Raviv’s Halloween Costumes

Trick-or-treating is one of those Western traditions that I had really wanted to be a part of when I was young. Unfortunately, because I was born three decades earlier, at partida sa liblib na part pa ng North Cotabato ako lumaki, hanggang carolling lang ang nagawa ko. Good enough I guess, except that carollings didn’t entail me to wear costumes (which is actually half of the fun of trick-or-treating).

Fast forward to today. It seems that trick-or-treat in posh subdivisions has been en vogue since a decade ago. So when Raviv was old enough to go trick-or-treating, go agad ako! I’ve heard that one of the best trick-or-treat haunts (pun slightly intended) were in Ayala Alabang. Since my cousin lives there, off we went. Unfortunately, it wasn’t such a good experience because there were too many “outsiders” who forced their way in the exclusive village just to go trick-or-treating (I even heard from another resident that there was a time when the security didn’t allow these outsiders in…ayun nagiba ang gate). Because of this, it seemed the Ayala Alabang residents were no longer too keen on handing out special treats…Mentos at Potchi na lang din tuloy ang treats.

The Halloween after Raviv’s first trick-or-treat,we were in Thailand, and there were no Halloween events there. But last year, Gymboree Play & Music Sta. Rosa had a Pumpkin Patch Party as a pre-opening event. It was Raviv’s first Halloween Party, and he had loads of fun.

He wore a Mike Wazowzky costume that we bought from Disneyland.

Pixar characters: Mike Wazowzky and “Jessie”

This year, Gymboree Sta. Rosa hosted five Pumpkin Patch Parties, and Raviv attended four of them. At each time, he had fun and participated in all activities. He wore three different costumes to the four parties.

Speaking of costumes, what’s your take on the controversial Muslim costume of Tito Sotto and Joey de Leon?

Joey de Leon and Tito Sotto wearing thawb as Halloween costume

When I first read about it, my first instinct was, “What’s wrong with that?” Perhaps I was so dense because it took me a while to realize that, traditionally, Halloween costumes were supposed to be scary. Thus, the two hosts seemed to have implied that Muslims were to be feared. That thought slipped off my mind because in Gymboree parties, we prohibited kids from wearing anything scary. And these days, scary Halloween costumes are considered tacky already. The cuter the better na kasi. That’s why I felt a tad bad about the Halloween activity of one of our local town malls. There was a Best in Costume award, and Raviv was wearing his Mike Wazowsky costume. Honestly, I thought Raviv was at least going to be shortlisted to be a part of the Top 10. But lo and behold, deadmabells ang board of judges sa costume ni Raviv, eh ang cute-cute kaya! Most of the kids they picked were wearing heavy scary make-up. Zombies, witches, ganun. Medyo naawa ako kay Raviv when he asked, “‘Nay, why was I not picked?” I just told him that the judges were choosing kids wearing scary costumes. But there was one cute little girl who was an angel. We supported the little girl to win, but I heard others say that she shouldn’t win because it’s a Halloween activity thus scary costumes must have an edge.

Anyway, back to the thawb costume. If the two hosts meant to wear it to be in the league of witches, zombies and other scary characters,well, foul nga talaga. But if it’s just a costume, as in like a Heneral Luna or Mike Wazowzky or pirate or fighting prince, then maybe it’s no big deal. It may not be politically correct but honestly, kapagod na ‘yang political correctness na ‘yan.

IMHO, those who cry being bullied by politically incorrect people are being the bullies with all their open letters and statuses complete with “Pls share”. FYI, pikon akong tao. But I think people these days already put too much malice on the littlest things that were uttered or published offhandedly. Too much reading between the lines, when most of the time there’s nothing to read.

And FYI, I’m not a fan of Eat Bulaga or AlDub. Neither am I a fan of Showtime/Vice Ganda nor any noontime show for that matter.  Moreover, I stand corrected if Joey de Leon and Tito Sotto said or did something discriminating relating to Islam while wearing the thawb.


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Conversations with Raviv Part 6

This November, Raviv will be taking his first entrance exam to a big school.

Gravity, hindi na baby ang baby boy namin!!! One of the things I love about blogging is that old entries make me smile. There are times I can’t believe something really happened, but since I know I’m very honest on my blog, I knew they happened if they’re documented here. I could revisit Raviv’s childhood again and again, and I’ll remember what a funny and adorable baby he has been.

Speaking of funny, let me share with you some of the hilarious things I remember Raviv saying over the past…well, ever since I wrote Conversations with Raviv Part 5.


Conversation 1: Calling a Spade a Spade

I once brought Raviv to a training. At lunch, we were served a KFC lunch box with two pieces of fried chicken. I gave Raviv the chicken because he loves fried chicken. He ate heartily. Afterwards, I told him to thank the person who provided our food.

I: Raviv you have to thank Ms. P****

Raviv: Who is Ms. P*****?

I: The one wearing pink.

Raviv: Which one?

I: That lady (pointing to Ms. P****), o.

Raviv: You mean ‘yung mataba?

I: Sssshhh Raviv don’t say that! Don’t say someone is mataba!

Raviv: OK. So you mean the fat one?

At that point, wala na akong masabi. Hehehe. Euphemism and politcal correctness are not expected of kids.


Conversation 2: A Jollitown-er at McDonald’s?

Last summer I “enrolled” Raviv at as a McDonald’s Kiddie Crew (Do I recommend it? Mmm, perhaps not for really young kids. For 6 and above. The “facilitator” isn’t too hands-on and might just leave your kid doing something else—good thing I did not believe them when they told me to just leave my four-year-old with the facilitator. Most participants were also older, and I was afraid they might bully Raviv) His favorite part is when they would go to the counter and get customers’ orders. S’yempre bili ako nang bili, at dapat s’ya ang nasa counter. He was super cute!

Para mas cute, I taught him something.

I: Raviv when someone is at the counter, you should tell them, “Welcome to McDonald’s!”

Then Raviv proceeded to the counter. When he saw a customer over the counter…

Raviv: Welcome to Jollibee!!!

Ayayay!!! Hahaha! Sinasadya n’ya ‘yun, because he flashed that adorably naughty grin of his!


Conversation 3: Boys’s Secret!

Randy and Raviv were in the living room watching TV while I was in our bedroom. Then Randy called me, laughing. Apparently he and Raviv had this conversation when a chocolate drink commercial aired.

Raviv: Tatay, I think I want to drink my chocolate drink (we have stock in the ref for his baon; I don’t allow Raviv to drink it just because).

Randy (ever being the spoiler): OK, get one from the ref.

Raviv: Pero ‘wag natin ipakita kay Nanay, OK?

But of course Randy told me, pointing out what a spoilsport I was! Actually, that wasn’t the first time it happened. Yaya Isay told me that once he saw Raviv hiding in our laundry area. Apparently, one of our drivers offered Raviv the Nova (chips) that our driver was eating. Looking around, he told our driver to follow him to the secluded laundry area. There, Raviv munched on the chips. When his Yaya Isay saw them, she told Raviv, “Hala ka! Bawal sa ‘yo ‘yan ‘di ba?!?” Raviv looked like he was about to cry and returned the chips to the container. Our driver, feeling sorry for Raviv, begged Yaya Isay to allow Raviv to eat and not tell me. They kept that secret for a long time, actually. It was only recently I learned about it whwn someone accidentally let the chips—er, the cat—out of the bag. [Read more…]

Raviv’s Wardrobe Diary #31: Roar for Dinosaurs! (June 3, 2015)

Ola! I’m currently preparing for a presentation next Saturday, and I’m already tired. Blogging break muna.

Anyway, our super duper short & light UPCAT review season ended last week. To mark that finally we are on vacation mode, Randy made last minute plans to go to Clark/Angeles. Raviv had been saying he wanted to go back to Dinosaurs Island and to go swimming. So Randy tasked me to book at Fontana Hot Spring Leisure Parks & Casino. More about Fontana in a separate blogpost. For the meantime, i-feature muna natin ang Ravivong Bata and his outfit.

We arrived at Clark at around 9 a.m. Since it was still too early to check-in our villa at Fontana, we proceeded to Dinosaurs Island. Look at how excited and “nasa mood” Raviv was, despite the long travel:

Ain’t he the cutest?!? And allow me point out the obvious: his shirt was just perfect for this trip! Kebs nang long-sleeves at pinawisan siya! Basta dinosaur!  Or should I say, dino-snoar?

But it wasn’t just his shirt that was in the theme. Notice that he’s carrying a backpack, too. We don’t usually make him carry a bag, but this one’s an exception, because he loves his bag so much. Take a look:

Raviv’s whole ensemble made him so much more excited. So of course, here are the outfit details:

  • long-sleeved blue shirt: Debenham’s Blue Zoo
  • mustard shorts: Rustan’s Kiddos
  • sandals: Chicco
  • abaca hat: from a store at Festival Mall
  • bag: Lily & Tucker “Danny” bag

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Raviv’s Wardrobe Diary #30: Nanay’s Shopping Buddy (May 8, 2015)

On Facebook and on Twitter, several people have been requesting me to blog about Raviv again. Onga, I haven’t been blogging about mi amorcito these days! Truth be told, we haven’t really bonded in the last weeks. We would be together physically, yes, but mentally my mind is wandering and wondering.

So last Thursday when I learned I have no classes (yep, Brain Train’s MomsterTeacher is back!!!), I decided to take Raviv out. It was a simple day out kasi SM Sta. Rosa lang ang kinaya naming puntahan. Nuvali or Paseo de Sta. Rosa may have been more sosyal to the ears, but we go there almost everyday already, and there are not too many stuff for kids in either mall. So SM Sta. Rosa it is! Here’s what he wore on our day out:

  • polo shirt: Old Navy
  • mustard shorts: Rustan’s Jr.
  • sandals: Florsheim Kids
  • abaca hat: SM Dept. Store
  • sunnies: Dickies

You know looking at this, I can’t help but smile. Binatang-binata ang anak ko. And I just gotta say it: he’s definitely a looker!

First, we went to a bookstore where I bought Raviv all books he wanted. And he was so happy! Next we went to SM Kids Fashion at SM Department Store. I really wanted to buy him new clothes because Raviv was going on a date with his Ninang Light Manuel the following day. Since it was medyo last minute, I wasn’t able to pack Raviv enough nice clothes (most of his clothes were in Los Banos; I brought clothes to last him until Friday only as he was supposed to travel back to Los Banos on this day). And wouldn’t you know it, there was a sale on most kids’ clothes!!! I got Raviv these:

Garfield Polo Shirt at 50% off; from P400 to P200 only!

Boys Got Style (BGS) shirt at 50% off; from P300 to only P150! I love BGS because even though they’re really affordable, they’re sturdy and stylish! What I love about this shirt is that the cloth is really soft and thick, and the rubberized surfboard design is a headturner!

However, even if there were lots of sale items, I still wasn’t able to resist buying Raviv these pants and polo that weren’t even on sale. Ang ganda kasi! Look:

Disney’s Cars denim short-sleeved polo. This is actually too big for Raviv, as it’s for 7 to 8-year-old boys! But this was the last piece and I wanted it so badly. We tried it on Raviv, and tucking it in did the trick!

I also got him these stylish pants to finish the look:

Snoopy red skinny jeans. Again, these were too big for him but since the waist was adjustable and the hem could be folded, keribells na!

After Raviv patiently tried on shirt after shirt and pants after pants, he somehow sensed I was in a good mood already. So he pulled me to the toy department. I normally don’t buy him toys, but because he was such a good boy today—indulging his Momma in her kaartehan—I got him a Ben 10 toy. On sale, too! ‘Yun lang, masaya na s’ya. Then we had lunch. We were supposed to go back home after lunch. But then I spotted the Uniqlo store! I love Uniqlo! I’m such a fan! The items may be a bit more expensive than Bench’s or Penshoppe’s and other local stores’s pero naman, the quality of their items are different. Fabric is softer yet sturdier, and design is casual yet fashionable. Plus I love that their stores are roomy and not cramped, and their sales assistants are always helpful and courteous.

Lookie lookie at what I got:

These shirts (made of super duper soft fabric!) cost P390 each…but wait, there’s more: If you buy 2 shirts you get P100 off! If you get three, that’s P200 off! Since I got 4, I got P300 off! Wow, what an offer! Hehehe!

Of course, I also got Raviv shorts from Uniqlo.

I’ve forgotten whether these shorts were on sale, but I found this pair too cute to pass up!

And yeah, I got Randy a pair of walking shorts, too!

Whaddya think? I honestly had second and third and fourth thoughts about buying these shorts. They’re lovely but I was thinking: Ready na ba si Randy sa ganitong shorts?!? But I proceeded buying anyway.

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Wardrobe Diary #69: Black & White at the End of the Rainbow (March 6, 2015)

Happy Monday everyone!  How was last week for you?  I hope it went great!  As for Familia Ladaga, the magic sentence is:  The trouble with “Hello” is “Goodbye”.  O di ba?  Actually, the first half of this week was kinda uneventful.  Chill-chill lang.  But on the later (pasingit:  I was supposed to write “letter”, but I changed my mind because “latter” is the opposite of “former”, whereas “later” is the opposite of “earlier”…’di ba? #GrammarNaziMode) part of the week, it kinda became madrama.  Later post on that, because   this is a Wardrobe Diary entry!  So lemme show you what I wore on Friday to the program at Raviv’s school:

  • white top: Plains & Prints
  • lace pencil skirt: from a stall at Bobae Market in Bangkok
  • belt: Marks & Spencer
  • yellow wedge sandals: Figliarina
  • bag: LV Multicolore Alma
  • sunglasses: Sunnies by Charlie

I wore this ensemble para hindi masyadong halata how fat I’ve become.  Because I did gain a lot of weight!  But don’t worry, I haven’t had much appetite since Friday.  And I hope my very hearty appetite doesn’t return anytime soon.

Anyway, back to Friday. Pormal-pormalan tayo dahil ang anak ko ay…

Yes, Raviv came as a priest last Friday. See, the children at Raviv’s school were supposed to come wearing a community worker costume.  If you remember, Raviv wowed the crowd last year as a taho vendor.  This year, I wanted something unique again.  Even though I very badly want Raviv to be a surgeon (in real life), I knew that the “doctor” outfit would be very common.  But since I had no time to prepare and shop for his outfit-ey, I figured that a priest outfit will do.  Simple lang eh: black long-sleeves, black pants, DIY cross, DIY vicar’s collar and DIY Bible and voila, we have a priest!

‘Yun lang when Raviv was asked during their program what he was, he didn’t know what he was because we are not Catholics.

Anywho, Randy and I came in full force to Raviv’s program because (sob) that was Raviv’s last day at his very first school.  So even though both Raviv and I had fever that day, we still made a point to come (at dahil sayang din ang mga DIY priest accessories na ginawa ko the night before).  Laklak na lang muna ng paracetamol.  Moreover, we were eager to see Raviv finally perform in front.  Remember I used to share with you guys how sad I was that Raviv was too shy?  But you know, ever since he also started going to Gymboree, that changed.  This isn’t to say that his school did nothing about his social skills…it’s just that Gymboree seemed to work wonders with him.  Promise.  Like last Tuesday, a mom who inquired at Gymboree sounded so amused when she related that she met Raviv downstairs. When Raviv heard her asking about Gymboree, Raviv volunteered: “ I’m the owner of Gymboree.  You may play there but not for too long.  Ten minutes lang.”  Kalokang bata!  Randy and I were really surprised because Raviv used to be painfully shy!

So we weren’t that at all surprised when Raviv finally joined his classmates in performing in front!  He may not have been the best dancer, but my heart swelled with pride when I saw him shaking his body and mouthing the lyrics of the song!

And since it was his last day at his school, he was given his certificate.  The school also said goodbye to him. :(  Sad.

But most heartbreaking of all was that he would be separated from his first ever bestfriend, Marcus.

Raviv and Marcus go a long way back.  They went to Rainbow almost the same time, and now they’re also leaving Rainbow at the same time.  They’ve been friends for so long, naging magkamukha na rin sila!  Like last Wednesday when I fetched Raviv, his classmate Sophia called out to him and said, “Bye Marcus!”  Raviv explained to me that Sophia may have said that because “Same kami ng face ni Marcus e!”  Whenever you ask Raviv who his favorite friend, classmate or playmate is, he’d always say, “Marcus!” without batting an eyelash. So when we told him he was leaving Rainbow, he said he was OK with it—Marcus was leaving, too.  But when we told him that Marcus and he would be going to different schools, he said he didn’t want to be separated from Marcus.  Awwwww!

During luncheon after the program, Randy caught Raviv and Marcus under the buffet table comparing their costumes and naughtily “scaring” the younger kids walking near the buffet table.  And then would laugh heartily.  Randy took photos of the two, and no words are needed to describe how these two are each other’s first ever best friends: [Read more…]

About a (Birthday)Boy

Merry Christmas everyone!!!

We are stuck here at home because of the rain, and the expected lethargy that comes along with it.  But besides that, I had also diligently worked hard (char!  Pero totoo!) since this morning until about a few minutes ago.  What work?  Weeeeeell, Gymboree Sta. Rosa is now open!!!  Waaaah!!!  That’s why on Saturday, we were able to push through with Raviv’s birthday celebration.  I’ll delve into more details about on another post (promise gagawin ko talaga!  I know andami ko nang utang sa inyo!!!), but here are some sneak previews:

10856496_832690620110692_8082719185777985467_oTreats/dessert table of a  Dinosaur-Themed Birthday Party

imageBirthday Party at Gymboree Sta. Rosa

Ay I tell you, it was a super fun party!  During our training I knew Gymboree was fun, but I was still surprised how much fun the kids—and even the adults—had!  I tell you, if your kid is gonna celebrate his birthday soon, celebrate it at Gymboree.

Anyway, I am blogging because I can’t let this day pass without paying homage to my raison d’etre, my Ravivo.  He will turn a year older tomorrow. Winking smile  This year, I’m gonna dish out stuff about Raviv, ala-Frequently Asked Questions (FAQ) ang style.  So here goes:


aboutaboyAminin, ang galing ko!!!  Hihihi

FAQ 1: Why is his name Raviv?

Raviv is Hebrew for “dew” or “rain”.  We decided on his name on the day I was to be discharged from Asian Hospital, because a hospital staff said we should name him before leaving so they could do the baby’s paperwork.  Pressure ito!  Good thing I packed the baby names book given to me by my best friend (who’s Raviv’s Ninang) in my birthing luggage.  Randy picked it up, went directly to the letter “R” (because the males in the Ladaga family—his cousins, his cousins’ sons, and his Papa—have names that start with the letter “R”), and when he saw “Raviv” and what it meant, he knew that was gonna be our unico hijo’s name.  By the way, may kabaduyan kami dati ni Randy na kami ang “RainDew” Embarrassed smile.  And that was before nauso ang mga KathNiel or DongYan or JaDine.  Kasabayan n’yan ang Brangelina at TomKat.  So “Raviv” was definitely it.  Randy wanted to add “Wade” because he was so fond of Dwayne Wade assisting his forever love Lebron James in winning NBA championships, but the people he consulted were not so crazy about the “Wade”.  So decided to keep it simple, and Raviv was it.  And now, I’m so glad we picked the name Raviv—it is very meaningful, short and easily-spelled, sounds macho/masculine, and not common but not OA as well.

Only 134 Ravivs in the US!  Told you it’s not very common Winking smile

FAQ 2: Why does Raviv look so oriental?  That is, why does he look like an East Asian?

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Conversations with Raviv Part 5

Earlier this evening as we were walking home from dinner at Karne Frio, Raviv was happily chasing his shadow.  It was so cute!  Randy must have been as amused because he just suddenly declared: “I couldn’t ask for more from a son!”  Kinilig ako.  I really love it when Randy expresses how happy he is with our son.

Speaking of Raviv, homaygas, would you believe he’s already turning four this December?  Grabe, parang kelan lang when he was still a helpless baby!


But now, he’s already an active and inquisitive little man…who says the funniest things!  Here are some of the things I remember him saying these past months.


Conversation 1: Kelangan bang i-memorize ‘yan?!?

When Randy was still a toddler, he got lost in a big park.  But he was able to go home because between sobs, he was able to tell the police officers their telephone number.  So one day at home, Randy was teaching Raviv basic stuff about himself (Raviv) in case (Lord wag po please) Raviv gets lost.

Randy:  What is your name?

Raviv:  Raviv Sales Ladaga.

Randy: Very good!  What’s your father’s name?


Randy:  Nye!  What’s the name of your Tatay?

Raviv:  Tatay Randy Ladaga!

Randy:  Good.  Where do you live?

Raviv:  Here!

Nyehehehe!  Naku, bawal ka talagang mawala anak!


Conversation 2:  Patience

Everyone knows my penchant for big eyes.  I’ve always been frustrated about my almond-shaped eyes, because I wanted soulful, doe eyes.  When I was pregnant with Raviv, I kept on wishing my child would have big eyes.  But wouldn’t you know it, God gave me a chinky-eyed son.  One time I was telling a friend about my sadness over Raviv’s chinky eyes.

I to a friend: Pinagdadasal ko nga dati na sana malaki ang mata ng anak ko, kaso ginawang singkit…

Friend:  Maganda naman ang singkit, mukhang Korean.

I: Oo pero gusto ko talaga malaki sana ang mata ni Raviv.

Raviv, butting in: Nanay magiging big din ‘yang eyes ko…small ‘yan kasi small pa ako eh, ‘di ba?


Ano’ng singkit?!?  Sino’ng maysabing singkit ako? – Raviv


Conversations 3 & 4: English Only, Please

Last summer, Raviv was almost 24/7 with his former nanny, Yaya Gigi (Yaya Isay got preggers, ‘di ba?  And Randy and I were too busy).  The thing with Gigi is that she can’t help but speak in Bisaya even when talking to someone who doesn’t understand a Bisaya word.  So of course, Raviv was already imitating her “Hala natagak!” (translation: Nabutas Nahulog), “Ay wa’y agas! (translation: Walang tubig), “Istoryahi!” (translation: Ikwento mo!”) and many more.  When he returned to school in June, we encouraged him to start speaking in English again (not because we just wanted him to sound sosyal but because they have to speak in English at school as he has several foreigner classmates) and told him that if he doesn’t speak English he won’t have friends as his classmates won’t understand him.

One night he approached me.

Raviv: “Nanay can I have some cookies?”

Before I could give him an answer he immediately followed up with…

Raviv: “English ba ‘yun?”

And then he groaned.  It was so cute!


But his obsession with the English language did not stop there.  One time I was telling him about his ancestry.

I: Raviv when people ask you why you’re singkit, tell them it’s because of your Lolo Roger.

Raviv:  Why?

I:  Because you got your eyes from your lolo who’s pure Chinese.  So when people ask you why why you’re singkit, tell them it’s because you’re part Chinese.

Raviv, shouting:  No, no!  Hindi ako Chinese!  English ako!


Conversation 5:  A valid question

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Raviv’s Wardrobe Diary #28: Bear and Green It! (Sept. 23, 2014)

On our second day in Hong Kong, Raviv looked about as fresh as a Judge spearmint chewing gum.  Take a look at my toddler boy’s OOTD:

Before entering Ocean Park


Aboard the Sea Carousel at Ocean Park
By the fountain at the entrance

Actually, I love this look so much that this ensemble had a repeat performance less than a week after.  That was when we attended the Family Day at Raviv’s school on Friday last week.

  • polo: Garfield
  • mint green jeans: Mossimo Kids
  • shoes: Florsheim Kids
  • sunnies:  SM Kids’ Fashion


Repeat performance at the Family Day

Look at Ravivo:



Naiba lang ang shoes-ey!  These Florsheim boots are actually Raviv’s favourite footwear.  As in.  It is the only pair of footwear he asked me to buy for him. Almost every time I think aloud which footwear to make him wear, he would always mention his boots.  He actually wanted to bring these boots to Hong Kong, but I was scared his feet would hurt from all the walking.  Anyway, the reason I made him wear this ensemble again was because I wanted him to be terno with Randy.  Look at my mag-ama here:


Sinong mas pogi?
‘Di ba halos terno? I was wearing brown because the theme of our familia was nature-nature kuno.  Sila yung dahon, ako ang lupa, hehe.  Hindi ko nga lang kayang pagsuotin si Randy ng mint green skinny jeans.  Haha, hindi ko rin ma-imagine!


Watching Raviv being bullied

Anyway may kwento ako sa inyo about that Family Day.  Warning, baka ma-OA-yan kayo sa akin.  After the program during socialisation time, we told Raviv to play with his classmates.  The thing that we noticed about Raviv is that he’s a tad shy around other kids, pero bibo with adults.  I guess it’s because we always have adult guests at home pero walang ibang bagets ever since cousin Yoona went to live in Davao.
So ayun na nga, we told him to play with the other kids and he did.



As he was playing, we noticed that there’s a kid na parang dinidibdiban si Raviv tapos may sinasabi-sabi.  Raviv would move away from him, but this kid would follow him around na nakatingala pa kay Raviv with a grimace at bulung-bulong.  I called Raviv and asked him why that kid was following him.  Ravivo told me that the kid was saying bad things.  I told him not to go near that kid and just play with the nice kids (note:  all the kids in the photo above were the nice kids).  But “dibdiban” boy was really following him.  As in sunud nang sunod kay Raviv!  And then it became obvious from the boy’s expression that he was saying nasty things to Raviv.  So I kept close watch, while the boy’s parent was busy chika-chika with other people.  Then later, I saw him wrestling Raviv.  Raviv was moving away from him with a somber expression on his face.  Naiiyak na ako nang mga panahong ‘yun, and I was keeping myself from making patol to the kid.  And, masama ba that I wished Raviv would fight back?!?  I know it was bad but at that time I was a lioness who wanted to protect her cub.  You know I kept telling Raviv not to fight back whenever may nang-aaway sa kanya, but at that moment I wish I had ESP to mentally instruct Raviv to fight back!  Well, I must have ESP because not long after Raviv started fighting back!  He started throwing punches that would make Manny Pacquiao proud, at hindi na nakalaban si dibdiban boy!  The boy just stood there receiving Raviv’s wrath, until I sprang to my feet to pull them apart.  Dibdiban boy went away, and Raviv hugged me.  He buried his face on me and I could feel he was fighting back tears.  Kung hindi lang ‘yun school event, umiyak na talaga ako.  I really fought back tears because I knew that dibdiban boy hurt Raviv a lot for him (Raviv) to have reacted that way—‘yung parang lumabas ‘yung naipon n’yang galit.  


Reality bites

Anyway, now I feel more for the parents who seem to overreact when their kids are bullied.  Masakit pala talaga.  However, I’m also against being too protective of children especially of their feelings.  The big world out there is full of cruel people who will trample on our feelings, that’s a fact.  Another fact is that we can’t protect our kids from such people 24/7.  Ergo, our kids also have to learn how to handle unpleasant people and unpleasant situations on their own.  I don’t want my son to be spineless.  So I was also proud of myself because even though I was watching live how my kid was being hurt emotionally and physically, I allowed him to handle things, and I meddled only when I saw that he was the one who might hurt the other party.
Moral lesson?  There are stressful times that we just need to “bear and grin (green) it” O di ba na-connect ko ang title?!?  Tapos may panda “bear” pa sa umpisa!


Can you give me tips on how to handle bullying?  What do you tell your kids and how do you keep your emotions in check?

Raviv’s Wardrobe Diary #27: Raviv in Hong Kong (Sept. 22, 2014)

Walang kwenta ang title ko ‘no?  Hindi pangmatalino, LOL!

Anyway, I would have wanted the title to go something like it’s nice to be young and not know all the troubles hounding your parents, because as you may already know, boggang kamalasan ang inabot namin sa Hong Kong (whaaaat you haven’t heard yet?!?  HERE!)  But since it’s too wordy and I can’t think of a way for that to sound witty, I decided to stick to the boring title above.

Anywho, I realized that it’s been such long time since I last featured Raviv’s outfitey!  The last one was in April pa!  I guess it’s because RAviv really has no penchant to mowdel-mowdel, much to his nanny’s dismay.  Although I console myself with the fact that:

  1. Magkaka-baby girl din ako, and when that time comes, maghanda ang SM Kids’ Fashion, Gingersnaps, etc…at ang bank account namin.  Hehehe
  2. In the recesses of my mind, I don’t want Raviv to grow up vain or a metrosexual.  I honestly want him to be nonchalant about his natural good looks and natural flair in dressing up.  I want him to care more about manly (sports) and intellectual (books, debates) things.

But because he is still my baby and I still do not have a baby girl, wala siyang choice but to be my baby mow-del.

Here’s Raviv’s outfit of the day/wardrobe diary last week on our first day in Hong Kong:


  • polo shirt: Guess Kids
  • striped shorts: Levi’s
  • shoes: Florsheim Kids
  • hat: from a store at Festival Mall

I am very proud of my boy because despite that he woke up very early on this day (I just shook him and said, “Anak, wake up na because we’re now going to Hong Kong”, he sprang up and even allowed me to bathe him…at 3:30 a.m. ito ha!) and even if he somehow sensed how stressed we were, he was behaved.  Behaved, as in he was not throwing tantrums (but not behaved as in he does not move…asa pa tayo kay Raviv!)  He just bore and grinned when we were running circles looking for places.  Anyway, part of his being relaxed I guess is the fact that he was in his stroller.  I tell you, a stroller in Hong Kong is a must!  Imagine na lang if Raviv was also walking during the two hours we were looking for that darn “Citybus Service Centre” ‘di ba?!?

Lemme show you more of his pictures at Madame Tussuads.  You would notice that it isn’t that many—that’s because at first, he was scared of the wax figures.  I would have wanted him to stand between and against the Brangelina wax figure para kunwari anak soya hung dalawa, but he was scared.

Later, however, we persuaded him to get “inside this Rembrandt painting”:

Look at that smile!  There was even another Chinese tourist who took photo of him and Randy, and in her rusty English, told me that Raviv was so cute.


Then little by little, we were able to remove his fear of the wax figures.  Pa’ano?  By checking out the wax figures’…

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When I Poisoned Raviv and Myself

(Draft written on Aug. 2, 9 a.m.-ish at the hospital)

Not many days ago, I was thinking whether I have a tendency of being a Münchausen mom.  Ever since I watched a documentary about Münchausen moms on Discovery Channel pre-Raviv, I have always thought about them.  See, Münchausen moms are moms who have Münchausen Syndrome by Proxy–these are moms who deliberately make their children sick because they love the attention they get when people fuss over them and feel sorry for them.

Right now I’m with Raviv at the hospital.  He has gastroentiritis and is a victim of food poisoning.  What and who are the culprits?  It was the tuna in the spaghetti I put and made him eat.

In short, I’m the culprit.  Am I a Münchausen mom?!?

Yesterday (Friday), I did not go to the office because I was avoiding someone.  To make myself productive and to be able to serve merienda to my guests (and for me to feel a modicum of domestication in my blood), I decided to cook.

First thing I cooked was spaghetti.  After cooking the pasta and sauce, I baked them together.  But since my container was small, there were some leftover pasta and sauce that did not fit into the container I put inside the oven.  I decided to call Raviv, who was then playing in our lawn, to eat what I was not able to bake.  Since not much meat was in the sauce, I poured our leftover sautéed tuna (which I found stored in the oven) into my spaghetti.  While waiting for Raviv, I tasted my spaghetti with tuna and ate some of it.  When Raviv came, he ravaged my spaghetti.  Then I moved on to cooking mini-burgers and revel bars.

Almost right after I was done cooking, my blogger friend, Architect Ging Domingo-Santos, arrived. With her were her husband, 3-year old daughter Allie, and foreman.  Ging was actually at our home because we plan to renovate our abode, and we hope she be our architect/interior decorator.  While we adults were discussing our plans for our home over dinner, Raviv and Allie were having the time of their lives sword fighting, “swimming” through Raviv’s toys, “reading” books, and finally, watching “Frozen” while eating mini-hamburgers.

Yaya Gigi said that the two bagets had huge appetites, and almost finished the mini-burgers I gave them.

Afterwards, a sad Raviv sent Allie to her parents to go home.


Not long after our guests left, Randy was shouting and calling my name. Entering our bedroom, I was surprised to see a puddle of vomit on our bed, by Raviv’s feet. Raviv was staring agape at his vomit, not saying anything. I assured him it was alright, and that people really vomit. I had Yaya Gigi bathe him again, while Randy and I changed sheets. Yaya Gigi surmised it was because Raviv was overfed. And then I let Raviv lay on the bed again. 

A few minutes later, I felt Raviv convulsing, and his stomach and chest were twitching! I panicked and was shouting! Then, after much effort, Raviv vomited again. Andami uling isinuka! I felt sorry for my little boy, and brought him to our bathroom to bathe him once more. But I have barely removed his clothes when he started convulsing, and with more difficulty, he vomited again. And then again, and again. He was already vomiting his gastric juices, as it seemed there was not a morsel of food stored in his stomach. I told Randy to bring Raviv to the nearest hospital ER.
Unfortunately for us, the nearest hospital to us was the hospital I loathed when I was pregnant. More misfortune, because it was almost filled and the doctor on duty barely had time to see us. Imagine, when Raviv was to vomit again, it took them about five minutes to hand us the kidney bowl where Raviv could vomit into!
Randy: Hay, bakit ngayon pa nangyari ito? Kung kelan pa Friday at may klase tayo bukas…
I: Onga e. Babe ganito na lang, ‘pag ni-confine si Raviv, ikaw ang uuwi ako na lang magbabantay. Kasi out of town ka bukas tapos maaga pa byahe mo. E ako UPCAT Refresher lang sa LB.
Randy: O sige. Tawagan ko si Irvin para itanong kung pwedeng sa hapon ka pa magturo.
While Randy was making the call, poor Raviv kept on vomiting. Kahabag-habag talaga because you can see he was in so much pain–it was as though his body were seized by an unearthly entity and was making him do things he did not want to!  At eto pa–he did NOT complain and he did NOT shed a single tear.  Yes, wala talaga! Even when the nurse came (finally!!!) and pricked him for the dextrose.  He just tried to pull his hand away when he felt the needle, but when I told him not to, he just relented quietly.

Grabe, sobrang bait ng anak ko! Kaya all the more nakakaawa.  All through his difficult ordeal, all he said was a quiet and croaky, “Water”. I was asking myself what could have caused this: was it because he grabbed dirt and ingested a minutiae of it?  Was it because I sprayed Baygon in his playroom earlier and he inhaled it or touched surface that still had the deadly pesticide residue?  Or was it…good heavens, No! It could not have been the food I cooked.  It just can’t be!
However, as we were waiting for Raviv to be transferred to a private room, I suddenly felt all queasy, and felt like vomiting, too.  I told Randy what I was feeling.