maligayang pasko!

December 22nd, 2004 by ruth

christmas ball

this is probably gonna be my last post before christmas; we’re off to my in-laws for the holidays, yipee! i officially declare than i am done with christmas shopping (hallelujiah!), and am now looking forward to spending some quiet family time (well, as quiet as it can get with jan around, hehe), not to mention MIL’s sumptuous cooking, over the holidays.

i’ve still got lots to pack and i still have to scoot jan to get a haircut… clean the flat, press clothes, tidy up the kitchen, clean the fridge, wrap the last gifts, and bring the key to the neighbors and ask them to water the plants…. and then, it’s… christmastime!!!

MALIGAYANG PASKO AT MASAGANANG BAGONG TAON SA INYONG LAHAT!

nipping stereotyping in the bud

December 20th, 2004 by ruth

naturally, jan has the most gifts already in the pile, just waiting to be wrapped and laid under the tree. daddy wants to give him a toy, mommy wants to give him something to wear. we end up buying both, and then some.

see, probably like most pinoys, i associate christmas, birthdays and first days of school to getting new clothes. for hubby, however, it’s tacky to give clothes as gifts, because he considers it as a basic necessity: “you’ll have to buy him clothes, anyway, occassion or no occassion. and besides, no child of two would appreciate clothes. now, toys are different.”

granted that i accept this logic, ok, next question: what sort of toy? walk through the toy section of any department store, and you’ll see shelves upon shelves of attractive, colorful, expensive, but otherwise, stupid toys. toys that would keep a child busy for about… four minutes. i like toys that challenge the intellect, develop motor skills, or cultivate creativity. otherwise, jan could just go ahead and bang the pots and pans in the kitchen. at least somebody’s putting them to better use.

speaking of kitchens… have you ever seen these make-believe-kitchens with oven and sink, complete with pots, pans, laddles etcetera? why do they ALWAYS make it in PINK? and why are there so few choices of male dolls?

fact is, we have seriously been considering giving jan a doll (do i hear gasps?). what is wrong with a small boy, playing pretend, nurturing a baby doll? or a stuff toy? what is wrong with a small boy playing with plastic plates and pretending to pour tea into cups? my own mother said, “wag mo pabayaan, baka maging bading!” sus! bading, my foot!

i’ll tell you what is wrong with that picture: it’s just a tiny detail, but can’t these toy factories make them in colors other than pink and purple?

it took a while til mattel showed sensitivity and started manufacturing dark-skinned and asian barbies. i wonder how much longer we have to wait til we get male dolls. and no, not ken, please.

in the meantime, we’re going with the flow (cop-outs!), and giving him something “appropriate” for boys.

PinoxExpats, Christmas Issue

December 20th, 2004 by ruth

the third issue of pinoyexpats is up! we’ve made it fully-packed, so chew it well; the 4th issue won’t be til the love month of february.

go and check our christmas present for all you pinoyexpats (and friends) out there!

’twas a week before christmas…

December 17th, 2004 by ruth

how do you choose gifts for your very loved ones? if it’s just for acquaintances and officemates, it’s so easy: grab something useful, or something that ain’t, it doesn’t matter. a book, a pen, a photo frame, a jazz cd. a pair of funny winter socks or a coffee mug. anything will do. it’s the thought that counts, anyway.

but of all people, hubby is the person i find most difficult thinking of a gift for (sus, german sentence construction with english words, haha!).

sure, there are lots he needs. like a suit for his defense next year. but that’s way out of my reach. or a well-deserved holiday to the tropics. also way out of my reach.

he has a long list of book wish list, most of which are books about the philippines: headhunters by david howard, culture smart philippines, a picture book called burning heart, among them…

but a single lone book cannot be IT. it’s christmas.

a shirt? a bottle of cologne? a pair of pyjamas? nah. sounds too… practical.

cufflinks? a watch? nah. too… gaudy.

hm. what tangible present can you offer someone you’ve vowed to love and spend your whole life together with? what greater gift can i give to a person than the promise to be by his side as we weather the storms life will deal us? what gift would not pale in comparison to the priviledge of nurturing our child together? what gift would convey all these promises?

aaaaargh! at this rate, most probably, i’ll end up giving the guy something as imaginative as a safety pin.

self imposed gagging-up

December 10th, 2004 by ruth

a clam, Mimosa pudica, and me. we’ve got a lot more in common that i’d care to admit: poke a little too harshly and we close in on ourselves, nay saying a word. a week, two weeks, three. ask my husband, he’s becoming an expert in dealing with clams.

i’m trying to crawl out of my hole. lend me a grip, would’ya?