saturday hooray.

Saturday is our official family day. Both my husband and I are off from work and it's our Yaya's dayoff too. Dwynn wakes up early with Zaiid, the biggest sacrifice in the world (hahah ok I'm exagerating!), to make the morning fun with our little boy. From his bath to poop time, from reading books or creating and destroying tower blocks... Thank God for saturdays.

I was at least feeling better today, no fever that is. Cough is getting worse, but I think this is the last phase of this flu. I'm not sure if I can work tomorrow though.

In the meantime, Baby Manghud's all kicks and jabs with a little swimming here and there. I think the little tummy dweller, now at 19weeks, has grown fine inside me. This is us, reading a book together called "What To Expect When You're Expecting". With my first pregnancy, Tschai was kind enough to lend me an older version of the book. Now that I found one myself (and because I'm no longer in Cebu hehe), I hope I can spread the love with this book to a new mother in the future :) Along with this book, I also bought "What To Expect The Toddler Years" for Zaiid's journey. Great read.

Thank God for Saturdays :)

what love does...

Although I'm not in the highest form of high right now due to my flu, Zaiid being Zaiid just makes everything a little better. It's what love does.

In the morning he's all energy from doodling the back of our closet to playing outside with his United Colored Playgroup, he has managed to push my tiredness back and got me up taking his pictures again. I just can't get enough of this growing monster-love.

He has noticed the changes of course. He sleeps with yaya and my sister in our bed for two nights now. In the morning he'd crawl up to my husband and I and make himself comfortable between us and pretends to be sleepy. Or while I'm at rest lying on the sofa, he'd come bringing his book and demands a story. Isn't that sweet? And even if I can't kiss him for now, I steal one or two a day.

I hope this flu leaves now and never come back. I still worry about Baby Manghud...oh I'm sure we'll be fine soon. "What's mama's tummy, Zaiid?" I often ask my boy, 1.10yo. "Eggs!" He'd shout. Hahah so funny!