Sunday Under the Sea

How was your weekend? Mine was exceptional. On Saturday, I had another afternoon off, the first one being last week for my monthly waxing of unwanted hairs and mani-foot spa-pedi after a loong time. Since these beautifying activities already took 2.5 hours, I just promised to return the next weekend for my haircut. My last haircut was in November last year. Anyway, instead of just a haircut, I managed to have a hair and scalp treatment that comes with a back massage. I loved every minute of the massage! I wish they massaged my arms and legs as well. Thanks to my husband for looking after the little one while I got myself pampered and prettified. I should do it more often.

The following day, we had an impromptu trip to Manila Ocean Park with my sister. It was our first time. I have always wanted to go but found the prices too high. When we got there we spent a good few minutes asking ourselves if its really worth it to spend 550/head including the kids. We decided to do it and splurge a little on family activities such as these. When I was already in line, I saw that they had an even better deal: the 5+1 deal for the Oceanarium tickets. That's a mere 2,000 pesos for the 6 of us which is like Php 334/head. Yay! We couldn't care less about the shows because we figured the kids are too small to enjoy the fountain or penguin shows and won't be sitting still for five minutes to watch. Anyway, the Oceanarium was fantastic and even us parents had so much fun. Our photos weren't that spectacular but I know we have achieved some special memories there for the kids. Here are my favorite takes:

After the tour, we watched the sunset at Whitemoon Bar whilst drinking beer and chasing the kids.

My son wouldn't stop doing this:

I don't think we're ready yet.

Band-aid

"Experience is the best teacher", they say. Last weekend, when we were just getting out of the house, Inigo scraped his knee on the pavement just outside our house. As it was just a scrape, it was not anything deep so we felt no need to be alarmed. In the car, I just cleansed it with a moist towel and applied some medicine. When we got back in the house, I took him to bath and washed the wound altogether. I've asked him several times if it was painful and he said it wasn't. Brave boy, I thought.

I remember that I too had scraped my knees several times in my childhood. The cleansing part was always a torture but as days passed, I kinda get excited watching it heal and finally picking on the dried skin. Eww. It's so funny and gross now that I think about it.

My son was exactly the opposite though. He went nuts over his wound on the second day and resisted when  I washed it or applied medicine on it. At bath time, he screamed for me to blow his wound the whole time I washed him. So I had to keep blowing until he gets out of the bathroom, dried and dressed up. Oh, and he'd always ask to wear pants, the long kind, to cover his wound. He wouldn't let me put a band-aid on it neither. LAst night, I put on a slightly short pajamas on him and his wound kept on peeking. He'd pull his pants down again and again just to hide the wound. I had to hide my giggle. I guess he was just not used to having a dark spot on his knee and finds it ugly to look at. Whenever I ask him if he has a booboo under his pants, he'd just say "No!" and pretend to laugh. He's still in denial. And I thought it wasn't until three years old that toddlers get weird.