Go to Content
Our Family Adventures PH

Our Family Adventures PH

Primary Navigation

  • Home
  • Parenthood
  • Mindful Living
  • Others
    • Life With A Toddler
    • Food Trips
    • Pasyal
    • Brian & Jaycelle
    • Movies
  • About
Home Current Index
239
Categories
  • Mindful Living

Little Big Things

30 Aug 2018 11:02:02
30 Aug 2018 11:02:02
Brian Dys Avatar Brian Dys
2
Comment

Who wants to wake up in the smell of hot cocoa every morning? Us! because we live behind the factory of Ricoa—yes, the maker of Flat Tops. It’s like mom mixing in a cauldron brimming of that chocolatey goody in a Christmas morning. — A couple of days ago, Bryce wasn’t like himself—more like a…

Who wants to wake up in the smell of hot cocoa every morning? Us! because we live behind the factory of Ricoa—yes, the maker of Flat Tops. It’s like mom mixing in a cauldron brimming of that chocolatey goody in a Christmas morning.

—

A couple of days ago, Bryce wasn’t like himself—more like a person carrying a worldly burden. Little big thing, it was. He kept asking to wash his butt while there was none to wash when I checked. It turned out that he couldn’t win over pushing out the brown monster in his tummy for two days already. On the third night, we saw him standing motionless at the living room—his face grueling internally. He succeeded giving birth to a poop the size of a grenade. Drink more water, kid.

—

Last night, Jaycelle and Bryce got home from a sewing workshop wherein Bryce luckily had a four–year old playmate. He was sleepy when I opened the door—slumped over Jaycelle’s shoulder. I took him and sat him down the sofa, eyes wide awake yet still sleepy. Then it happened. He threw a fit wanting “daddy–yon” (polvoron) then milk and orange. We explained to him that we only had grapefruit but he insisted to cut it open. He ended up not eating it. It was his wildest delirium to date—shouting and bawling and commanding us to do and not to do every little detail. Beyond all this we knew he was simply caught up in the middle of sleepiness and playtime withdrawal. You know that feeling when you just had the best day of your life only to deal with the reality of going home. Jaycelle and I got to the finish line without losing any of our patience. Good job, mom and dad!

Categories
  • Brian & Jaycelle

A Minute

27 Aug 2018 11:10:27
27 Aug 2018 11:10:27
Brian Dys Avatar Brian Dys
0
Comment

A Kumori tart, a Tous Les Jours cream cheese bread, a tea, a coffee, a white round table, a breakfast wherein we take in and we pour out words and memories that are part of us in a not–so–distant past.

“My greatest nightmare is realizing I hadn’t reviewed for the day’s final exam,” I shared with Jaycelle along with a dream I had last night.

“I remember in college arriving at class with a minute left in the period,” I said proudly.

“I remember cutting classes because I was a minute late. All or nothing at all,” Jaycelle said proudly.

Anecdotes that tell opposing values yet cement our togetherness.

—

Our conversation branched out into a timeline somewhere in 2007 when we were becoming friends and lovers.

Categories
  • Mindful Living

Lipat–Bahay 2018

16 Jul 2018 12:46:13
16 Jul 2018 12:46:13
Brian Dys Avatar Brian Dys
0
Comment

It was melancholic—the act of rearranging the dining table to make space for our lipat–bahay boxes. I knew the sky felt the same in its grayish loom. The air that enveloped our little home was already different—at least for me because Bryce at the living room seemed to be enjoying his regular fire-chuck and peace–car…

Lipat-Bahay 2018
Daddy B and Bryce, packing stuff up.

It was melancholic—the act of rearranging the dining table to make space for our lipat–bahay boxes. I knew the sky felt the same in its grayish loom. The air that enveloped our little home was already different—at least for me because Bryce at the living room seemed to be enjoying his regular fire-chuck and peace–car YouTube shows.

A year ago, when we chose East Raya to be our first home as a family of three, Jaycelle and I also rearranged the dining table before anything else. We put a white doily–like table cloth underneath the rectangular glass and it instantly made the place feel more like home. The arrangement and the look had our touch.

This feeling—was it because I was alone doing the “undoing”? I updated Jaycelle with a picture of the messy house—a disarray that was certain of the move that we’ve been preparing for. On a lighter side, I was relieved of every thing that I get to single out in a big black trash bag. It was like weight off your shoulders when you finally dispose of those things that had been lingering with you for a year yet didn’t get to be used.

We can live without these, I thought.

In two days, the living room and kitchen were suctioned off into boxes neatly arranged by the door–waiting in a day or two to finally get out. I cleaned up each area as I emptied them—leaving less work for the unit owner and ultimately getting back most of our initial rent deposit.

We’re still halfway through packing and I’m excited of film–wrapping furniture and filling–in boxes in a Tetris–like manner.

But mostly, in making another page into a new chapter in our book of adventures.

Page36of80

Entries Navigation

  • Previous Page
  • Page 1
  • Page 2
  • Page 3
  • Page 4
  • Page 5
  • Page 6
  • Page 7
  • Page 8
  • Page 9
  • Page 10
  • Page 11
  • Page 12
  • Page 13
  • Page 14
  • Page 15
  • Page 16
  • Page 17
  • Page 18
  • Page 19
  • Page 20
  • Page 21
  • Page 22
  • Page 23
  • Page 24
  • Page 25
  • Page 26
  • Page 27
  • Page 28
  • Page 29
  • Page 30
  • Page 31
  • Page 32
  • Page 33
  • Page 34
  • Page 35
  • Page 36
  • Page 37
  • Page 38
  • Page 39
  • Page 40
  • Page 41
  • Page 42
  • Page 43
  • Page 44
  • Page 45
  • Page 46
  • Page 47
  • Page 48
  • Page 49
  • Page 50
  • Page 51
  • Page 52
  • Page 53
  • Page 54
  • Page 55
  • Page 56
  • Page 57
  • Page 58
  • Page 59
  • Page 60
  • Page 61
  • Page 62
  • Page 63
  • Page 64
  • Page 65
  • Page 66
  • Page 67
  • Page 68
  • Page 69
  • Page 70
  • Page 71
  • Page 72
  • Page 73
  • Page 74
  • Page 75
  • Page 76
  • Page 77
  • Page 78
  • Page 79
  • Page 80
  • Next Page
Our Family Adventures PH Copyright 2023
Brian Dys CL
Go to Start