Our Ryle is a bit grumpy for the past two days. He's been having on and off fever every night sometimes peaking at 39 degrees. Yesterday, we decided that we visit his doctor because we don't know what's causing his fever. The pediatrician, mapped out three possible reasons: one is "tigdas-hangin" the local term for roseola infantum, second is UTI and lastly he'll develop cough and colds. We were hoping to discount UTI as he already had one back when he was still three months old and it was a very gruelling experience for him and for us. The doctor expected another fever last night which should be his last afterwhich the rashes will appear. And should the fever persist the following day, she recommended CBC and platelet count as well as urine tests. Thankfully, he slept soundly last night without any fever. The thing is he has now cough and colds.
Our Baby's First Artworks
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I proudly present our baby's first artwork, well sort of, using our apartment's floor and wall as his canvass. As most Filipino households really don't have carpeted floors, they are of course not spared to our baby's growing-up explorations. Of course I don't encourage him messing the whole place up, I avoid forbidding him either as I may daunt his inquisitive artistry.
I made sure that the crayons he use are non-toxic and are easily washed after him playing around with it.
I took some photos of his doodles afterwards and thought just for fun why not add some photo effects using Ulead Photoimpact. And so I did. Here are some of the doodles he made and the results after I played around with the photo effects on them.
This...
To see some better jobs than what I have done here and made by really professional artists who seriously translated kids' artworks, click here.
A sad poem
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I find the following poem very sad especially for parents. This sad realization is very inevitable. That's why my wife and I enjoy every moment there is for our son because father time is very unforgiving.
You were six months old and full of fun,
With a blink of an eye, you suddenly were 1..
With a blink of an eye, you suddenly were 1..
There were many things we were going to do,
But I turned my head and you turned two...
At two, you were very dependent on me,
But independence took over when you were three...
Your third birthday, another year I tried to ignore,
But when I lit the candles there weren't 3, but four...
Four was the year that you really thrived,
Why, look at you now, you're already five...
Now you are ready for books and rules,
This is the year that you go to school...
The big day came; you were anxious to go,
We walked to the bus, going oh so slow...
As you climbed aboard and waved goodbye,
I felt a lump in my throat and tears stung my eyes...
Time goes so fast, its hard to believe,
That yesterday you were home here with me...
And tomorrow when the bus brings you home &
you jump to the ground
You'll be wearing your cap and graduation gown...
So I'm holding on to these moments as hard as I can
Because the next time I look, I'll be seeing a grown man!
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