So what do two girls do on a rainy stormy morning? (Cebu is placed under Signal No. 1 for the tropical storm RAMON, which is scheduled to pass us today)
- Sit beside Papa and have my first nebulizing session of the day while watching MULAN 2. (She’s been having a bad spell of cough, pediatrician won’t label her asthmatic yet, since this is her first time to have been afflicted seriously, the wheezing was really bad two weeks ago, we even seriously considered rushing her to the ER one midnight. Anyhow, she’s recovering now.)
Mikaela’s plan is this:
- Wake up really late. Wait until Papa is hoarse trying to wake me up and then wake up, take a bath, demand leggings, any sandals, shirt, blouse or dress will do as long as there’s leggings in the mix. Go to school.
The morning was pretty straight-forward hassle-free okay huh? Wait until these two is within 1 meter of each other.
stupid oblivious Mama that I am, I haven’t realized that preschool classes is automatically suspended when Signal No. 1 is raised (the higher the number, the stronger the wind and the rain). So Mikaela and Joan, the nanny, came right back home and then Mikaela on the door announced,
“Ma, wala mi klase kay wala kamata si Pitcher!”
“Ma, we don’t have class because Pitcher wasn’t able to wake up!”.
Perfectly logical reason. Right? Right.
Mikaela, aside from being the obstinate, meltdown princess that she is, have a competitive streak which activates only if her little sister is on her radar range. She then sat down beside Ayana, who is sitting beside her Pa holding her nebulizer mask over her nose and mouth. The imp then stealthly squeezed, crowded and compressed her helpless, unsuspecting little sister. This is Mikaela’s typical MO : furtive, don’t-do-anything-until-nobody’s-looking. Oh and before you invest all your symphaties on Ayana, she’s more cunning and sneaky in her attacks actually, I’ll elaborate on some future post. Suffice it to say, between these two, Mikaela almost always comes out crying. So, the playing field is pretty even.
While dear husband was sewing my umbrella, one edge of the pointy thing and the thread unraveled, (Bridget this is what I’m talking about, it rained last night and he noticed the “defect” he is kind of OC on things that needs repairing) Mikaela had the brilliant idea of playing house using all the umbrellas we have. She then collected all throw pillows (because kids love to throw these things and use it to whack siblings with) and then stopped, called out to me and pointed at something suspiciously like tiny sticky phlegm. Upon close inspection, it is tiny sticky phlegm.
Me : Ayana! Imuha ni? “Ayana, is this yours?”
Ayana : *looks me straight in the eyes and proceeded to just move both eyebrows up and down, rapidly, twice*
She can really be one gross baby sometimes.