Creative Horseplay

January 20th, 2011

As a Mom to 2 precocious and overly-active little girls, it can sometimes be a task to keep them occupied when there is not much to do. Others would so the usual route and probably just haul their asses to the nearest mall and park the kiddos in Timezone or one of those pay-and-play-rubberized-and-foamed-play-areas but not me. I try to be creative.

Whether it means engaging them in some activity that would require cheap nike indoor shoes to something creative and yummy that would require the use of a #32 plastic sausage stuffing tube , I try to find ways to keep my kids entertained…..at home as much as possible.

Sometimes my kids would rather do art stuff. For this I have filled up a box with […]  Continue Reading

Tumbang Preso

October 28th, 2010

Leave it to my kids to find ways to amuse themselves on what would otherwise be a boring day.

They found an empty can of Diet Coke on top of Manang’s “kalakal” heap and decided to play Tumbang Preso. Never mind that they didn’t understand the intricacies of the game. All they knew was that they needed to hit the can with their chinelas. This goes without saying that they refused to remove the slippers they had on and instead took out another pair of slippers for the task.


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Party Pooper…Not!!

May 31st, 2010

Ever since summer started, our breakfast table has been HQ for the neighborhood kids. It isn’t anymore surprising to have one or two of our neighbors over for breakfast tagging with them special breakfast requests. There are days when I have to cook up another batch of pancakes, hash browns, grilled cheese sandwiches, eggs and hotdogs. If I’m lucky, they ask for cereal. But I’m not complaining. The kids love that they have friends over and so do I.

However, this morning was a bit different. Blame my PMS and the fact that I barely got any sleep because I downed a mug of coffee after dinner because I was sleepy as early as 7pm. So anyway the kids had their BFF’s over for breakfast […]  Continue Reading