The time stops when you don’t use it.Uncle selling trinkets to Ethan and Joy.
We, three, watched this movie on a Friday night—yes, including Bryce who crumpled himself in the seat to sleep. Jaycelle, on the other hand, cried buckets in a love story, as usual.
It was a feel good movie to watch with your better half.
The scene I liked the most was the “stuck-room” and the last five days of Joy in Hong Kong. Here’s this song leading towards the hopeful ending. Part two, anyone?
I like rainy morning season.Bryce
A familiar smell enveloped the air. A little fear sank in as I acknowledged Jaycelle’s facial expression that Bryce might have pooped. And this was right in the middle of flight which had the longest time I waited for the “buckle up” light to turn off. Little fear was how I would describe the feeling because of the cramped C.R. an ATR plane has and how I am the default janitor of diaper mess.
As soon as we were allowed to unbuckle, we zoomed pass to the back just like how we do in wedding buffets. Aggressively enough, we were first to lock ourselves in. To my horror, Bryce’s poop was like melted chocolate that was smushed in his shorts and right leg.
Home-cooked meals are the best. The evidence was Bryce’s gusto in eating two to three rounds of rice and viand. We have done this a long time ago—meal planning, that is. And our first (again) was Tinola which is also my father’s favorite food (as long as it’s cooked by my mother).
Yesterday, it rained bullets when I missed the taho vendor by a minute or two. This was after the fact that I promised to prepare it as a breakfast for Jaycelle. So, what a dutiful husband to do? Wake up your wife with another promised breakfast of pandesal, buko juice, and chilled taho (for the meantime because on Sunday is Henry the taho vendor’s rest day).
Early in the morning, Bryce and I walked to a neighboring store complex to buy yummy Pinoy buns from Pan de Manila then we crossed the street to get some buko juice and onto 7-Eleven to get chilled taho. And our Sunday was done!
Bryce could now lift up my DSLR (pancake lens attached) and shoot without limits (unlike me who saved up for 36-shot films). He’s using live view and auto-focus—so he just full-presses the camera until it hits the target. The good thing about this is that Jaycelle and I would always have a paparazzi following us around.
As an office get-up, Bryce wanted to wear his home sando around his neck but I said that he had a better alternative to it—his big-slash-scarf that he had since he was one-year-old. We just didn’t use it often because we all know what happens to real-usage of bibs, right? They become rags!
Since we did not meet up with my parents on the day of Father’s Day, we bonded weeks after, instead. Our middle ground was Pasay City. I thought that Mall of Asia would be jam-packed on a Sunday, a less-crowded venue would suit us best.
In a routine errand day, we went to Megamall to get Jaycelle’s custom-made rubber stamp and of course, Bryce’s visit to the toy store.
The plan was for Jaycelle and Bryce to head there first and after work, I would follow. It was a walking distance of only 2 km. from the office to the mall.
There at Toy Kingdom, I met with Jaycelle and Bryce. As usual, Bryce had his wide-eyed expression with all the different toy sections inside the store. At his age of three and a half, he was still satisfied playing with the toys in their unopened packaging. Most of the time we would leave toy stores empty-handed—but not today.
We bought the cheapest X-Shot toy gun because of all the tissue cores lying around the house. Apart from serving as blank canvases for Bryce’s artworks, we thought of stacking and “bunging” (read: hitting) them with foam bullets.
Above all of the hustle and bustle of the events and reunions, my head’s above water. I can see more clearly. The appreciation of every day is more apparent. In a twisted manner, what good came out of the same old holidays is the ability to control and slow down my thoughts and my actions. Slow and lean—these are my words for January.