August 20 2009
At The Seaside
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
By:
~Robert Louis Stevenson
Alyssa's website is always a work in progress. Every now and then, I try to make it a
little better. A little more girly for her. She loves purple and pink so I always try to
incorporate it on her theme. However, I would like it to be more girly than child-like blog.
I am also making it a point to update it if not everyday, maybe couple of times a week.
I will also be uploading her photos. Something I haven't done in a long time...
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup,
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
By:
~Robert Louis Stevenson
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There’s a Friend for little children There’s a home for little children
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by: Albert Mindaine |
Alyssa’s crazy with Nick’s new Fresh Beat Band. She loves this character named Marina that’s why she keeps asking for her own drum set. Maybe I will get that for her next week. Let’s see… we’re actually planning on going to Vegas for the weekend…
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit,
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap,
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding-cake.
by: ~Robert Louis Stevenson
At almost 3, our dear daughter Alyssa is slowly perfecting two languages and two dialects. She uses them interchangeably and still can convey what she wants effectively. She is now tries to reason out, explains things and insists on what knows. She is growing up so fast that her aunt told her the other day: “Don’t hurry up! Enjoy being a baby.” The only problem that I see is her relationship with kids her own age. She seems to withdraw and prefers to mingle with adults. I guess it’s because she doesn’t get to play with other children. And the fact that we baby her a lot makes her think that everything is just about her. But we can’t help it…
By the end of this year or maybe next year, we will be placing her day care. Right now, we are looking at those places that has class curriculum. It might be expensive but I truly think it is the best for her rather than just leaving her on a regular babysitter. On her days off, I hope my mom will be here already to take a look after her while both Rolly and I go to work…