kasingkasing: on babies

not mine of course. well not yet. babies, as long as they're not screaming or throwing a fit, make me happy. so it's hard to imagine myself as a parent when i can only take kids for better and never for worse. i'd make a terrible mom but i think i'm an awesome aunt! i don't spoil them so much with material things but i like talking to them, playing with them, imagining worlds mostly like cooking up feasts or monster eating children.. just ordinary aunt-niece/nephew stuff.

When i'm with them, i like playing hide and seek. I think it builds up courage. When i start counting, they scream and rush like i'm already after them. and just when i reach ten and scream "ready or not here i come"; they already yell running towards me "You found me You found me" Now wasn't that easy? Well we can go on for hours so sometimes it gets tiring too. But I get to rest when it's my turn to hide coz they usually go for the most peculiar hiding places like under the couch cushions or inside cupboards. they think i'm as small as them. but hey, kids believe the best in you!:) So the only time they find me is when i jump out and shout "I'm HERE". so maybe you're not really meant to find the person you're looking for, instead they find you. i no longer know the mechanics to this game.

so anyway, i'm an aunt again and this time to a baby boy! the first grandson on my dad's side and he's gorgeous.

david chace gothong

That's Dior, his achi. She's excited being the older one now, after being the siobe (younger sister) to her cousin for two years. She gets a tad bit possessive though. Like when other people carry david, she'll whine : "that's my baby". well i guess that's just normal. i don't remember what i was like when chad was born but all i know is that i am happy having so much brothers. Brothers i can talk to. Brothers i can kid around with. Brothers i can ask advice from. and Brothers just to be with. Yup. that's four brothers:) A lot to handle when i was little. but now that i'm all grown up, i can't seem to remember the things we used to fight about.