Plurk Mommies

Finally got to meet more of the Plurk Moms I keep chatting with everyday. Twas so much fun, we didn't realize we have been gabbing for hours already!



Photo courtesy of Jen T. :)

Meanwhile, my son strutted towards the Jollitown event at Shang.

Worried About Little Girls

We were watching Wowowee when the camera panned onto a dancing girl who was probably not more than 6 years old. She was dancing like a whore in a girlie bar. Willie interviewed the Mom and she said her little girl learned it from their gay neighbors. Willie had the girl dance again and she did with gusto, complete with horrible f*ck-me facial expressions. I was aghast! And enraged!

Willie did say that if she were her daughter, he'd have shaved her head (or something like that).

Anyway, that is the really weird thing about parents these days. They dress up their kids in slutty outfits, can't wait to buy them makeup and such, and then ten-fifteen years down the line, they will rage over teenage pregnancy and their daughter's promiscuity. Wtf!

It's the moms especially who must be clear on how they want their daughters to grow up. Letting them watch Hannah Montana and hung up on Bratz and Barbie isn't helping them any! And no, i'm not against little girls playing princesses and beauty queens exactly, I just want them to be raised to know they're worth more than their looks, and their ability to attract attention (sexual or otherwise).

Mompreneurs Tip

One thing I know mompreneurs can do that would help them start out with their business (or expand) is to frequent trade shows and bazaars. Some only require a minimal fee of P30-100 after all, and you usually get canvas bags and brochures. Plus, you usually spend more at the mall anyway, so spending it somewhere that provides research is surely a great alternative.

And it doesn't always matter if it's in the same field as your interest or business. Sometimes, the industrial equipment being showcased in a big agro fair can be a source of inspiration for other products. Or maybe, this certain fair will have exhibitors of better storage and containing systems. Plus, the food is also usually great. And you can even get free massages (on Lazy Boys you can't afford to buy, no less!).

Just check SMX and World Trade Center for its calendar of exhibits.

It Takes Imagination

The tech-savvy moms of today usually employ the use of ipods to entertain their kids. They save favorite songs there, and favorite videos. And they just sit and cuddle and watch.

Well, I don't have an Ipod. And when I do get around to using my mp4 player, I really don't like having to share it with my son because it's quiet, ME time for me. So I have to be imaginative when I want to bond with him. Sure, we watch videos together (how else would I also learn sign language and all the Signing Time songs?) but we also read a lot together. He already knows Amelia Bedelia books (his favorite is the one with the baby). And we play ball, a lot. I throw and catch, he jumps around watching me play.

He also makes me ride one of his toy cars while he rides the other. And he uses my body as a play gym. The point is, it takes imagination and a lot of willingness to play with him. Bo Sanchez said that "it is not bonding, not quality time, if hearts aren't engaged". So I keep that in mind and make sure, we're engaged.

For Digiscrapping Expectant Mommies

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I am still stressing over my son's constipation. I am such an unhappy Mommy these days!

Happiness Over Poop

It sounds crazy but it's true. My son's poop spells my happiness somewhat. And since i'm a SAHM, I know my son's constitution very much.

It was end of May when Yakee started being constipated. His poop just wasn't what it used to be eventhough there wasn't a big change in his diet. We still mostly ate homecooked meals and he drinks lots of milk. Then we bought some apples last Wednesday and he became constipated big time after that. Enough to really be straining and only pooping small pieces at a time.

I was so stressed. Since I was constipated as a kid, I knew how terrible it is to strain. So it broke my heart when my son would strain and nothing will come out, when he didn't even have to really strain before. Sigh. I go for hours just thinking about his poop.

I have been close to force-feeding him yogurt and probiotic drinks everyday. And after lunch today, he pooped without noticeable strain. My heart started singing again. No more apples for him and certainly, more papaya shakes!

If You Have A Son

Read This: Teachers Don't Like Boys, Mom.

"Boys want to get their feet wet and their hands dirty. They want to build things and take them apart, trap small animals and climb tall trees. Or jump up and touch whatever they can. "

I am guilty of this disservice sometimes... or most times. I hate it when my son creates a mess. I hate it when he gets dirty. I am creeped out by the fact that he chases frogs and lizards and cockroaches and eats moths.

I forget that he is a child exploring his world. I forget that he is a boy who learns with his body, not just his mind.