Embracing full-time homeschooling

This is my season of humblebrag so allow this proud mother to unravel after enduring a school year filled with tears, screams, and laughter.

The twins bid Grade 2 goodbye with the report cards below. Teacher Marycrist has been helpful in their learning journey during this pandemic. It has been a crazy year for me. But I can honestly say that Nick and Toni have learned so much this year compared to the two years that they were enrolled in a private school. Continue reading“Embracing full-time homeschooling”

Cleaning the Ruffolo Liloan home

Hello there again.

I am now going to tell you about cleaning our home here in Liloan.

I love to clean because it makes my Mom happy. You know we do not have a Yaya, a house helper that helps us clean the house or cook food. We do all household chores all to ourselves, well, except for laundry because a man comes to our house four times a week to pick up our dirty clothes and then deliver our clean clothes.

When the house is clean, my Mom does not get upset. Continue reading“Cleaning the Ruffolo Liloan home”

Warrior Mommy: Battling depression, modules, chismosas in a pandemic

Dear Cris Evert, 

You waited for the sun to set so you can finally say that the school year ended. 

You imagined this day, July 10, to close with you on a stage surrounded by parents and children alike clapping and cheering as multi-colored asterisks of fireworks burst on the night sky. 

“You did it! You did it!” screamed the faceless crowd in your fantasy, sounding like Dora the Explorer alongside her best buddy, Boots. 

The buffet table is filled with your favorites: the slow-cooked humba with its fats jiggling like jello; thousands of lumpia rolled and fried to perfection;  the one-dish meal bam-i with slivers of meat and chicken liver; and the charcoal-roasted lechon, its skin crispy and golden brown ready for a horde of visitors to rip its luscious body apart. 

Endless taps on the shoulders, handshakes, nods, and smiles came your way as you tried your best to look and sound humble. 

Continue reading“Warrior Mommy: Battling depression, modules, chismosas in a pandemic”

Dinosaurs, divine intervention, and gypsies: Our theories on the origin of language

I’m in a perpetual juggling mode. 

I’m still in graduate school while serving as my children’s teacher given the modular platform of learning that they are currently enrolled in. 

So when I work on my learning tasks in school, I often involve my children in the process. 

One of my learning task was to create a theory on the origin of language. Our class was instructed to be creative. 

Continue reading“Dinosaurs, divine intervention, and gypsies: Our theories on the origin of language”

Alone-times: Taking a break from the kids

We’re parents to three children seven years old and below. We both agree that it’s the hardest job there is. Anyone who disagrees must be have figured out parenting and all its challenges and eccentricities. Because, seriously, raising miniature humans is tough. You second guess yourself all the time. There’s …

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