Wednesday, August 17, 2005

THE BINGE



Just recently, I hosted an unplanned little party…

Rushing home from my Saturday dentist appointment, I dropped by a small convenient store to satisfy my ice cream craving. Because I cannot decide on what flavor to get, I chose tiny pints of everybody’s favorites—Vanilla, for hubby, strawberry for my son, pistachio for me and caramel also for me. I also picked packs of cream to complement their sweet taste. Then came the idea of holding a ‘create-your-own-ice-cream-party’. Not that I tolerate binge-ing on sweets. I just wanted to bring out the creativity in everyone of us. The party people: Me, my hubby, my six-year old son and my two-year old daughter. Thank goodness for the left-over choco syrup in my fridge; the canned fruits (peach slices and crushed pineapple) direct from my pantry shelves, the sweet bananas given by my mother 2 days before and few pieces of stickos accidentally found in the bread bin. So goes our little unplanned party.

My hubby, who is as consistent as ever, settled for the simplest- a vanilla ice cream topped with choco syrup and a teaspoon of the hand-whipped cream. (he demands for preserved cherries, but they ain’t available). My team-up with my daughter ended us with a peach-melba cum banana split ice cream. The most creative of all, my son’s very own creation. As he blended all the available ingredients, he came up with the most colorful, clown-like concoction of ice cream, with the crushed pineapple posing as the hair, wedges of bananas as the hands, the stickos protruding as ears and traces of the syrup everywhere. The appetizing looks of our creation were simply irresistible. Oh what fun… Such bonding… Such closeness… My unplanned tiny party turned out to be one heck of a family affair!

Monday, August 15, 2005

Bedroom Surprises


Waking up from deep sleep in the wee hours of the night, I cannot deny the feel of sensation stirring inside me—heaven on earth, so to speak. The way the hands knead into my belly, the delicate fingers interlocked in my hair, the legs folded into mine like a human puzzle. The warm sweet smell of the breath against my cheek… The gentle movement that creased the smoothness of the bed… The soft skin enveloped in the familiar contour of my arms amidst the moist coolness of the air… And sometimes with sleepy gaze, the lovely smiles reassuring love, comfort and affection. Looking back to the night before, I remember the endless cuddlings, the hugs and kisses, the exchange of sweet words, the gentle touch, the tight embrace. Oh, such an indescribable feeling…. I must admit, sleeping with your children is one of motherhood’s loveliest experience.

Friday, August 12, 2005

...and now my turn


As I began to blog, I know that my days of envying others do their blogs were just over. Thanks to the formidable Ms. E. Oh, how she wanted to unleash the contents of my fertile thoughts, to rekindle my love affair with handsome, yet simple words-- knowing fully well that I have been lately spending moments with legal jargons.

True it is, for each minute spent is one experience created… Each experience felt, comes the lessons… And with each lesson learned, comes the sharing. And thus bear with me as I do my own…