My Kids will be joining the Military

Hubby grew up in a military family. His father held the position of Chief of Police in the neighboring town to their home. My husband's sister is a police officer a graduate of PNPA (Philippine National Police Academy) and another one of hubby's sister is a graduate of PMA.(Philippine Military Academy). His other sister works at NAPOLCOM (National Police Commission) as one of their writers perhaps of a newsletter that may be called Military Times.

My father-in-law and mother-in-law are raising 11 kids. The eldest would be my husband. My husband would tell me stories of how education was and still is the most important thing in their lives that their father would apply at a MilitaryVALoan.com or something equivalent to it here in the Philippines just to make sure that his kids could attend school.

With all of them becoming immersed in the military life, there is a running joke that since I only have 2 kids, one would become a PNPA cadet, the other a PMA cadet. But College is not for quite some time yet. What I am certain of however, is that whatever they decide upon. They should be happy.

Maegan is 3

Maegan is 3 years old today!

I can't believe it, it still feels as if it was just yesterday when I was wheeled in to the delivery room and I was screaming in pain, and I hated the interns who were taking my blood pressure because they weren't sure if they heard the beep of my heart right.

How time flies!

Maegan is now in playschool and well, I hate admitting this, but when she saw us, I think we ruined it for her. She acted differently when we (hubby and I) were there. I think things got back to normal when we were out of sight.

Here's a layout I made of some of the pictures I took at her class.

I went bloghopping to the blogs in my blogroll and I saw this one.

To Mommy Tetcha's: Justin

HAPPY BIRTHDAY TOO!

I learned that you're also 3. Happy 3rd Birthday!

Plus, happy birthday to anyone and all who is celebrating their birthday today!

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Everywhere in the Philippines, it's the First Day of Classes! Back to School! 

I miss those days of being a carefree student. 

Yes, I admit it, I was carefree and negligent.

How many times have I heard my teachers or instructors complain that " You're smart but lazy."?

Today, I celebrate the fact that my eldest child is now going to a playschool.

I can proudly say that she didn't cry.

She went inside and was assured that her "Mama" - her grandma was waiting outside and reading the newspaper.

My mom told me the story with so much pride. She went inside, she was assured that Mama was just outside reading the newspaper. She never came out to look for her. She had fun making a drawing with her new crayons. She couldn't wait to show them to me. 

It was a picture of eggs. She also sang and participated.

I find comfort that when I asked her teacher thru text(sms) how she did. She said, "Quiet, but answers when talked to." I think that's nice. I asked my mom if there were any crying students, she told me at least 4 of the 8 kids that were there was crying. A mom even had to sit-in during the class. Oh well. That happens a lot. They grow really attached.

My daughter was excited to play with new toys and meet new people. That much, is what I think. You might be wondering if she was ever left with strangers, the answer is no. But ' teacher' was someone she met at least 3 times before classes. I had a half-hour meeting with her 'teacher' while there was a class. I brought my son as well and I stayed in the room. I was proud because she was shy then, but later, interacted with her new friends. She liked the teacher.

We visited again, to get the forms, and ask for requirements. We (Hubby and I) brought the kids again. Then, a third time to finalize her enrollment. I guess, we gave her a smooth transition for going to school.

Now, I'm all agog as to what will she wear again for tomorrow. Will also be busy packing her bag for school.
The house was quiet for 2 whole hours. I got to start cleaning the overstocked closet.
I was lucky enough that little boy wanted to take a nap because he couldn't sleep well last night.
I hope she learns from the school. I wonder if, I can enroll her next year. She'll be 4. Would that mean I can enroll her in Kinder? Or does she have to through nursery?
I'll worry about that tomorrow.