talent. And when her crush is in the premises. Oh my goodness, she shocks me. She acts like a lovestruck teenager from the movies. Her face is shining, shimmering, splendid with joy. I suspect that he’s moving in slow-mo in her eyes. After she squeals and hops in excitement, she offers him snacks and attempts to feed him. If she could maneuver a fan, she’d fan him.

So when we played dress-up girly girl today, I really enjoyed seeing her all pretty with her bracelets and pearls, her clips and lipstick. But I was not surprised to see her violently pull them all off once she got her “fix.”

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Can I emphasize that it was really nice to see her all pretty?

Binoculars

Like all worthwhile things in life, crafts are not about the results but the process. We made a pair of binoculars today out of purely recycled items: toilet paper rolls, scrap art paper, and ribbon. I thought she’d enjoy making something. We didn’t get that far. She enjoyed handling the tools– the glue, the markers, the popsicle stick and the hole puncher. How simple children are. Here’s mommy busy with the goal in mind and there’s my daughter delighting in the stickiness of the glue, enjoying the mere act of replacing marker caps and marveling at the engineering genius of the hole puncher. It’s hard to imagine living in such a basic world. Looks like my toddler made a pair of binoculars for me!

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Source: No Time for Flash Cards

She did enjoy the binoculars at the end. Her eyes are shut most times. Honestly I think she’s merely indulging me, feeling my excitement in making them. My little politician…

What would you like to see through the eyes of a child?