Home at last...

Counting the days and nights of sleep is finally over. Everyone is now home. The old house at Paciano is once again over-crowded, noisy, dirty (hahaha) and happy! We hear the crying of the babies as they fight for toys (hahaha- i love this!). We hear the toddlers' "talks" that really come out of innocent minds. My little one-year old nephew, Migs, seems very smart although he always say "ag" short for "hwag", translated "Don't" everytime I want to carry him. My little 3-year old nephew, James, always say "Asan?" translated "Where?" each time we mention some things and he wants to see it for himself. My little 3 year-old nephew, Kalel, who says "I want to go to the Philippines", although he is already here. His memory of the Philippines is a nice outing at the beach of Laiya, Batanggas. I enjoy my teen-aged nieces and young nephews as I see them grow up all so pretty and handsome, somehow naughty, smart, simple but all nice. It is a chaotic house...and I really love this chaos.

I will be writing more about this...but let me treasure every minute first with my most precious family.