Darn Kids

Kids. I love 'em!

Four kids, especially: Miguel, Martin, Gabby, and the latest addition - Papung. My favorite kids in the whole world.

Miguel is the eldest. He's turning eight this September. He's an achiever - always number 1 in class, and strives to be, every year (his personal goal when asked by his teachers: to be number 1 again this year. Ain't it wonderful? Oh, I can go on and on about this...). He's a wee bit silent, though - the not-talking-unless-talked-to type. He goes on about his own business (yeah, he's been reading the Harry Potter series alone, i.e., he doesn't need being read to). Up until now I still can't believe how responsible this Kuya is - always watching out for his sister and brother (and cousin, and pets, and sometimes, us elders). I don't know why, but whenever I'm around, he always makes it a point to give me a tip or two about the latest PS game he currently plays. Everything is just a learning experience for this boy.

Martin is a happy child. Every day with him is like being high on something. He's hyperactive - he greets you with a shout, attempts to hug you but then gives you a head-on (he still thinks he's a dinosaur), laughs a belly laugh (always). He hates girls, but he loves me (yeah, he told me so). He makes up stories, but in the end, admits that he just made them up. And we laugh and laugh, because he's just so funny. And, a plus to this funny man (yeah I call him that and he loves it so much it sends shivers down his spine) - he doesn't have front teeth. It's like the perfect thing! He's six.

Gabby is a combination of Miguel and Martin - except that she's a sweet little girl. She's intelligent, yet she can be a smart aleck at times. Gabby is four. She smiles like she's being photographed - she loves the idea. I suspect she dreams about it every time she smiles at someone. Gab has an unbelievable sense of style. She knows how to dress herself up - with the right colors, and accessories! She hates dolls - loves rough play instead. She's a marathon talker too, and she'll talk about anything and everything under the sun - until she lulls herself to sleep.

Papung - looks very much like Miguel. He loves cars, and already drives one (a really small one, of course - for his size). When he was younger he loved me, but he's at that stage where he picks whom he wants to be friends with. Nevertheless, I kiss and hug and talk to him endlessly (can't help it), until he cries in desperation for his dear yaya. He just turned one.

Aaaaahhh. That was great, thinking and writing about these kids. Therapeutic.

Which reminds me, I need to interact with them asap. The crunch on my forehead is getting ugly from all the grownup stress.

Darn kids! I love 'em.