Love is Thicker Than Blood - The Adoption Forum

Lullabye by Bieber - Not!

This happened last night.

I was kissing my Joshy Boy good night and readying him for bed (which means: giving him his MiMi, kissing his forehead, reading him a story and/or singing a lullabye).

As I kissed his forehead, he told me :
Daddy, don't kiss me naman. You're so baho eh... You did not take a bath like me.

Oh, sorry, Joshua. But I brushed my teeth naman ah! (I tried smelling my shirt and my underarm, if indeed I smelled bad, but no naman.) Hmmm was this boy pulling my leg again?

Okay, Josh. I will just sing you a lullabye, okay?

Okay, Dad. But no kissing.

Okay, sure my son, my love. 

Baby, baby, baby ooh! (I sing the Justin Bieber song like a lullabye just to pull his leg. I do this every night to kid him.)

No, Dad! (Joshua starts covering his ears. First time he has done this..)
Don't sing Ba-by, Ba-by, Ba-by o-oh! It's too loud. Not like that. Don't sing Ba-by, Ba-by, Ba-by oooh! It's too loud naman!

Okay, anak. Sorry. Okay, here we go (Oh how I wish I had taped his voice as he was saying/singing Justin Bieber).

Then I proceed to sing, our classic Brahms lullabye mash up,

Lullabye, Joshua Boy, 
Oh how we love you sooo mu-uch!
Go to sleep, our Joshy Boy, 
how we lo-o-ove you so mu-uch!
Lalalu, lalalu....

Ayan, okay. Thanks Dad.

Then Josh closes his eyes and goes off to dream land.

Thank You Lord for such a wonderful, funny, boy.

With apologies to Justin Bieber who will be visiting the Philippines to do a concert this May.
For those who have been living under a rock and don't know the Bieber song, here's the MTV on Youtube which has been viewed for only 520MILLION times! Yikes!

mommy corrie is going to throw me a party!

My mommy corrie (she's my lola -- my dad's mom), texted my Dad and said that she's going to throw a 'welcome to the family' kind of party for me.

I'm going to meet my Dad's relatives and titos and titas and I'll get to see my Ninang cherry and Sharon again. And my Lolo Ned too! My cousins -- matt, bam and bruce -- are going there too.

My Ninang Elaine and Ninong Rene went back to Singapore today but not before giving me some cool gifts. I like the Baby Einstein CD the most and the Maisy the Mouse pop up book (which I promptly tore apart. Sorry, I didn't know you were not supposed to and yaya did not stop me. Oh well...)

That's my Ninong Rene (in green) carrying me on our way to the Red Crab restaurant in Greenbelt last week Monday when they arrived from Singapore. I like my Ninong Rene. He hums to me while he carries me. I miss them already. :-(

I really don't care that I'm adopted because this adopted family of mine really, really loves me. (Sigh.) So you don't have to whisper to my Dad or Mom ("Is he the one you adopted?") because to me, being adopted is a badge of honor and love. When my Dad and Mom look at me when we're all cuddling in bed, I know that they love me like I was their own flesh and blood.

Well, that's it. I dont' mean to get all mushy. But that's life--my life--right now. Thank You God.

Joshua's bright eyes sideways video. Who would want to watch this?

My parents want to be advocates for adoption

My Mama and Daddy have been so encouraged about this whole adoption experience that they want to encourage as many friends and people as possible to adopt.



They have this guy in the office, I think his name is Tito Gerry, who they say looks like me because he 's also "kalbo." They point to his head so I guess that means that he's also "pogi"? He he. Well, this guy and his wife don't have kids and they became excited about adopting when I came into the scene.


As I eavesdrop on their conversations, Mama says that maybe they should have adopted a long time ago. But my Dad, with his wisdom*, always says, "then we wouldn't have had Joshua as our son!" (Yeah, go Dad, go!)

My Mama gets all emotional again and kisses me all over my round face. Oh well.

(Oh yeah, that picture of me up there is one of their favorites. That's me with my post-fart smile...He he he.)

I guess I'm pretty happy about the effect that I've had in my parents' lives and hopefully in the lives of those who at least got to think about adopting also. I was one of the 1,000+ babies that was available for adoption in Manila--and I was almost adopted to some other country in Europe until my Daddy and Mama submitted their papers right in the nick of time. A day or two later, I was matched with them!

My social worker (whom I really love) at the Foundation (Kaisahang Buhay Foundation) processed and coordinated everything for me and my new parents were so happy about me being matched with my Daddy and Mama...

Anyway, I'm sure my Dad, being the blogger and writer that he is, will blog about it one day in his own blog--The Adoptive Dad.

And if you want to see my picture gallery, go to http://www.ardyroberto.multiply.com/

My first vocalized words

"Ma-ma"

I made my Mama so happy when I started saying that wonderful warm word a few days ago.

This afternoon, I clearly called out to her MAMA - MAMA - MAMA! Many many times. It's very easy to say. Perhaps God meant it that way that us babies say "Mama" first. They deserve it. (Of course, she's been teaching and pressuring me to say "Mama" since day one. And I finally did it!)

p.s. my Mama was beside my Daddy (my ghost writer) and she dictated this post to him. She's such a beautiful character