I still haven't discovered scrapbooking when Bea was this small... i'm making up for lost time...=)
photo hunt :: four
i chanced upon these super cute wooden paper clips at our local bookstore. and guess what? they were sold per set of four! who ever said that the office should always be drab and boring? i always make it a point to try to add some life and color in my office workspace... makes corporate life less torturous. =)
Going Gaga Over Pet Society
Lately, my darling sister and I have been addicted to Facebook’s Pet Society. I have a dog named Spunkette while she has a dog (?) named Flipflap. Our cousin, Ella invited us to join. At first, I ignored the invitation, I mean I have so many pending invitations and this particular invitation didn’t arouse my interest. But then she kept on talking about her pet and how often she played Pet society, so I got curious, finally accepted the invite and created my own pet. Initially, spunkette was a boy dog named spunky. But when I started dressing him up, I realized that clothing options for male pets were quite limited. My inadequate number of coins earned didn’t help either. Plus, as we all know, it is always for fun to play dress up with little girls. So I went ahead and changed his gender. He became a she and spunky became spunkette.
My sister’s pet went through the same dilemma, and in the end she also chose for be a girl. Although the name flipflap remained the same.
We’ve been playing for some time now and we have been so addicted, that whenever our respective computers are on, we are logged on to Pet Society for sure, joining races, buying mystery boxes, feeding and bathing our pets and well as other’s. In other words, we are simply hooked! We even exchange emails just to talk about our pets and their latest adventures in their virtual world. Bea already recognizes our pets. She just loves to watch us play with our pets. She especially loves it when we feed them. (She makes the munching sound along with our pets.)
Bea knows them by name. She even invented her own pet. We didn’t teach her or anything. She just came up with it on her own.
“Who is mommy’s pet?” “Anket (Spunkette)”.
“Who is ninang’s pet?” “Plipplap (Flipflap)”.
“Who is Bea’s pet?” “Em-em” (!)
It doesn’t matter how many times we ask her, her answer is consistent. It’s always Em-em!
Yep, even Bea is going gaga over Facebook’s Pet Society!
photo hunt :: space
one morning, hubby and i were driving to work when i chanced upon this weird looking pattern in the sky. It was a cloudy day, the clouds were light and feathery, and they almost covered the whole sky, except for this one spot that had a big spacious hole in the middle. i took a picture because this sight made me think of UFO's and mother ships. =)
Checking Out Schools
Last Monday, hubby and little Bea went to the nearby school to inquire about their nursery class. Bea will be 3.5 years old by June so we are planning to enroll her. We are lucky enough to have two schools very near our house. Bea and I already went to one a couple of weeks ago. Last Monday it was hubby’s turn to check out the second school.
I never thought choosing a preschool for the little one can be so stressful. I just feel that it is our responsibility to choose the right school for her. I remember my own preschool. It was perfect. I can still remember my first teacher, Mrs. Aragon. I just loved her and because of her I enjoyed going to school and I enjoyed studying. I really want the same experience for Bea. Just imagine, her nursery class, teacher and classmates have the power to shape her impression of the whole school experience. What if she doesn’t like her teacher? What if she is bullied? In her young innocent mind, they all represent the whole educational system for her. What if because of a bad experience in nursery school, she refuses to go to school? She starts hating books and studying? What then?
Waaah! So much pressure. Do all parents go through this kind of paranoia? Or is it just me? hehehe…
I really hope we make the right choice…
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