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Showing posts with label Enrique. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Enrique. Show all posts

Monday, June 22, 2009

Do you snore?

Well, do you, or at least someone that you know?

The last grandson in the family, Enrique just turned three years old last November, and for a boy who has just entered nursery, having him go through the knife was the farthest thing on our minds.

Until doctors confirmed our precious little boy had sleep apnea.

Ever since he was a little over six months, his parents and yaya had noticed that he keeps on snoring a little too loud, in fact, even louder than his grannies or daddy. We just dismissed it as something adorably peculiar --- a small boy 'roaring' like a mini-me of his papa or uncle both of whom we endlessly tease for their not-so-cute and oftentimes funny nocturnal habit.

Fast forward to when he was two years old.

While most kids would happily hop about and run and scream and wreak all kinds and sorts of cutesy kiddie antics, our small one wouldn't even budge. He would just tickle, laugh and play with us for a while, then he'd retreat to his quiet corner by the wall and rest. He would frequently pant for breath, and complain that he's tired. In malls and even in church where children are notorious for their unstoppable hyper ways, our Enrique would always request for the stroller --- a rarity for toddlers raring to walk and run and jump --- or settle for daddy or mommy's loving arms and shoulders. We thought that he's just shy, or that he's just a sickly little boy, easily worn out from playing and doing the things we normally expect of kids.

One night, my brother and sister-in-law dropped by the house. We discussed about The Medical City Hospital's Sleep Center, and before I knew it, doctors were wheeling Enrique to the operating room.

The verdict?

He had an elarged throat that was blocking his breathing; thus, the throaty, scary snore. Plus, he had to have his adenoids scraped so he could breathe better.

For six days our small boy was confined, crying and whining about his condition. We couldn't help but cry softly as he lay there helpless and begging to be taken home.

Here's the small boy as he was recovering from his operation:

Living on a bottle of milk. After his operation, Enrique was prohibited from eating solid food for a week, and had to be fed milk all the time.

Tatoo? The small boy shows me where the doctors put a mark on his arm for the skin test.

Tired and sleepy. The small one lacked sleep all week.

If you or a loved snores, please go and see a doctor immediately. Enrique's heart stops beating five (5) times for every minute when he was not yet operated on. Doctors were very happy that they removed his throat finally, since that would mean he'll get better quality of sleep after the operation, which will greatly affect his growth and development.

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

2nd honors at 3 years old


My mom excitedly texted me two Mondays ago that Enrique's school, Tots@Work, is going to hold their Moving Up ceremonies on a Friday...and that...Enrique will be awarded as the 2nd honors!!! I was literally dancing to my feet. Only three years old --- barely out of his toddler years --- and already on top of the class? This is great news!

Immediately, I filed for a leave and attended the school's jampacked event. Here are some pics and mementos of my little nephew's first time to go onstage on his first year. Enjoy : )
I can't believe that our 3-year old nephew first went to school last June, and now we're in his first moving up ceremony! How time flies!

Cute programme

Lola Boots, Mommy Charisse, Tita Isa, Lola Chit and Ella Monique excitedly wait for the program to start

Playful Enrique wouldn't stop smiling for the camera even as the kids were singing the National Anthem already : )

Seryoso masyado : )

WORD SMART Awardee. Yipee!!!! English-speaking kasi hahaha

The cute parrot ;-)

Daddy Eric pins the award on Mommy Charisse's mini me.

Daddy Eric and Enrique

with Mommy

Hahahaha awed by his medal...enjoying the moment :oP

after giving mommy a rose

antok na hehe


Saturday, December 20, 2008

The Little Drummer Boy


Come they told me

pa rum pum pum pum

A new born King to see

pa rum pum pum pum

Our finest gifts we bring

pa rum pum pum pum

To lay before the King

pa rum pum pum pum

rum pum pum pum

rum pum pum pum

So to honor Him

pa rum pum pum pum

when we come.

We all know that song by James Pierpont, don't we?

My youngest nephew, Enrique Miguel, participated in their school's play yesterday. Hahaha if only Mr. Pierpont could see our cuddly little drummer boy :)


Friday, December 19, 2008

How to Recite a Christmas Poem

...as demonstrated by my sweet, little, embraceable nephew Enrique :)



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

One, two, three

Happy, happy 3rd birthday, Enrique Miguel! How time flies! One moment I was just staring at your cute, tiny face on the night you were born. Next thing I know you're already attending school...and being the son of your mischievous and playful father, you're now displaying the same naughty streak your dad was and still is known for.

How I wish I could just 'freeze' precious moments and not let you grow older so we can still enjoy your hugs, your kisses, our 'wrestling matches', our hide and seek games, and so much more. I love hearing it when you scream my name and see your eyes light up in excitement at the sight of me. I truly miss cradling you in my arms and watch you sleep soundly while all of us scramble to be there beside you at your every beck and call when you wake up. I delight in seeing you play pranks at all of us. It warms my heart when you giggle endlessly whenever daddy tickles you and makes you laugh. Or when Tito Ron raises you high above his head, seems to throw you but catches you and does it again.

In more ways than one, you are also my mini-me. We both love chicken, and we could survive just eating that for the whole week. We both have this penchant for doing a lot of things at the same time. We like to cuddle and hug a lot. We love singing songs while we're busy. And I can't wait to see how many more similarities exist between us.

If it were only possible, I wish I could replay the time when you were just a sleeping little angel. Oh, I can no longer keep pace with you when you run and wander around. Maybe someday when you're a little bit older, I would wish that you'd still let me kiss and hug you, and that you would be willing to drive the car with me as one of your passengers, even if you already have a girlfriend.

But you know what, little one? There's one thing we are all wishing for. And that is that you'll grow up to be a godly young man who's fully committed to the Lord. It's our prayer that even as the world seems to go from bad to worse, your parents could still raise up a warrior for God in you. We hope that you would continue the godly family line that your father and mother are painstakingly trying to start, and that you would eventually build up the house of our God. We pray that you would take good care of your baby sister, and be a very good role model to her as well. We pray that you would never bring grief to your mom, or dishonor to your dad.

Hay. Writing this already brings tears to my eyes.

Birthday boy: Our pogi birthday celebrant

Three guys and tita Isa

Ella Monique and Lola Chit

Yes. Love ko 'to

Happy family: Enrique Miguel, Daddy Eric, Mommy Charisse, and Ella Monique

a word from Daddy Eric

Our snobbish princess hehe :-)

Can't wait to see if there are chocolates in that package

Birthday boy gives away prizes after a parlor game

Does she really look like me, or Tita Arlene?

Is Ronald McDonald really part of this family? Hehe

Monique: "I'm scared of this big guy!!! Waaahhh"

Yummy cake

Flanked by the only women in his life aside of course from Lola Boots, Mommy Charisse and Tita Arlene (not in photo)

Cute banner

Birthday boy gives out more prizes to his friends

Mommy Charisse and Ella Monique


Birthday boy firmly holds his friend's hand in one of the games

Monique becomes more playful with kuya's classmate

Sunday, September 21, 2008

How do you measure the joys of an auntie?

In fabulous outfits

In rough and tumble games

In "I want to watch him sleep" moments

In bedtime bonding

In slumber

In funny poses

In two's

In hide and seek

In birth

...and so much more.

I miss the boys and our princess terribly :O(

* * * * *

It's the 21st of September.

It's the nth anniversary of Martial Law Declaration. And speaking of martial law and dictatorship, here's a classic example:

(from a text message by best buddy Crystal)

c u on d 28th! dats an ORDER! harhar...mmm, i was wondering f u cud show up wid ur friend's yummy & cute blueberry cheesecake or muffins kya?...harhar...c yah!

I'll be more than happy to oblige, Attorney.

If that's your decree. Hehehe :0)