My front door was an elevator

This post is sponsored by Avida Land, an Ayala Land company.

I grew up in a building. Back then it was gray and white. Now the façade is a pale green, a dubious color in my mind. It stands 8 stories high, tiny by today’s standards and has a 2-level basement where I learned to ride my skateboard down its ramps when no cars were passing through.

We were walled-in by offices inside buildings much higher than our own. Full of busy people doing busy things. But at night, the city became quiet. The people who came here during the day to work and eat retreated back into their cars and drove away. Night returned the city to the people who call this home. This was Makati in the 80s.

Moms on the Floor

Information for your eyeballs.

Mommy Mundo is having an event called Moms on the Floor. In it, moms (pregnant moms, new moms and moms of kids up to 6 years of age) learn new stuff like preparing for birth, learning how to play with your child, infant massage, prenatal yoga, and kids yoga.

Some people you just can't replace.

The wife and I have been talking a lot lately about our son's upcoming birthday party. Parties actually. Both our children's birthdays are mere days apart from each other. This will be our first joint birthday with them celebrating. My older son is turning 3 and my youngest is turning 1. 

Some guys don't like being involved in the details of party planning. They'd rather leave it to the wife. Normally, that's what I'd do. I'm not good with details, I'm more a broad strokes kind of guy. But ever since I married the missus, she's forcibly dragged persuaded convinced me that planning these things can actually be fun.