Squishy Sleeps

Squish’s sleep is something that worries me every now and then. He still nurses 2-3 times at night. He doesn’t wake up fully, but he will stir and lift my shirt up to latch.

We’re also at a point where I’m the only one who can put him to sleep. When I leave him with his Lola Myrna in the mornings, even if he’s sleepy, he won’t nap until I come back. Mikey can’t put him to sleep either. Even if he’s on the brink of sleeping, he fights it. But as soon as he gets on the boob, he’ll close his eyes. Sometimes he’ll only latch for a few minutes and then he’ll fall asleep.

Thankfully, Squish sleeps pretty deeply at night. Mikey moves around a lot (and so does Squish), and he stays asleep through most of it (except for the night of the great snore fest). Unfortunately, he’s a lighter sleeper during the day. I don’t know what it is about him, but he will stay asleep in the most uncomfortable positions just as long as I’m next to him. But as soon as I get up, I have 15-20 minutes at most.

We’re still not sure about what to do with the whole weaning situation, but we’re trying to consistently enforce a bedtime routine so that Squish will start associating sleep with these activities. Here’s what we do:

Bath time. There’s an old wives’ tale here in the Philippines that highly discourages bathing babies at night. There’s absolutely no science behind this (especially in our tropical country—it’s not like the temperature significantly drops at night!) so we choose to bathe Squishy at night. By the time we give him a bath, Squish is done with all his meals, so we get to wash off all the hidden food particles lodged in the funniest places. My favorite reason for bathing Squish at night is that Mikey gets to give him his bath. Squish loves the water and his Papa is gone for most of the day. I love seeing him have fun with his father. We recently started using Johnson’s bedtime baby bath. It’s supposed to give you an extra hour of sleep, but it doesn’t really work for us. It smells really good though.


Lotion/Balm + Diaper + PJs. I usually end up scooping up a crying Squish from his bath. (We’ve started signalling the end of bath time with the clean up song and we start to put away his bath toys. It helps a little.) After drying Squish up, the first thing I do is slather Aveeno Baby Eczema Therapy lotion on him (or on nights when his skin is acting up or seems extra dry—Aveeno Baby Eczema Therapy Nighttime Balm). And then I put Ihle’s Paste on his butt. Put on his diaper and then his pajamas.

Last playtime. If he still seems energetic, we let him play a little bit. We turn off the main bedroom lights and leave a lamp on. We try not to do anything exciting anymore. He usually plays with his toys on his own. Sometimes, I’ll play his sleepy time playlist. I usually sit in bed and after a few minutes, Squish will want to join me in bed.

Bedtime Story. The first thing we do in bed is read to Squish. Right now, we’re reading How do Dinosaurs Say Goodnight and Goodnight Moon. Usually, we’re doing this while he breastfeeds. He’ll unlatch when he wants to engage (like when he wants to point at the red balloon or wave goodbye like the dinosaur at the end of the book).

Baby Massage. It’s not really a massage, but we like to put Vick’s BabyRub on the soles of his feet, his forehead, and his chest. The rosemary and Lavender scent is so comforting. It’s our new favorite!


Bedtime Story encore. Sometimes, Max will reach out for one of his books and make us read it to him again. Sometimes, he’ll make you skip to the part he likes. Haha.

After the stories and massage, Mikey and are quiet and Max is usually nursing. If he’s quietly nursing, he’ll be asleep in 10 minutes. But sometimes, when he’s still pretty amped up, we turn off the lamp and let him roll around in bed in the dark until he’s ready to nurse to sleep.

We’re hoping that if Max learns how to associate sleep with these activities (rather than nursing and being close to Momma), it’ll be easier to put him to sleep. So far though, he just seems to enjoy the activities. We’ll wait and see if it starts to work. Haha. After all, this is a marathon and not a sprint.

Happy sleeping everyone!


O, Christmas Tree

It’s been a while since I last posted. It’s Christmas! Every time Max does something new (which is all the time now), I feel like writing up an entry. But Squishy-the-toddler is both easier and more challenging than Squishy-the-infant. Plus, November was pretty eventful! Mikey had a bunch of breaks and we really enjoyed our little family-of-three bubble! We even took an impromptu trip to Baguio again (the ride up was effortless and made us seem like parenting pros; the ride back down was the total opposite). But maybe more on that later.

Being a mom to Squishy-the-toddler brings me so much joy. It’s tiring and there are days when we can’t seem to get ANYTHING right, but I love watching him grow and learn and essentially become himself. Squish is still generally happy, but he’s learned a whole new set of emotions and can cry on demand! It’s really funny until he decides to use for something other than entertaining his lame parents (ex: screaming from one end of the department store until the exit because we needed to go and he can’t play with the toy car anymore).

We’re still working on the weaning (he does not like formula at all, so we’re focusing on real food), but I’ve been able to leave Max with his Lola Myrna from the time he wakes up until his first nap after lunch. He still needs to breastfeed to fall asleep. But I’ve had three mornings all to myself where I could run errands in my old University workplace, get a cup of coffee, AND do a little Christmas shopping. These little pockets have been really good for my soul. Mikey thinks I should do it once a week. I’m not there yet, but it’s comforting to know that I can take off every now and then. I feel like I have a new weapon in my arsenal.

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First time away from Squish for more than an hour.

There are days when it seems like Max is an uncontrollable tornado, but there are days when he’s the chillest baby. He’s able to focus more and he can play with a set of toys for longer. I can also leave him with a show playing on the TV and he’ll just sit on the couch and watch. Sometimes, I’ll be watching something on TV and he’ll just sit next to me. It’s very nice.

Today, while Lola Myrna was cleaning the kitchen, Max and I sat on the couch and watched the Christmas tree. He pointed at the different ornaments and he would “say” something about it. I love Christmas! And it looks like Max is enjoying it too! Whenever we pass by a Christmas tree, he points to it. When you ask him “where’s the Christmas tree?” he’ll point at it. When he sees the big, fancy decorations in a mall, he’ll squeal and point.

Christmas starts early here in the Philippines—decorations are up by September. So by now, Max has seen many gorgeous, tall, bright, and full trees. And with the exception of Uptown Mall and their scary teddy bear tree, everything else has been pretty magical and beautiful. But nothing beats our tree at home.

Our tree has many guardians.

Our tree at home is skinny and it’s perched on a small side table because it’s kind of short. We don’t have that many ornaments yet (I’d really like to fill it up in the coming years). And because Squish is a toddler and has successfully pulled down the tree once (or twice), we have strategically placed chairs, ottomans, and boxes around it so that it’s safe from cute toddler hands. It’s not the most instagrammable tree, but it’s my favorite.

My mom bought this tree for our family when I was in the fifth grade. Back then, our family had serious financial problems (serious enough for the bank to take away our home years later). So, we didn’t have a lot of money to spend on frivolity. When it was time to take out our old tree, we found out that the base had broken apart (it was a 13 year old tree, so it had a nice long life). My mom knew that I loved Christmas trees, so even if we didn’t have a lot, she went to the mall and found a tree we could afford. When she came back home with it, I didn’t care that it was short and thin. It was the most beautiful tree in the world.

My mom gave the tree to me when Mikey and I celebrated our first Christmas together as a married couple. I love that I get to keep this tree and share it with my family now. And I love what the tree represents—that some of the most meaningful things in life aren’t the biggest and brightest and newest and shiniest. This is something that I want Max to appreciate. It can be challenging because Max is really loved—he has so many people who want to give him the best of everything. I just hope that he doesn’t grow up equating love and happiness with the big and the bright and the new and the shiny. I hope that he overflows with joy and love regardless of what he has.

It’s 17 days until Christmas and our social calendars are quickly filling up (not to mention Star Wars, OMG how are we going to do that? I haven’t seen a movie since Max was born!). It would be easy to get lost in the busyness of the season, but I’m really excited about the traditions that we’re starting to build as a family. Despite the craziness of the past couple of weeks months years, seeing Max’s face light up when he sees a Christmas tree reassures me that all is well, and all shall be well.

I don’t intend for this to be the last Squishy Days of the year, but in case it is—may your holidays be filled with joy and laughter and love and food! Merry Christmas!

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From mine to yours. ❤



32 with a 13 month and 5 day old baby

By the time I was 26 or 27, I began dreading birthdays. There was an internal clock that would scream: “You’re not achieving enough!” or “You need to do more!” or “What are you doing with your life!”

There was a lot of existential drama and discontent. And it was pretty much year-round, but birthdays amplified it.

This is my second birthday as a Mom. Last year, I was still figuring out how to survive each day with a one month old baby. (Honestly, now that I have a toddler, I can’t believe that I was so scared of a new born, lump on the bed baby!) Today, I’d like to think that my head is screwed on a little bit more securely. At least enough for me to be able to take this pause and sober up amidst all the chaos.

Unfortunately (or fortunately), there’s very little time these days for me to indulge in existential drama. Max is a handful! And even though we have a little more help these days, I still drop everything every time he wants my attention. When he is preoccupied with a toy, his grandparents, or his Lola Myrna, I take that time to use the bathroom or catch up on the world (or, if I’m really lucky, read a book).

This new mom-hood phase is a nice bubble. I love our little family of three. And it’s easy for it to be all consuming (check out my Instagram feeds—yes, plural). But lately, I’m starting to feel like myself again (I wonder if it’s because I finally fit into my pre-pregnancy jeans?). And every now and then, when we’re out and I’m cognizant enough to notice the nicely dressed woman who looks like she just came from work, there’s a tiny twinge of jealousy. I imagine her heading to a nice restaurant (maybe Cibo) and having a quiet dinner with a book (or a notebook and a bag full of pens). I suddenly miss those days when I could just hop on the train and guiltlessly treat myself to alone time. And then I become retroactively thankful for my twenties and the independence it afforded me. The drama seems so silly now.

I snap back to reality in no time because the toddler needs another bite of dinner or the toddler’s about to get too close to the escalator. Or the toddler does something hilarious. Life is happening all the time and motherhood is the opposite of boring.

For my pre-birthday treat, Mikey gave me pockets of alone time! I got my hair done (a good 30 minutes of reading time + free coffee from the salon—yay!) and my eyebrows waxed (free because it’s my birthday month—double yay!). I even got to go around the mall by myself for a little while waiting for Mikey and Squish to come back. It did wonders for my soul!

My actual birthday treat was even better though—dinner at an old watering hole (nostalgia is love) and walking around an almost empty mall with Mikey and Max. AND Max sitting happily in his stroller almost the whole time! When we got home, my boys sang happy birthday and presented me with my favorite cupcake. Mikey also got me new shoes (or kicks as the kids call it these days) and make up! Kind of perfect for the whole I’m-feeling-like-myself-again theme. Hooray for birthdays being fun again! ❤

Trying out my new lipstick on Squish. Hehehe.

Oh it could be so nice, growing old with you

2015, Rhode Island. Taken at one of our favorite weddings!

When Mikey and I got married, I knew I wanted to be with him forever. But I was still wary about the idea of growing old. I was terrified of aging and becoming slow and weak. But all of that changed when Squish came into our lives.

I know that I keep expressing my heartache over how quickly time is passing with Squish. And that’s still all true. Time IS going by so quickly. I still remember when we brought him home from the hospital and he was this tiny little thing that would just stare at me. Now we have a happy, walking running, and babbling one year old!

But many times at night, I find myself looking at my husband from the far end of my side of the bed (there’s a tiny human occupying a lot of space in between us) and missing him. I just miss him. Even though Mikey spends all of his non-working hours with us (and I bet we used to spend more time apart before Squish was born), but when we’re together now, our couple-hood is rarely the center of attention. Thankfully, it’s usually eclipsed by something amazing—parenthood. The best example I have is when Squish sees Mikey and I cuddling, he runs to us and tries to squeeze in. Please don’t get me wrong. IT’S WONDERFUL (and oh so very cute). I get to cuddle with my two favorite people in the world on a daily basis. Life is good. And I really believe that this is how it’s supposed to be right now.

So now, there’s a part of me that’s really excited to grow old with Mikey. I see us alone in bed again, a bit greyer…maybe less agile, laughing our heads off or stalking Max’s Facebook (or whatever it will be by then) page. I see us going on road trips and buying pasalubong for Squish and his family. I see lazy, long brunches with our friends. I see our apartment morphing back to all its pre-Squish glory. I see us babysitting our grandchildren so that Squish and his spouse can take a breather.

One random night when Squish took over the entire bed.

I never would’ve thought that the answer to my fear of growing old was to have a baby. Hahaha. Oh well. Now I can go back to savoring the present (right now, a baby napping in a shirt that I should really retire).

Happy napping, Mommas! ❤



Our 12 month old Squishy (we have a one year old!)

My one year old (!!!) is finally down for his first nap of the day and I can type without Squish trying to reach for my laptop. If you’re as obsessive about your child’s development as I am, you notice a lot of restrictions ease up at the 12-month mark. You don’t have to worry about SIDS as much (although Max started regularly co-sleeping with us at 5 months) or food restrictions (like honey, eggs, and dairy). It’s so ingrained in mothers from older generations too—a lot of times, my mom will say that we should wait until he’s a year old to do certain things.

Cake #1

I guess that’s why it’s such a momentous occasion for so many people. Here in our country, people spend hundreds of thousands (sometimes millions!) of pesos for first birthday parties. Sometimes, it’s likened to throwing a wedding. My mom wanted us to throw something similar for Squish, but I couldn’t get myself to spend so much money on a day that Squish won’t remember. So we opted for small gatherings with different groups instead of one big party. So far, Squish has blown candles on four birthday cakes and he’s scheduled to blow one on one last cake this Sunday. Hehe. We’re glad that we did it this way because Squish really got to spend time with our friends/family in each gathering. We’ll save the big party for when he’s older and expresses the desire for one.

The first year of your child’s life is when they develop the fastest. There were days when Squish felt like he was a different baby after every nap. He was changing so quickly! Now that we’re at the end of that first year, I don’t think he really exhibited anything completely new this month, but he’s building on what he’s learned from the past months.

He’s still talking a lot! But now he really converses with us! He’ll choose a syllable (Ma, Da, Ta, or Pa) and repeat it with different tones and intonations if you talk to him. Sometimes, it’s almost a sentence long, sometimes, it’s like a paragraph! It’s very cute! He’s most talkative in the morning when he wakes up. That’s actually how I know that he’s ready to start the day. He’ll stir, try to breastfeed, and then he’ll emerge from latching with a speech. It’s like he’s telling me everything he dreamt of that night. He’s also really talkative when he thinks you’re not paying attention to him. When I’m on my phone or watching a TV show, that’s how he chooses to engage with me.


While I don’t really understand what his sentences/paragraphs mean yet, it’s amazing how he can clearly communicate his thoughts and desires! When he’s playing and he wants to nap, he’ll come to me and hug me and put his head on my shoulder. When he’s walking around and he gets tired, he’ll stop and hug my legs. He’ll point at the things that he wants. He’ll laugh when he thinks you’re being silly. He’ll even laugh on cue when Mikey and I are laughing at something, like he’s in on the joke too. And the communication goes both ways, because he seems to understand us too! When I ask him to put things in certain places, he usually does it. Or when I tell him to come with me, he’ll drop everything and follow me. He also follows dance moves on Sesame Street! He’ll clap when Elmo sings if you’re happy and you know it and he’ll follow along Elmo and Ernie’s Pat-a-cake! He also added a new move to his twinkle twinkle little star routine—he now makes a diamond shape with his hand when you sing the line like a diamond in the sky. It’s so cool!

A cute thing he’s been doing with ANYTHING that fits in his hand is pretending that it’s a telephone. I am guilty of using my cell phone all the time when I’m with him, so he knows what it is already. Anytime anyone says hello, he’ll put his palm on his ear and start babbling. My mom gave him a small radio remote control and he pretends that it’s a cellphone all the time. Sometimes, it’s a foam block or a shoe or a spoon.

I think we’re failing though in making him understand what NO means. Hahaha. Because a lot of times, I think he sees it as an exciting prelude to getting what he wants. And he knows when you’re going to say NO. He loves playing with stickers and sticking them on the wall. Another thing that he loves doing is eating them. Or at least he pretends to eat them! He’ll look at me with a sticker on his finger, he’ll slowly bring the sticker close to his mouth, and as soon as I say “NO, Max!”, he’ll pull the sticker away and giggle. He will do this a couple of times until I finally take the sticker away. He also does this when he gets close to nooks that he’s not allowed to go into.


The few days before he cuts a tooth, he will become very quiet and clingy. He’ll want me close by whenever he’s playing and it becomes a bit harder to feed him. It’s not a dramatic change, but I only really notice it when the tooth is out and he’s back to his normal kulit self again. But I do notice him squeezing his cheeks in more. At this point, he has two upper teeth and two lower teeth. Teething is tough. I wish I would take away all of his pain.

He shuffles from frenzy playing (which is basically going around and examining whatever catches his attention) to more focused playing (where he plays with the same object for an extended period of time). I’ve been reading up on the Montessori philosophy and Max is already showing interest in a lot of the recommended activities for toddlers. I don’t want to go all out and buy new things, so we’re working with what we already have. His favorite is a long plastic cube here he can slide in small wooden shapes into. It’s pretty cool to watch his attention span develop. But apart from that, he’s also in a packing and unpacking phase. He’ll unpack all the toys in a box and repack it. If it’s something he can take with him, he’ll carry boxes, bowls, or bags full of his toys around the house with him. He will then unpack it in different locations. Our home is so messy. Hahaha. But it’s going to get messier soon because there are 12-months-and-up art materials that I’m excited to dive into! Sorry Mikey!

Lately, his naps have been a bit erratic. He can’t really nap if there are other people in the room or if we’re out (unless he’s hours overdue for that nap). There are days when he drops his afternoon nap and he’s just wound up all night. But unless he’s teething, his night time sleep seems to be smoother. Even when he wakes up in the middle of the night, it’s not hard to get him to sleep again. Sometimes, all I have to do is hug him and he’ll fall asleep. But I’ve really enjoyed watching him sleep. He looks like his infant self when he’s asleep and he’s so toddler like these days that so it’s truly a treat for me.


Now that we’re done with the first year (huhuhu), I’m not sure how much progress he will be making at each month’s mark anymore. A lot of the weekly/monthly development websites stop at 12 months/52 weeks and jump to the second year. So I have to figure out a meaningful way to document Squish’s development throughout his second year. But it’s been so much fun documenting his first year! Child development is AWESOME! I can’t believe I get to see it up close! ❤

We’re officially going to start mix feeding in the coming week! Please send us happy weaning thoughts!


We have a one year old!

Gah! I can’t believe that we have a one year old! I have a 12th month update that needs to be uploaded soon, but we’re still recovering from the week of multiple cakes (we opted for multiple small gatherings rather than a big party for Squishy’s first birthday). But I need to share this with everyone because we’re floored by our friend’s love and talent! This emotional Momma almost broke down when she first saw it.

Our friend, Ram, illustrated one of my all time favorite photos of Squish and I. ❤

Char and Max

Squish is so active nowadays, but there are special (albeit short) times during the day where he’s still and we cuddle and talk. I love this photo because Mikey caught that moment when we were on vacation a few weeks back. ❤

Thank you so much, Ram! ❤ We love you (and Darmy!) and we’re so honored! ❤ ❤ ❤

Our 11 month old Squishy

The countdown to Squishy’s first birthday has begun! Squish is well on his way to toddlerhood and I can’t believe that we survived! I still remember our first few weeks at home where I would dread Mikey leaving and count the hours before Mikey’s return. Now, we’re still excited for Papa to come home, but the day goes by pretty quickly. I think the day goes by quicker because there’s so much that Squish can do already!


There’s no stopping our little walker! He is now allowed to roam around our room and living area unassisted. He can walk around the rest of the apartment, but someone has to watch him and hold his hand because we haven’t baby proofed everything yet. Squish really enjoys walking and it seems like he only crawls now when he’s tired (or when he wants to go really fast). He confidently (and seemingly drunk-ly) walks unassisted from the TV to the couch or from our bedroom door to his toy box.

He also LOVES climbing! He can climb the walls of his playpen (thank goodness he hasn’t jumped out yet), he can climb on and off the couch, and he can even safely get off our very tall bed (even though we don’t really let him do it independently yet). We’ve also caught him trying to climb a shelf after he removed all the books/CDs in them.

All of this activity means that he’s had a few bumps and bruises lately. He’s fallen off his mini chairs, tripped, hit furniture, and lost balance. At first it would really jar me and I had to really hold in my fear and surprise so that it doesn’t add to his distress. But now, we (the parents) handle it better. We pick him up and comfort him and tell him that he’s OK.

Whenever he gets hurt, he crawls to me (while crying) and gets into feeding position. I guess this is what they mean when they say that babies sometimes nurse for comfort. He’ll only latch on for a few seconds and then he’ll go back to playing. He’s pretty fair-skinned, so he gets red quickly when he falls! When the bump seems especially bad, I put a Kool Fever patch on it (in lieu of cold compress). My cousin taught me this hack! It’s really difficult to get babies to sit still to ice their potential bruises, so these cool patches are perfect because they stick on their skin so they can go about their business. We buy the baby friendly ones and so far, they’ve worked really well. I cut them up so that it only covers the spot where he got hurt. The only time Squishy noticed them was when he fell flat on his face and I tried to put one on his nose. He kept pulling it off and tried eating it, so he ended up being Rudolf for a few hours.

Now that he’s confidently walking, Squish is spending less times in his stroller or our arms when we’re out and about. He’ll really let you know when he wants to walk—he’ll squirm his way out of your arms! It’s pretty tough to hold him back. When there’s a large open space, we let him walk. But we still have to hold him when we’re in shops. Otherwise, he’ll pull everything out of the shelves.


We still spend most of our time at home, but I can tell that he really enjoys a change of scenery. When his Lola or Gwa-ma comes over to play with him, he’ll point to the door because he wants to go out. (He points at the things he wants now. Oh boy.) He loves going to new places and meeting new people. When we’re walking around the mall, he’ll wave at strangers and attempt to “talk” to other kids. He tries to play peek-a-boo with restaurant hostesses and sales ladies. He’ll also tug at our waiters when they serve us food. He may look like me, but he’s 100% his father’s son.

Walking in public means that we always have to bring shoes now. His Lola got him really nice rubber shoes, but rookie mistake: LACES. Oh my gosh, it’s so hard to get an excited baby to sit still while you put on his shoes and tie his laces. That’s why when it’s just us, we stick with his Crocs. So much easier to put on!

Shoelaces X.X
Seriously eating his baby bread.

Max ends up eating more when we’re in restaurants because people-watching preoccupies him more than Sesame Street. He’s also added more to his list of staple favorite foods (Soups, XLBs, Tofu, Congee, and Bread): birthday spaghetti, ramen, and Mikey’s/Gordon Ramsay’s scrambled eggs (he only likes Mikey’s, not mine). He still doesn’t really like rice though. Whenever I give him some, he’ll just spit it out. But his love for noodles makes me so happy! We can now eat in Japanese and Italian Restaurants! Yay!

Such a sweetie, even if we cut his nap short.

I think his developing sense of humor is the funniest thing! He giggles when we’re conversing (him babbling, me asking him questions). He laughs when his toys do something unexpected. And we caught him laughing while watching Full House a couple of times too! Usually when they say funny words or when the characters engage in slapstick humor. Also, he’s such a ham himself! He has a very detectable fake cry which breaks into a pa-cute smile when he knows we’re not going to give in. When I’m not paying attention (like when I’m on my phone or watching TV), he’ll come up to me, sit on my lap, and put his hands on my cheeks and sway my face from left to right while babbling. It’s like he’s saying: “Mama! Pay attention to me!”.

Watching Full House. Right before he caught Mikey using his laptop and before the meltdown he had when Mikey wouldn’t let him play with it.
Mr. Daldal ❤

I’m trying to be a bit more deliberate with my use of language with him. Pointing out things and labeling them. He can say Mama now, but not on command. He usually says it when he’s in distress. Most of the time, he just babbles to himself while playing. Sometimes, he’ll babble WHILE nursing (very much like someone trying to talk with their mouth full). He also screams a lot when he’s excited. The first few times he walked unassisted, he did it with his hands in the air screaming like a banshee. Hopefully, the screaming is just a phase.


Squish cut his first tooth a day after his 10th month (July 14)! We were in the car with Gwa-ma and Lola Myrna when I noticed something white in his mouth. I thought that he had eaten some tissue, but when we looked closer it was a large tooth on top! It wasn’t there earlier that day, so it really seemed like it came from no where. I was watching out for his bottom teeth to emerge because those are usually the first ones to come out. A few weeks later, his other top tooth came out too. So now he has two top teeth and he looks like SpongeBob.

That’s Mr. SquarePants to you.

The doctor said that his lower gums were swollen too, so we may be getting more teeth soon. I think the teething it making him clingy and fussy. There are times when he isn’t sleepy, but he will cry if I put him down on the floor to play. He just reaches out and says MAMA over and over again until I pick him up. And then there’s the all night nursing! Gah. There was one night when he wasn’t nursing, but he just wanted to latch and sleep at the same time. Every time I unlatched him, he would wake up. And he wouldn’t take a pacifier. So he just slept on top of me, hugging my tummy and latched at the same time. It’s kind of like he’s a newborn again. It can’t be easy to grow teeth. I wish I could take all the discomfort away.

En route to Baguio. He’s sleeping on my cooled down Precious Pillow.

Squish went on his first road trip this month and while we started off a little bumpy, he had lots of fun in Baguio! He was pretty manageable in the car. I think the trick is to delay his nap until it’s time to hit the road. Hahaha. That way, he sleeps through most of the car ride. We hope to be able to go back up again soon! Or maybe we can take an international trip soon! ❤

I still feel like a newbie mom. I wonder if that feeling ever goes away?

I always feel like I accomplished something when I get him to nap.