I sprained my right ankle. I have just gotten off the car and stepped on the sidewalk. My right foot must have slipped off the edge, twisting it and sending me and my bag flying on the floor. My left shin actually broke the impact of the fall so I didn’t land on my face. But I fell, nonetheless.
My husband, who have just dropped me off, was keeping Elmo in place, when he noticed the crowd beside his car. And Elmo was peering curiously at the window, “What is Mommy doing?” That was when he saw me “sprawled” on the steps. (I’m such a klutz, y’know. I’ve fallen off stairs and potholes and grassy slopes, in Manila, in Cebu, in Thailand. 😛 )
Terci went out to help me as I hobbled into the car. When I got in, Elmo bombarded me with questions. “Mommy, what happened?” “Mommy, why did you fall?” “Mommy, why did your bag fly?” “Mommy, does it hurt?” “Mommy, are you alright?” And then he went down and got hold of my right foot.
“What are you doing?”
“I will kiss it. :-* There, it’s better now Mommy.”
Whenever Elmo would hurt himself, he’d tell me to kiss and sometimes massage the painful area. And almost magically, he’d feel relief. Placebo effect? Still not fully myelinated spinothalamic tracts? Central modulation of pain? Some signals diverted to the dorsal columns? Whatever the mechanism, it sure does wonders. 😎
And despite the searing pain, I couldn’t help but smile. It still hurts a lot (I couldn’t stand on it, and had to crawl up the stairs to get to the bedroom), but Elmo’s little gesture sure brought me comfort. ^_^
Oh Hello Blog! We meet again. It’s been a while, I know. Been trying to sleep early and cut back on idle Internet surfing. @_@
Enrolled Elmo in swim class. Classes are at 3 PM, every Tuesdays and Thursdays. Both Terci and I have got work, so we had to make major adjustments to our schedules to accommodate Elmo’s lessons (Terci more than me. Being the swimmer between the two of us, he is the one who joins his son in the water! 😛 Frustration nya actually na hindi ako marunong lumangoy. 😛 He tried teaching me and then later on, gave up had me enrolled in formal swimming lessons. I never completed the course! I only lasted til the 5th or 6th session. 😛 Kaya naman career si Terci na matuto si Elmo. 😉 )
Elmo was initially afraid of the water. I was looking at photos and videos of him when he was younger, and he would really cling as if for dear life whenever his Dad brings him to the water. On the first day of swim classes, he cried during the most part, and didn’t want to leave the pool’s edge. After much persuasion and encouragement, he finally went down into the water… just as the session was wrapping up and his classmates were already getting out of the pool. His teacher was kind enough to allow him to sit in the next class. 😉
But now, they always go on overtime in the pool. Formal classes are only 30 minutes, but they extend even an hour beyond. To date, Elmo can already hold his breath underwater and propel himself. But he still has to learn how to rise above the water and breathe. He also has to build up on his upper body strength.
I meet with them afterwards and we all have ice cream together. I hope someday to be able to pick up from where I left off, and be able to join my boys in the water too. 😎
Took this picture of Elmo’s footprints. I did mention in previous posts that we were having works done on the house, one of them was a covered walkway connecting the garage to the side door (which leads to the kitchen). As the workers were already paving the walkway, we requested that they allow Elmo to stamp his footprints on the cement while it was still wet. 😛
Would have wanted for handprints as well, but he was being fastidious at that time and didn’t want to get *dirty*. 😛 He is pleased with the “finished product” though and would point to his foot prints, exclaiming “My feet!”
When he’s older, I intend to take a picture of his much bigger feet beside his tinyfootprints.
And just like that the storm has passed. We’re still dealing with the bands, but at least the worse is over. Thank God for the Sierra Madre which broke the winds.
Terci woke up in the early morning, and together we kept vigil as the eye of the storm passed over us; it was a momentary period of calm. 😯 Elmo got awakened by the loud banging of the doors and windows, but was consoled back to sleep. I was also able to sleep already after that, but only for a couple of hours.
Woke up this morning to find puddles outside our room.
Terci: Oh there’s water on the floor.
Elmo: Yes. It went in through the windows. Because it rained for forty days and forty nights! ☔️😅
Aww Elmo, our little ray of sunshine in this stormy weather. 😊 I realized that although kids are dependent on adults for their physical needs, they are not useless. In fact, they are a great morale booster! Their seeming “helplessness” is overmatched by their hopefulness.
And during these interesting times (and I don’t just mean this typhoon, but all the other uncertainties in this world right now, i.e. terrorism, wars, political instability, disease epidemics, climate change), when I start succumbing to worry and fear and anxiety, I look at my son. His innocence and carefree ways are a source of cheer and strength and encouragement. 😃 No wonder children hold a special place in Jesus’ heart; they are a tangible evidence of God’s love and grace and promise that everything is or will be alright in this world. 😃
Elmo calls the subdivision’s security guards, “Men.” It’s cute and amusing, but inasmuch as there is nothing wrong with it (since they are all grownup males anyway, i.e. not “boys.”), it’s been a puzzle for us where he got the idea since we don’t dare call them as such. 😮
Only today did we realize that it was because of the Little Baby Bum video, “The Grand Old Duke of York” (he had a thousand men!) Sabay saludo!
You see, every time we enter the subdivision, the guards salute as a way of acknowledgement. 😉
Today, Elmo took his first few independent steps. It was a bittersweet moment for us. On one hand, we’ve been raring for him to start walking. There are moments when we catch him already able to stand on his own. These are unguarded moments, even *he* is NOT aware of. Because when he becomes conscious that he is standing on his own, he panics and frantically grabs on to something for support. 😛 (Reminds me actually of Wile E. Coyote chasing the Road Runner, and runs right off a cliff, only to fall *after* realizing that he is suspended in mid-air. )