Chloe turns 5!

Happy birthday, Chloe! :-)

Holy Cow!

My babies are babies no more. Sigh. :-)

Spider-Man is single again!

Can you believe it?!

http://www.usatoday.com/life/books/news/2008-01-09-spider-man-marriage_N.htm

Here is an excerpt from the USA Today article:

"In Amazing Spider-Man #545 last week, Peter and Mary Jane make a tearful deal with the devil-like character Mephisto: In exchange for saving Aunt May's life, Mephisto erases all traces of the Peter-Mary Jane marriage from memory.

"In the issue out this week, subtitled Brand New Day, Peter Parker returns to his roots — young, nerdy and single. Aunt May is alive and well and Mary Jane is again just part of the cast. The marriage never happened."

Chloe, Bianca, and the Bitten Nose

Sometime in December 2005, our good friends Charmaine and Ron invited us to stay overnight at Monte Vista, their family's resort in Laguna. We left the two kids, Chloe and Bianca, with their respective yayas in Ron and Charmaine's home inside the resort while we had dinner at Max's (located in front of Monte Vista).

When we got back from the restaurant, we were shocked to see Bianca crying in pain! Apparently Chloe got too excited playing with Bianca and just decided to bite her nose. Ouch!

Check out Bianca's nose in the photo above taken the day after the incident. They were friends again, as if nothing happened the night before.

Charmaine and Ron, thanks for still being our friends and for not banning Chloe from any of your kids' parties. Hehehe. :-)

Losing My Voice

Literally, I lost it.

I blame the cough that started around the 20th of December. By Christmas eve, I had lost my voice and was forced to whisper everything that I needed to say. The people around me during our annual Angeles clan Christmas party had to labor trying to understand the words that were coming out of my mouth. I really felt sorry for them. I should have just shut my mouth tight that night.

I momentarily and partially got my voice back on the 25th and on the 26th, but it was gone again by the 27th. It's already the 2nd of January, and I'm still whispering. I went to the wedding of one my cousins on the 27th, and every time I spoke, my uncle (the father of the bride) would politely tell me to just stop talking. It was a struggle both for me (talking) and for him (listening), so there wasn't a point conversing anymore.

I never experienced this "silent treatment" before, and I hope I never will again. I also wish none of you will ever have to endure this kind of torture, especially if you love conversation with friends and family.

Though it was a silent new year for me, it was still a fun one. Definitely memorable.

Happy new year!