Posts filed under ‘Ryan in the middle’

Me and my boys


July 6, 2011 at 12:31 am 3 comments

Watching romantic scenes with the boys


On Thursday nights, I tape Ugly Betty and on Friday nights, I watch it with my family. In this last week’s episode, Matt brought Betty home from their date and they were outside her house saying their goodbyes when suddenly the door opens and Betty’s dad Ignacio pops out. I saw my 14-year old son smiling and I told my 11-year old son, who was sitting next to me, “He did that on purpose.” “Why?” he asked. “Well, Matt was going to kiss Betty goodnight and I guess her dad saw that from the window and he didn’t want that to happen. So he went outside so Matt wouldn’t kiss her.” He looked confused but my 14-year old son was still smiling. “Remember that when the time comes that you have a girlfriend,” I continued. “Maybe you should check first if her dad is around before you decide to kiss her.” 😉 Now my husband started teasing him, too. And I was like, oh boy, what am I teaching my kids now?

There was a time when I’d make them look away or cover their eyes when there are kissing scenes on TV. But that was when they were little boys and they are not anymore. They’re growing up and they’re getting curious. And isn’t it better that they learn about the birds and the bees here at home rather than from the streets? And since almost all of the shows that we watch will tackle relationship issues or mention sex at least once in an episode, I find it a good idea to give a comment or two. “She’s crying because he hurt her feelings,” I would say. Or “She’s not talking to him because she’s still mad at him.” Or “It takes time for us girls to forget when boys hurt our feelings.” They don’t like it that much when I do that. “Mommy, will you please just not talk,” they’d say. “We’re watching.” 🙂

Let’s go back a couple of weeks ago. We watched an advertisement of the release of the Twilight DVD. They know I’m a Twilight fan and they asked me if I was going to buy it. “Yes, of course,” I said. “I’ll watch it then,” said my 14-year old. “I just want to see what it’s all about.” Two nights ago, I was excited when I announced, “So, I’m buying Twilight tomorrow.” “What time are you going to watch it?” asked my 14-year old. “After supper,” I said. “I want to watch it, too,” said my 11-year old son. 🙂

So we made it into a big movie night event. We made popcorn and we brought a big chocolate bar and a stick of Mentos that we all shared down in our basement where the flat screen is. And I watched Twilight again with my boys this time. I promised them that I’d keep my mouth shut and I kept my promise. They laughed at the funny parts and I heard “geez” at some parts. I missed the applause and the giggles from the girls when I watched it in the theatre. As I’ve mentioned in my Twilight movie review, the girls applauded and giggled every time Edward got his close-ups and when he and Bella would stare at each other or kiss. 😉 But I love the moments when I exchanged smiles with my 11-year old son last night while we watched those “giggly scenes.” 🙂

And their feedback on the movie? “Ah, it’s okay.”

March 22, 2009 at 2:10 pm 6 comments

Bahala ka

Although I have gone back to work at the office, I still prepare breakfast for my three boys. Even with my limited time in the morning, I try to have something warm for them to eat. They like rice and eggs and so they have that every other day, and in between, they either have pancakes, waffles, instant noodle soup or sometimes just cereal.

The other night, I was asking my 14-year-old son what he wanted for breakfast in the morning. I noticed that lately, he didn’t want rice and egg anymore. He also didn’t like the instant noodle soup that morning because it had been sitting for about 15 minutes when I called him down for breakfast. He wanted it just out of the stove, while it’s still piping hot and before the noodles had gotten fatter. But I was running late that morning and I wanted to finish what I had to do in the kitchen before I went upstairs to blow dry my hair and get dressed for work.

Me: So what do you want for breakfast then?

Him: Cereal. (In his usual irreverent tone.)

Me: Hmph. Bahala ka.

Him: Bahalaka. What does bahalaka mean? (He said it like it’s just one word. 🙂 )

Me: You’re on your own. Whatever you want to eat.

Him: Why do Filipino words always have h, l, k? It’s hard to say. And there’s always ka. Boo-lak-lak. What does that mean?

Me: Oh, you mean my beautiful flowers?

Him: Why do you even buy flowers? They just die anyway. (Ouch)

Me: To make the house look beautiful.

Him: We don’t even see them here inside.

Me: Well, so the people outside can see them.

Yeah. It’s getting colder here in Winnipeg and my beautiful flowers (bulaklak) are starting to die. He does have a point though. I spend money on those flowers every summer. They’re only good for about three to four months and then they start to wither and die around this time of the year.

September 15, 2008 at 9:59 pm 8 comments

Basketball clip – CP vs JP

Now let’s talk about real sports – basketball.

It is basketball season once again in our School Division.  This video clip actually happened last week.  But you know how I get behind in my postings. 🙂

Watch player number 4 in the black jersey.  That’s my boy Ryan doing what he does best in this sport.  This was his team’s first game of the season.  They won against the visiting team – 66 vs 34.

This week, they had to visit another school to play their second game.  They also won against the home team – 32 vs 68. 

Way to go team!

January 27, 2008 at 9:44 am 6 comments

The one that complains


It was a couple of months before school ended when I realized that I should start giving my middle son, Ryan, new chores.  He was 12 at that time but I noticed that his younger brother, Ryland, who’s nine, was doing more chores than him on Sundays.

You see, Sunday is cleaning day at our house and we have a chores list posted on our fridge door.  I usually wait until they’re on vacation before I introduce them to new chores but I didn’t like what I’ve been seeing – Ryan trying to get away from chores while his brothers do their share.

Oh yes, I have that list and he knows when it’s his turn to wash the dishes or cook rice but I always have to remind him and even if I do, he will give me a hard time – either complaining or sneaking  his way out.


For instance, after he eats snacks in the afternoon, he goes to the basement to play his Gamecube or Playstation.  At around 6:00 p.m., I come downstairs to remind him to cook rice within the next half hour if they want to eat at 7:00 p.m., our usual dinnertime.  Come 6:30 p.m. and he’s still down there. So I will call him again and he gets mad at me.  “Now you ruin my game” or “you ruin my day.”  Such irreverence!

Or we will be eating our fruits or desserts after supper and I will remind him.  “Ryan, it’s your turn to wash the dishes.”  “Aww!  Can I not do it?”  He will complain.  “Oh, you have to do it.  Your brothers did their turn,” I will say.  And when he thinks I’m not looking, he will slowly slide from his chair, go under the table and run away upstairs.  But what he doesn’t know is that I’m watching him and before he could go upstairs, I will be shouting at him, “Come back here, Ryan and don’t you pull that trick on me again.”  Then he’ll come back, sometimes grinning and sometimes frowning, depending on his mood.

So it was one Sunday morning when I said, “Ryan, I think you can take over the vacuuming.  Kuya Reggie will show you how.  Reggie, I am promoting you.  I’ll show you how to clean the washroom.”

But that sneaky little booger got away from it and his older brother found a window of opportunity to get away from his also and I don’t know how I ended up doing both of their chores for two weeks.

I tried a different approach on the third week.

“Ryan, how would you like to clean the washroom?” I asked him that Sunday morning.  “Ah! I have to clean the toilet?” he complained.  Okay, I didn’t want to push it.  “No, just the sink and the counter,” I said.  So I showed him how to clear the clutter first, spray with Lysol, wait for a few minutes, and then wipe and rinse.  “Okay, I can do that,” he replied.  What, no complaints?  I was surprised.  Did he find vacuuming too easy or too boring?  Did he find cleaning the sink and counter more challenging?  Who knows?  But I’m not complaining.  And I won’t ask him why for he might change his mind.

So he cleaned the washroom sink and counter.  And he’s been doing it every Sunday.  That’s one less job for me.   And I’m a happy mom.

July 11, 2007 at 10:06 pm 30 comments

Of cold spells and 12-year-olds

I can still make Ryland wear a scarfWe’re under a cold spell once again.  We’ve had windchills of minus 30s and minus 40s for about a week now.  And it looks like it will continue until middle of next week.  I won’t bore you with any more numbers as some of you might not understand what I’m talking about anyway.   

This is how cold it is: 

Tuesday morning, I went to my patrol post, all bundled up – complete winter gear including a scarf covering half of my face.  I didn’t see any other patrols at their post.  (For those of you who are fairly new at this blog, I volunteer as a school patrol, crossing children before and after school.)  Of course, only then did I remember that we are not required to patrol if windchill is minus 40.  So after I crossed my eight-year-old son, Ryland, and his cousins, I decided to walk with them to school so they would walk faster.  There are five of them walking together to school, from age 11 to age six.  The youngest one seems to always lag behind and the others wait for him to catch up.  Their supposed-to-be-ten-minute walk becomes a 15 minute walk.  Since I walked fast, we all got to school in about eight minutes. 

We had a minus 42 windchill that morning.  As we walked, my nose started to run and I felt the wetness on my scarf.  My eyelashes seemed to have gotten wet and then sticky.  They felt heavy, like when I wake up at times with eye boogers.  (You know what that feels like, don’t you?).  I could see frost forming at the ends of my shoulder length hair.  So do on my thick black gloves.  I wore my leg warmers under my jeans and although my winter jacket goes down to my knees, my thighs started to get numb. 

After I walked the kids to school, I went go to the nearby drugstore to buy the multi-vitamins that I wasn’t able to buy the previous weekend because they were out of stock at Superstore.  It was 8:50 a.m. and Pharmasave doesn’t open until 9:00 a.m.  I thought I’d wait for ten minutes instead of going back there later.  I stood infront of the door for a couple of minutes and I started to shiver.  I knew I had to move.  So I paced back and forth infront of the other stores beside it.  If you are outside in the cold waiting for a store to open, ten minutes seem like forever.  Finally a lady who I think works there came and tapped the glass door loudly.  An older lady inside went to open the door.  I went inside and quickly grabbed and paid for my vitamins. 

February is the coldest month here in Winnipeg.  Minus 30 windchill is normal at this time of the year.  But we don’t always get the minus 40s.  You might think that it’s always like this.  It’s not.  And as I’ve mentioned before, the key to staying warm is by wearing layers of clothing.  

Speaking of dressing properly, a Manitoban blogger mentioned me in his post and referred to me as a local Philippine woman who gets it.  He means that I know how to beat the cold, by dressing properly.  He said that people who have lived here for many generations have forgotten how to dress properly.  He continued: 

The problem is that when we are little, our parents or caregivers always make sure we are bundled up. When we hit our teens, one of the ways we show our independence is by not dressing properly. That’s why you see all those frozen teenagers in front of the schools having a butt with no gloves or head protection. When we become adults (if?) most of us never relearn how to dress properly. Pity.” 

Which brings me to my 12-year old son.  When he started junior high this Fall, I told him that I think he should start taking daily showers in the morning.  When my children were younger, I’d make them take a bath at night.  (And then punas na lang sa umaga.)  I explained to him that his body is starting to change now, he’s sweating more, and morning showers would make him feel fresh.  When the weather started to get colder, I told him that maybe he should take a shower right after he gets up so that his hair will get dry before he leaves the house.  Just like Daddy and Kuya do.  “But that is not my way. I want to have breakfast first before I take a shower,” he’d say.  Such irreverence, eh?   “Ryan, why don’t you just listen to your mother?” I‘d say.  He wouldn’t.  And so now I blow-dry his hair before he gets out of the house. 

Last week, I saw him through the living room window walking home without his jacket hood on, in frigid weather.   

“Ryan, why didn’t you have your hood on?”  

“But it’s sunny.” 

“But it’s cold.”  

“It’s not.  It’s sunny.” 

“Sunny doesn’t have anything to do with cold, Ryan.”  

The other night, we were walking to his school.  He had his first winter band concert.  He plays the trombone, by the way. 

“Why are you wearing your thin gloves?  Where are your thick ones?” 

“Oh, I forgot them in my locker.” 

“And will you please put your hood on.” 

“It’s not even cold.” 

What did he mean by it wasn’t cold?  It was minus 40 windchill.  I was all bundled up and my nose was starting to run.  And his ears were turning red. 

What am I gonna do with this boy?

February 10, 2007 at 12:59 am 41 comments

Basketball tournaments start


Junior high school basketball tournaments started this week.  My son, Ryan, made his school team.  And it’s been a very busy week.  Five games in four days.  We have been particularly very busy today, Saturday.  He played in two games and we had dentist appointments for me and all three kids in between.  We started the day at 8:30 a.m. and I only got home at around 5:30 p.m. after I had done my grocery shopping.  I’m beat.  So I guess I’ll retire early tonight.  And if you don’t see me blogging that much in the next two months, you know where I am – in some school gym watching and cheering my boy.  That’s him – number 63.

January 27, 2007 at 9:59 pm 27 comments

Older Posts