Well, this weekend has been interesting. For one, it started early. Husband took Friday off because he finished whatever it was he had to finish for Microsoft until the wee hours of Friday morning. Then when he got home, our dear daughter woke up and would not let him sleep (Hi, Dad - tap tap - peek-a-boo! Hi, hello!...) so sleepless and exhausted, he made the decision to stay home and just get some sleep when he finally could. In the late afternoon, of course, he had car errands to run (this is the story of my life - my husband gets a day off work and my daughter and I have to compete with the car for his attention) so anyway, we just went with him. In between the many auto-related stops we made, we were able to squeeze in a visit to the two museums located at the ground floor of the Marikina DepEd building (right beside Teatro Marikina). First, we went around the miniature museum which had the most adorable collection of dollhouse furniture and other tiny thingies that made me gush nonstop while I was there. Everything was just so cute and made me want to start collecting miniatures as a hobby too. Some of the pieces were truly amazing - like one display was a miniature dental clinic. I mean, who would think to make a miniature dental clinic, right? Marguerite was more interested in running around than in appreciating the adorable pieces, of course. Afterwards, we moved on to the Belén Museum (Belén is Spanish for Bethlehem and it is what Filipinos have always called the Nativity scene or holiday crèche). It was also great because the place felt like Christmas and tiny twinkling lights are always festive, as you know. It didn't make me want to start collecting Belens but it did remind me that my friends and I won a belén-making contest in UP when we were in college and it made me want to make another one out of some bizarre material and donate it to the museum (providing they'd have it, of course, lol). Marguerite went a little wild in there. Restrictive bars and ropes did not mean anything to her, the little imp. Anyway, turned out she was just ready for a nap. Admission to each museum was Php30 per person. Here are some blurry pics from my cellphone.
We later found ourselves up in the mountains to watch the sunset. Husband took pictures of us inside and outside a restaurant (okay, it was mostly a bar, but the waiter twisted a balloon into a poodle(?) for Marguerite so I claim that that made it kid-friendly!) - you can see some of the city below in the background - but none of the sunset. The sky was mostly cloudy, but in the distant part of the horizon was a gorgeous play of colors. When we were driving back down to the valley, it was already dark with the sky mostly pitch black, but in the distance was an amazing shade of red. There was no hint of orange or yellow - just that red you usually associate with syrup or Kool Aid.
Then, yesterday, guess who finally got herself a haircut? I went a little mad and actually went to a trendy salon. That was a first. I usually go to some neighborhood parlor with beauticians stuck in the '80s. If I'm feeling extra-miserly, I just let my mother or my sister hack my hair. That's pretty much how it works with me. I grow my hair until it reaches my waist and then chop it all off, just long enough to tie in a ponytail. The last time I had cut my hair was in preparation for giving birth. Anyway, I usually don't let them style my hair after cutting since they want to blowdry it straight and that's not practical since I won't be bothering to do that myself (I don't blowdry, hence, a near-pneumonia incident when I was in the US some years back) and I want to know what the change looks like.
We met with my in-laws afterwards. Mike and Christine took Marguerite to the Arcade where she hit the jackpot in one of those games where you make the ball drop into the jackpot hole and you win lots of tickets, never enough tickets to win anything substantial (like the pretty rocking horse worth 10000 tickets), but enough to earn dinky plastic junk-in-the-making. We chose a slinky, a pack of glow-in-the-dark stick-on sheep, a toy mini cooper, and a joke (something that pops out of a candy container and makes a loud noise). In the pictures below, no, that's not Marguerite's nanny, but moi with my obviously high-fashion ensemble and new short hair in a ponytail. Compare it with the braid in the pic above.
Today there is a raging tempest outside and power went out around 3am whereupon I discovered that I could fan straight for hours without much notice when my child was involved. My arm didn't get tired at all. It was pretty cool because of the typhoon anyway. I decided to stay home because Husband and Marguerite were sleeping very heavily and slept until noon, in fact, the typhoon was really something fierce and the roads were probably dangerous with flying debris, plus the power was out so it would have been hard to get everybody ready (Sigh. Don't make me tell you what it takes. Just so you know, simply waking up Husband, which means making sure he stays awake, is a complete chore in itself that can take a couple of hours to accomplish. Sigh!). I thought of going by myself, but I didn't trust Husband to wake up when Marguerite did. Dad had thought not many people would be able to make it, but the turnout for the service was great.