I’m not supposed to blog today or in the next days to come because up to now, my work plate is still full, as in! But I feel like I’ve accomplished so many things in so little days that I deserve to babble my thoughts to you.
Our Gymboree Center has finally opened its doors on Saturday, yahoo! That’s the reason why I said on my Instagram that i was mentally and yes, PHYSICALLY tired. Inis-is ko ang mga talsik-talsik ng semento sa tiles ng toilet, mind you! I’ll tell you more about the fabulous Gymboree Sta. Rosa on a separate post since I don’t want to think about work for the meantime.
And so let’s talk about my Ravivo, my ultimate source of joy.
About three weeks ago, I realized something: ang gwapo na pala talaga ng unico hijo ko!
It’s not as though I used to find my son ugly or ordinary-looking. I think he’s cute and handsome in that F4 or Lee Min Ho way (which isn’t really my type, to be honest), but I am often shy to say that to other people. I mean, all moms think their children are cute, right? As in even if we moms somehow know they’re not, we’d look for an angle to always look at and start convincing ourselves that they are. Until finally, we believe it. I fear I may have unconsciously done that, that’s why I’m shy to blurt out that, “Ang gwapo ng anak ko!” because that may just be in my eyes.
But now, I feel more confident saying it, after hearing consecutive gushes of girls and gays, “Ang gwapo ng bata!”, “Ang pogi ng bata, o!” and the like. This was when we went to Alabang Town Center three Mondays ago.
Here’s Raviv with his Tatay at IHOP Alabang that day:
Oh that smile!!!
After we that satisfying bruch at IHOP, we headed to ATC because Randy had a follow-up appointment at Obagi (his breakouts are at its worst and after shelling out thousands and thousands at Obagi, waley pa rin! Sigh!)
While Randy was in consultation with his derma (who’s the spitting image of Katrina Halili…hmmm on hindsight I should have never left Randy there with “Katrina”, just as Vicki Belo shouldn’t have trusted Hayden Kho with the real Katrina! Hehehe), I brought Raviv with me to go to the adjacent beauty parlors to ask about their keratin treatment packages. In each parlor we went to, the staff would gush how handsome Raviv was. I felt each and every one was sincere, because they would talk about it further after we had left. When we finally went to Obagi, I overheard “Katrina” and her staff gushing again how utterly handsome Raviv was.
So confirmed, gwapo nga ang anak ko. Straight from the mouth of Dr. Katrina Halili, beauty expert.
Now, to celebrate Raviv’s recently-confirmed kagwapuhan, I want to share with you some photos of him when I got him to pose ala mowdel-mowdel. Patronize me—I’m a tired working (and working and working) momma here brimming with pride.
Moreover, these were supposed to be for his wardrobe diaries but as usual, I didn’t have the time to post them again. So I’m cramming some of them here.
Here’s Raviv’s “Suave” look:
Plaid Polo: Ralph Lauren
Pants: Mickey Mouse
Raviv here really looks like he belongs to a Ralph Lauren ad, don’t you think? Even though the shadows are a telltale sign that this was shot at night, he still looks like a mini-me of the quintessential RL (Ralph Lauren or Raviv Ladaga? Hehe) man in a glossy ad, squinting in the sunlight with hair being blown all over, but still manages to look hot. [Read more…]