Hungry Baby Red

If this were a movie, the tagline would have been “I’m scared of crying babies. Help.”

The day I arrived home, mom was at the hospital attending to her patients. So, my pop and I just ate dinner, after which I went upstairs to relax. I text messaged my mom about my arrival whilst enjoying my relaxation. She then replied with “I’m coming.” in our native tongue. I thought, I’m finally seeing my mom after 7 days with my siblings. Upon her arrival, I was still lounging upstairs. She went to our downstairs living room talking to my dad… Gaah long story short, mom called for me saying, “I have something for you.” and I went down.

I had no idea what it was. But given my non-stop food filled brain, I expected food. However, when I went downstairs, she was holding this thing wrapped in white cloth with one arm. And yeah, it was a new born and it was a he. The baby’s mom was still at the hospital and the husband was prolly with her. Mom took the baby home to have the nanny look after the kid but the nanny does not even know how to hold the baby and the little thing was hungry.

While mom and a midwife whipped up milk, I took the little boy upstairs where I was watching a T.V. show. It was ridiculously hot so I turned the electric fan on. And what happened? Baby Red cried. He was immediately cherry red and he cried like something hurt. I freaked out. Oh, I named him Baby Red cause of the crying thing. Very creative. Not. From the fan-crying incident, I learned he hates electric fans. How could babies be so picky? I managed to make him stop crying. But he cried again and I was scared. What if I did something wrong?

I went downstairs calling for my mom.  Hungry Baby Red cried again. He sucked his gloves. Helpless, I was.  I pretended to cry with him. Pretty immature but it was fun. Haha! Everytime he cried, I cried as well. While we waited for his milk, my sweat was dripping like mad. I had to turn another fan on. And alas, he cried. I had no other choice but to sit there and sweat it all out. After minutes and minutes, milk was finally ready. He now slept better.

Burping time! 😉

PS: I’d want to share pictures with you guys but I look horrendous so, nevermind.

My Anything Under the Sun Job

Months ago, I accepted a friend’s offer to help out on article writing and the likes. I like writing and I wasn’t doing much so, what was there to lose? There was actually, and that was time. But then, I’ve spent my time wisely since that month. It’s actually some sort of discipline for me because I’ve to have a certain number of articles per hour or so. Then again, I have gotten away with that before this latest client. 😉

Regardless of the clients though, except for the one with the resume site, everything has just been so random. Imagine having to rewrite articles about cocktails, and then infidelity, and then birds. And then I’ve written stuff from dieting to retirement to boating. Very random, yes? Random is most of the time fun. It’s only fun when you know all the things you need about the certain topic. When you don’t? You’re like, “huh?!” Well, you’d have to do some research and spend a couple of minutes on your sources before you can write. And when you’re like me – won’t read if I don’t like and doesn’t like pointless articles matched with Sid the Sloth mentality, you’d take ages.

Then again, it still is fun. 😀 I’m satisfying my need for pressure. Oh yeah!

A Woman and Her Grandson at Church

There are people who go to church everyday and I admire that about all of them.

Since ages ago, mom decided we’d go to church on Saturdays instead of Sundays.  There are less people on Saturdays, hence, no noisy kids who can’t stay in their seats, equals concentration. I have a very short attention span, so I need all the silence I can get.  Plus I’m easily annoyed despite my ability to hide it.

One of those people is this precious woman around her 70’s. She’s usually accompanied by her grandson who’s as angelic as can be. And I’m not trying to make a good image out of him, he’s just nice looking. By nice I mean personality-wise. Anyhow, for as long as I can remember, he’s always with her when she goes to church. When I’ve to go to church on Thursdays or Mondays or whenever, they’d always be there. I thought he’d never change.

I don’t expect teenagers to stay with their grandparents all the time and I was pleased to see that boy with his grandma but since about 4 weeks ago, he wasn’t always there with her. And his grandma has trouble walking towards the priest during communion. After a few minutes into the mass, I saw him talking to classmates outside the church. They had something going on. I think they were preparing for a school party or something. I thought that was fine and I figured he’d come in during communion. Unfortunately, he had disappeared before the Liturgy of the Eucharist. My concerned self planned on helping her when the time comes but this other woman, around her 60’s got to her before I stood up.

Since then, it was that other lady who assisted her. But over time, I’ve seen other people, probably related to her, go to church as well. So, it’s not as heartbreaking a scene anymore. I just am feeling a bit sad given I don’t have my grand mother anymore. Years ago, my mom and I would share one of our communion wafers, keep the other one whole, take it home and give it to grandma. She wouldn’t go to church cause she doesn’t want people to see her on a wheelchair. If she did I’d proudly push her chair and sit next to her. My other grandmother lives somewhere else, but I see her every now and then. Whenever I do, I make sure I spend as much time with her as I can.

Last Saturday, September 3, no sign of the teenage boy. Well, not until I looked up to the side of the altar. He was there, wearing a white-robe-ish thing (I have no idea what that’s called). He’s an altar server now. At least I know they go there together.