So my dream to own and manage a food business is slowly (super slow if you'll ask me but for me, slowly but surely still works) coming true. When I made Bebeng's Kitchen happen, leaving my life as a "storyteller", aka owner of a personal blog, has never occurred to me. I just took some rest to give way for my other passion that is food, that is cooking, that is fulfilling a basic need. Writing may now come second after my love for the kitchen but I think, I am still a writer.
Thursday, August 28, 2014
"My daughter's photos, once a week, every week, in 2014."
I had a hard time looking for a photo for this post! Owmaygahd, this is already a month delayed. Can you imagine the negligence that happened here? I'm not going to argue with you. I admit, I kinda made my blogger self rest for a bit first since I felt that I don't need to blog on a daily basis since I'm almost always online. Have you followed me on Instagram yet? That's where I post regularly. I'm such a visual person. I love how I can write a few sentences with a square of a photo and that already speaks a lot to how I spent my day.
Speaking of, this was the only photo of my daughter that I have on my phone's gallery during the week of July 28th to August 3rd. Sadly, the latter was full of my food biz's. I know, I know. I kind of focused more on that when I started it that my attention for Pia went down 5%. Don't worry, I realized that after a few days. So I came back to her as a mom and not just as a caregiver. I don't remember why I took a photo of her in her school uniform. But I know that it was a Monday. I think she looks really sweet in it. Don't you think? ♡
Labels: 52-WEEK PROJECT
Sunday, August 24, 2014
I don't know why there are moms who don't like Disney princesses for their little girls. I've read from their comments and blog posts (yes, they were so not busy they had time to ridicule and go against Disney) that it somehow gives these innocent bubbas a twisted hope on marriage and happily ever after. They also said that these beautiful Disney princesses define beauty in such a shallow way... that success and happiness and love can easily be attained if you are wearing a stunning ballgown. It's funny, really funny. I'm wondering... do these moms know that THEY are the ones raising their girls and not these Disney movies? I have nothing for that. I enjoyed and will continue to enjoy watching these princesses, especially now that I have a preschool diva, who loves them to bits.
Yes, the movie. Have you seen it? What can you say? Well, here's what I think about it —
Wait, before my husband reacts and thinks that I don't appreciate the fact that he downloaded (oops haha) this for me... let me say that, "I do, Beb! I super do. Text me. Hihi."
Alright. I decided to watch the movie because I had a slight meltdown earlier before my daughter's bedtime. I felt like I needed that push, that little soulful encouragement that I am doing this right, this motherhood thing. I'm not going to talk about the meltdown here because it kinda happens regularly and I don't intend to flood my cyber kingdom with so many dilem-moms... that you know what, might scare the single ladies away from family life.
That brings me to the movie.