Watercolor Art

Tuesday, February 7, 2012

R has been increasingly curious about a lot of things. This time she wanted to try out watercolor painting. So I bought the cheapest I could find since it was going to be her 1st time to paint. I bought her watercolor paints when she was younger but the yaya was the one who enjoyed my gift. Hmp.

I had to buy two just to be on the safe side. K is always following what her ate is doing.







a work of art:)

The Best Way I Know How

Sunday, February 5, 2012

The kids love to have bubble bath. And sometimes it takes them a long time to finish. I really don't like waiting for them and standing there. So instead I came up with a better plan. It's a win-win situation. It's a way to let them enjoy the bubbles.


M enjoying her bubble bath. 



The plan: grab a chair and my favorite book.




Hah! Now we're both enjoying:)

Blood Donation at Buhangin

Friday, February 3, 2012

Another round of blood donations. Despite the pouring rain, we were able to get more or less 30 donors. Some are new and some are regular donors.






my table with my kodigo (just in case i forget something)


ate Jaira

Ate Stella, our Med Tech (the one wearing the stripes polo)



It was raining that day. As you can see, the gym is flooded.

Breastfeeding Station at SM Davao

Wednesday, February 1, 2012

Wondering how it looks inside their Bf station? Here's a peek for dads who can't go inside. I got to use it again when I needed to pump for milk.


this is the entrance door. on the side is the changing table.

i wonder what the wheelchair is for.

me while pumping. i'm using the next9 nursing cover in azure.

their logbook


this is what you will see when you enter by the door.

one of the photos on the wall. the other one was a painting of a woman.

Hope you can share some of the breastfeeding stations around the world.

Injured

Saturday, January 28, 2012

For a long time I have had pedicures, this is my first time. Hubby had to take out a part of my toenail. It was swollen and painful. A small pressure made me shout. No amount of painkillers could make me feel better. So I had persuaded and eventually forced him to take it out.

I don't wanna gross you out so I'll post the part where he was done.


As I'm making this post, pain is creeping in. Need to rest.


My mother now insist that I stick to one nail salon. I think this time she's right.