Tootles' Thoughts

GoodKids

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 20 Nov 2008 21:42:00 +0000

Good.Will for GoodKids is a store where everyone shares. That's what Mums says. I believe it too because when I went there, there was EVERTHING! Books, clothes, toys, cups, hangers, shoes, and even tables.

This is how we share. I give a bag of my toys, clothes and books to the Collector Man. It's to share with the other kids. And when I go to "Good.Will for GoodKids" Mums says I can pick any two things I want that the other kids are sharing with me! It's so neato. Yesterday, I got a guitar and a drill set. I was so excited because I've been looking for a drill set. And this one turns just like Pop's, and screws came with it. Ading Sissy even got a toy, but she didn't share anything. That's why she only got one. Next time Mums says she will have to give an extra toy to share with the kids - pfft!

What I like most about the GoodKids store is that when I'm done with the toy or book, I can always give it back. I just don't get my toys back. But that's okay, because I'm a big boy now, and another little boy can play with them.

Mums says we'll go back to the GoodKids store before Christmas. That's when I have to share a bag of toys to the kids again since Santa will be giving me special ones.

Optimus Prime is my Pal

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Wed, 12 Nov 2008 05:14:00 +0000

I got a call from Optimus Prime the other day. At first I couldn't believe it, but it was him. He was talking to me! Actually, it was a message, but the message was for ME!

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He's super-duper cool! He knows I'm Iron Man and together we can save lives. Together we can be super heroes looking for villains. Yeah...cool...the only problem is Optimus Prime said I had to go to Sun Dyago. I can't. I have to go to school so my brain can get bigger and plus I don't want to leave Ading Sissy. The villains might get her and Mums while I'm gone. And I need to do my chores because Santa is watching me. Hmmmm. I'll have to think about this one.

Anywas, last night I talked to Optimus Prime. He said he would come here, but I would have to buy his ticket. I'm stumped on that part. You see, if Optimus Prime can transform into a truck, then what does he need a ticket for? He should just transform, right? Then drive himself, right? I'll have to ask him when I talk to him again.

I've also been talking to Bumblebee. Can you believe it?!?!? He was suppose to call me again today, but he never woke-up. At least that's what Optimus Prime said.

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Puck cake

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Fri, 31 Oct 2008 20:05:00 +0000

Today is my first Halloween party at school - costume, candy and parade. I'm very excited because I finally get to wear my Iron Man costume to school! Can you believe it?

Mums says there's a sheet to write down the goodies we'll be sharing with my classmates. Mums wanted to bring pizza or ham-n-cheese sammies, but I wanted to bring Puck cakes. Puck cakes are my favorite - mmmm, mmmm, good.

Every time I said Puck cakes, Mums would ask me to say it again. Puck cakes! So because Mums didn't understand we roamed around the grocery store until I found my Puck cakes.

Puck cakes! I found my Puck cakes to share with my school friends. Luckily they didn't eat all of it, so Mums was able to bring the extras home to share with Pops and Ading Sissy.

At school, we played fun games and did a lot of dancing. It was really cool to see my school friends dressed in their costumes. There was another Iron Man, but his heart didn't glow like mine - so he's not real. Pfft! There were other super heroes like Spider Man - black and red, Super Man, Batman, Wonder Woman...and tons of Princesses. There was also a Police, race car driver, Mulan, Thomas and a ballerina.

I got to take home my pumpkin, lantern and special candy. It was fun...I like Halloween. I hope my other "friends" had a fun time with their Halloween too.

I said....

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sun, 26 Oct 2008 10:00:00 +0000

Tootles: Mums, I don't want to take a nap.

Mums: Oh, you know we take naps everyday to rest our body and rest our mind.

Tootles: But my body isn't tired. See, my muscles awake (while flexing).

Mums: That's good. But we still need to rest to make sure they don't fall asleep. Remember you were sitting down and your legs got prickly and were hurting?

Tootles: Oh yeah. That's right.

Mums: We need to make sure that doesn't happen anymore.

Tootles: But I already took a nap. For 4 hours last night.

Mums: That's okay. That was a night-time nap. This is a sun-time nap. And all you need to do is close your eyes, and when whenever you want to, you can wake-up!

Tootles: Anytime?

Mums: Anytime!

Tootles: Oh, okay.

New books to read

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sun, 05 Oct 2008 02:41:00 +0000

....busy learning to fly...

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sat, 04 Oct 2008 06:02:00 +0000

It's been a while...I know. Too much has happened and I don't even know what to talk about.

Except one thing.

The only thing.

The most important happening right now.

Iron Man.

Since I saw the movie, my super-most favorite super hero is Iron Man. Why? Because he likes to save people. His costume is the coolest I've ever seen. And when he wears this costume he can do so many things - fly, have super power strength, shoot laser blasts, and see things far away.

I want to be him. I want to be Iron Man.

...I practiced my running fast. I am so fast I can run to my room and come back to Mums in a jif. Except for those times I hit the side table during my runs because I'm looking down instead of straight.

...I practiced my super power strength. I can lift my soft chair over my head without getting hurt. But for some reason, I'm having problems lifting the couch.

...I practiced shooting laser blasts. Thanks to my Iron Man gloves, laser blasts keeps the villains away. And Mums. She says she has a magic shield around her so my laser blasts can't stop her.

...I practiced my super eye lookers. Mums says I need to eat more veggies and I can see anything I want to see. I think I can see things, but I just need to come closer first.

...I practiced flying...I'm still practicing how to fly...still practicing...

As you can see, I'm Iron Man. Pops says I'm special because Tony Starks sent this special suit just for me! Now I have it all, but I still can't fly! Bump and bruises on my head, on my legs, on my arm...I can't fly! I don't understand why. I'm not giving up, but I'm still not flying. Mums says maybe I have to be grown-up first like Tony Starks. Maybe. But for now, I will just be the super hero who can run fast, have super duper strength, see things far away and shoot laser blasts.

When I learn to fly, you will see me.

FINALLY!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Mon, 14 Jul 2008 15:51:00 +0000

MUMS IS HERE!!!!!!!!!!!

up, up and AWAY!!!!!!!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Tue, 08 Jul 2008 05:56:00 +0000

Ninong Dookie D came down for a visit this weekend and I am having oodles and oodles of fun. He's always making me laugh and playing boxing with me. I didn't want the fun to end! So I asked for the unthinkable today from Mums and Pops.

I asked if I can go to Sun Dyago with Ninong Dookie D.

Mums says ask Pops. Pops says ask Mums. They finally got together to talk about it. They talked to me about it. They talked about it again. They talked to me again to make sure I really wanted to go. There was a lot of talk in there with the words "are you sure?" and "many days" and "Mums is staying in Sysco." I really wasn't paying much attention except for the fact that I was going to fly on a plane to see my cousins! Woohoo!!!

I'M GOING!!!!!

In a quickness Mums packed me up, and I was ready to go.

*Whew, less than 50 pounds. Yes!*

* Ninong Dookie D and I at the security check line.*

SYTYCD

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 03 Jul 2008 06:59:00 +0000

Watchin So.You.Think.You.Could.Dance with Mums...

They're doing Hip-Hop.

Tootles: I like Hip-Hop. It's not rude.

That was a good Contemporary piece. You can feel their movement.

Tootles: Did it hurt you?

That's the East Coast Swing.

Tootles: No, it's not. A swing has a rope and you go back, forth, back, forth. See, like this (showing Mums the back-n-forth motion).

That's another Hip-Hop dance.

Tootles: I like this one because they're wearing a blue shirt. I like blue.

Ooooh, they're going to do the Matador dance.

Tootles: That's a rude dance. He's stomping because he's mad.

Another Contemporary dance.

Tootles: How come he's not wearing a shirt?

That's their costume for this dance.

Tootles: I don't like this dance.

Why not?

Tootles: Because his back is gonna get dirty.

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sun, 15 Jun 2008 21:20:00 +0000

Happy Pop's Day to all of you!

...8, 9, 10!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 12 Jun 2008 20:58:00 +0000

I learned how to play hide-n-go-seek at school. Sister Josie taught us, and I taught Pops.

He said he would count first.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Ready or not, here I come!

(giggling) Aaaaaaah! I'm here! Now it's my turn to count. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10! Here I come!

I look in the kitchen, under the table, in the office, in my room, and in the bathroom. I'm walking around the house looking. I ask Mums to help me, and she tells me to look in her room. I look. I see nothing.

I ask Mums again, and she says to use my eyes carefully and look in her room again. I look again. Still nothing. So I look in my room. As I was looking in my room, I saw my Buzz Lightyear. Oh well, can't find Pops, so I end up playing in my room.

Many minutes pass and Pops fell asleep. I will not play hide-n-go-seek with him again!

A train and the special chocolate place...a very Memory Day it is!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Tue, 27 May 2008 06:53:00 +0000

The weather has been pretty funky lately. Hot, where it's too hot to take a nap in my room hot. Then cold, where I need a sweater and house shoes when I wake-up cold. Mums promised when the weather got warmer we would go back to the beach. I guess warm isn't here yet because I haven't been back to the beach.

Well, Pops got an extra day to play and didn't have to work. I've been so good picking up my toys and taking care of Ading, Mums and Pops promised me a special treat. My special treat included a cable car train and a trip to the special chocolate place.

I didn't know what to think of when they first told me cable car train. I know train, but the cable car part - I had no clue! Until we got there. I was so superly-duperly excited I couldn't sit still in my car seat. I wanted to get out right there, but Pops had to find parking. And after all that waiting, we had to wait some more! There was this line of other people wanting to ride the special cable car train too.

My turn! I was a tad bit scared at first, so I just sat down next to Pops. But when I looked over at Ading Sissy, she was standing on Mums' lap with a big hoo-ha smile on face. She was looking all over the place, and all I can see was some girl's face standing in front of me. So, I decided to stand up too. Pops promised to hold onto me so I would fall and break my face. I'm glad I did. I got to see the cable car conductor drive and I got to see wherever we were going. It was so cool! I especially liked it when the conductor would ring the bell. I wish I could ring the bell. Mums says I can be a conductor too, but I have to go to college first - whatever that means.

We did a lot of other stuff after our cable car train ride. Actually Mums and Pops just did a lot of shopping for their special date. I got too pooped from all the walking I decided to take my nap.

My nap was so good that when I woke-up, we were on our way to the special chocolate place. Another woo-hoo! Pops let me pick whatever I wanted - The Cable Car Sundae. It was mmmm-mmmm good. A great Memory Day for me.

Happy Mums Day!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sun, 11 May 2008 16:22:00 +0000

Wishing all the Mums and Mums-to-be a happy, happy day.

I said....

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sun, 11 May 2008 06:44:00 +0000

Wrapping his toy necklace around his neck...
"Look Mums, it's a snake-lace."

Eating edamame.
"Ed (pointing at Pops) and Mommy!"

Mums: What do you call the person who drives a train?
"Conductor."
Mums: What do you call the person who flies a plane?
"Pilot...And what do you call the person who drives the boat?"

Mums: Ummmm...a sailor.

"No Mums, Pirate!"

Mums: Can I bite your butt?

"No. It's dirty. I poo-poo."

"Mums, can we go to the park today?"

Mums: No, Tootles. It's too cold outside.

(Tootles looks out the window) "Mums! Look, what a lovely day."

today is a new day!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:46:00 +0000

just kidding. this is a test.

--
How many cares one loses when one decides to not be something but has
to be someone. - Coco Chanel

My day at the beach

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 24 Apr 2008 04:25:00 +0000

The past two days have been sunny. A tad bit windy and chippy, but sunny. On Twos-day Mums took me to the beach, but it was sooooooooo snippy out there. As much as I wanted to stay and play, I was fwizzing freezing. Mums says it was one of the few times she saw my lips chattering.

Today was a different day. The sun was still out, but the wind wasn't too cold and it was so much warmer!

I brought all my sand toys with me so I can build things in the sand. There was sand all over! Ading Sissy had a good time too, but she also ate some sand every time she put her fingers in her mouth. Mums would just laugh at her.

At the beach there were a lot of people surfing - just like in Tiki Beach (Back.yardi.gans). I wanted to surf, but I didn't have a surf board, plus Mums says I have to know how to swim first. She's right. Plus I don't like the ocean too much since the waves made me fall the last time I went to put my feet in.

We stayed for a good time, and even had lunch at the beach. Playing in the sand and watching the dogs and surfers in the water. And Mums had a good time with her camera too.

MY time

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Tue, 15 Apr 2008 05:29:00 +0000

I'm going to school now. My first day of pre-school was April 1st, and I only go 2 times a week for only a couple hours. Mums always gets me before nappie time so I can take my nap in my own big boy bed.

I really, REALLY love my school. I love my friends. I love my Sister-teachers. I love painting. I love doing puzzles. I love reading. I love singing songs. I love playing outside.

I always eat lunch at school. Mums asks me the night before what I want in my lunch so I'm not surprised. My first school lunch - ham and cheese star sandwich, strawberries, peanuts, a granola bar and chocolate milk. So far, I've had mac-n-cheese, sausage and rice, pbj, and even pizza for lunch. My favorite was sausage and rice and because my friends kept asking me what I was eating.

I have 3 Sister-teachers. Sister Josie, Sister Josephine and Sister Jo. Sometimes Sister Aunnie comes in to play her guitar and sing God songs, but that's not all the time. I only really talk to Sister Josie and Sister Jo. They talk to me in tagalog and are really nice.

This is me going to school....

...me going home. Notice the change in pants? Yuppers. I had an oopsie. I was sorta confused the first day on who to tell when I had to go pee-pee. I know where the bathrooms at, but we're not suppose to go by ourselves. So, I had an oopsie in my pants. Luckily Mums brought an extra set of clothes for me.

So, now that I'm going to school, Mums says after a few years, I can graduate and work. I wonder when that'll be....

Love you, Lola!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Mon, 24 Mar 2008 05:21:00 +0000

My Lola went to heaven today. I'm not sure what heaven is or where heaven is, but Mums says it's a safe place.

Lola was always smiling at me and touching my hair. Sometimes when she talked it sounded like she was yelling, but I knew she wasn't. Mums says she sounds loud because she wanted to make sure we heard her.

Now that Lola's in heaven, Mums says she will take care of my older brother or sister. You see, before me, my older brother or sister went to heaven. I still don't understand, but one day I will. And Mums says, when I understand, if I want, I can write to my Kuya/Ate at letterstoheaven

I hope everyone had a nice Easter like me! The Easter bunny gave my Ading Sissy and I a nice kitchen and goodies in our basket. Thank you Easter bunny!

I found my pot 'o gold

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Mon, 17 Mar 2008 21:45:00 +0000

Happy 1st Birthday, Ading Sissy!

No need to get up!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 13 Mar 2008 04:45:00 +0000

Since Mums got back from the hospital she hasn't been able to do a lot of the things she use to - especially when it comes to helping me. And she's pretty slow to get up too. So since I could go to the potty by myself, at night it's hard because it's too dark. If I try to pee-pee in the dark, my pee goes all over.

So we were at my favorite store. The One $ Only store, and Mums saw a good idea.

My helper cane! Yuppers, this helper cane will help me turn lights on and off. Just a hit here and a hit there, and poof! Lights on! Lights off!

Mums showed me first, then I did a few practices by myself. I did it! All by myself!!! Now Mums doesn't have to have a hard time having to get up all the time when I need the light turned on and off. And guess what? I can turn the light on and off in my room too!

Thank goodness for my helper cane!

Good nights

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Wed, 05 Mar 2008 00:20:00 +0000

Mums: Thank you for being a good boy today.

Tootles: No problem.

Mums: Thank you for being a good Kuya to your Ading Sissy.

Tootles: You're welcome.

Mums: Thank you for letting me be your Mums.

Tootles: I love you...with all my heart.

Mums: (singing) Tootles is my most favorite little boy in the...

Tootles: ..woooooooooorl!

Mums is home. There's someone to cuddle wuddle me when I'm sad or cold. Mums is home. Even though she can't carry me and there's a pillow in between us, at least she's home. I saw her auwie - 4 of them. She said they hurt, but I kissed it to make her feel better. I'm gonna take care of her like Pops asked me to.

Mums, get better..

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Sat, 01 Mar 2008 06:13:00 +0000

I woke-up this morning and like Mums said, she was gone. She went to the hospital today so Doctor can fix her guybwadder gallbladder. LaLa is with me and Ading Sissy so Mums can get better.

I'll be fine because I know LaLa will keep me safe. She brought me tons and tons of chocolate for my snacks and I'm watching whatever I want on tv. Woohoo! Plus, my gate is up so I can play my trains without Ading Sissy messing up my tracks. Ninong Boy is with us too and plays games with me. He wanted to take me out today, but I just wanted to stay with LaLa. Pops was in and out of the house. He didn't go to work, but is staying with Mums. I hope to see Mums soon.

***NOTE FROM MUMS***
I had my surgery this morning. Success! I was "lucky" to wake-up to four small incisions rather than one big one. Maybe the stars are in my corner - hee hee. Now it's just a matter of waiting to see how my body will react to a gallbladder-less digestive system. I'm up and walking, but I can't straighten up back. Well, it's not that I can't, but it just hurts to because it's pulling on my stomach muscles. I'll just be a hunchback for now.

Much love to my caring friends and family who helped with my successful surgery with your loving thoughts and prayers. It means a lot. Really. I'm hoping to be released tomorrow, but like all surgeries, I need to poop and fart first. Ha!

A note from Mums

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Wed, 27 Feb 2008 10:17:00 +0000

FYI - this is sorta long.

It's me, Mama Toots. I thought I'd share the whole "Doctor" thing...because I just feel like talking about it, but I don't want to actually talk to someone about it.

Let's start from the beginning...over the Christmas holiday I was admitted to the E.R. for abdominal pains. You don't understand, I can take pain. If tolerable, I just ignore it. C'mon, I have two kids to take care of, so if I'm not having the best day, well, I just suck it up. But this time, the pain was too unbearable. Like a super looooong contraction that WOULD NOT go away. Anyways, 20 minutes on the paper bed I was feeling much better. As much as I wanted to go, I couldn't. 20 minutes turned into 6 freakin' hours! The results of my E.R. visit was gallstones. My blood work also revealed "some" inflammation, but I didn't want to stay longer to find out the cause. So I signed a release of Medical Advisement just so they would let me go. I promised to talk to my Doctor once I got back home anyways.

So I'm home. I talk to my doctor, see my doctor, and well, I ended up seeing other kinds of doctors too. One thing lead to another. It was test after test after test.
"I see a mass but we want to find out more about it, so I'm referring you to a GI Specialist."
"You have a mass in your gall bladder that's bigger than normal, so I'm referring you to an Oncologist."

Oncologist. Yeah, say no more. After all my tests, I have a mass in my gallbladder that's malignant. So my gallbladder needs to go. The good news is after my last CT scan, my organs surrounding my gallbladder are in tip-top shape. After my gallbladder is removed I will have another scan to see if chemo or even radiation is necessary. According to my doctor...or doctors, it's unlikely. But shiet, when it comes to me, nothing ever comes that easy. I just found out today that instead of having the easy procedure of 3 little incisions, there's a possibility for "open" surgery because of the mass. Yeah, right now I'm feeling NOTHING is every easy for me - a breast lump, anemia, hypoglycemic, miscarriages, high risk pregnancies, and now this!

I was telling a girlfriend about my situation. She said something I never really thought about. She asked me if all this was hereditary. I told her, no and I was the first for many things in my family. Then she told me it's because I'm the strongest. It was comforting to hear, but at the same time, ENOUGH! I'm tired of being strong! I'm tired of having to go through shit! I'm just....freakin' tired already of all of this. I don't want to be strong...at least for now.

From time to time, people ask me "How are you doing?" I always answer "fine" because I really don't know how I'm doing. I haven't had the time to think about everything, yet absorb it all. When I'm home with the kids, I'm with the kids. There's no time to think about anything else but the kids. I was going to my appointments, listening to what they were telling me, then hurrying home to the kids. But thinking about it, how am I suppose to feel? How is someone with C suppose to feel? I know it's nothing compared to breast C or lung C, but the point of the matter is it's still C! So, for now I will answer "fine" if that's alright with you. And yes, I've talked to my hubby, but he's just way too supportive for me right now. I know that sounds funny, but to tell him my fears or even my angry thoughts would probably squash all positivity in him. So I'd rather keep him where he's at. He's the best though, I'll give him that.

This past weekend, I did nothing but drive all over SF running errands. I'm trying to do whatever needs to be done the next few weeks just in case I don't recover all too well. I was in and out of the car, driving in the pouring rain, checking things off my list, writing more stuff to do on my list - sheesh! But it was a good weekend for me. A good time where I was actually able to think about everything. I mean EVERYTHING! I think I was thinking so much I was able to go through it all - sad, pity, anger. Not @uck the world angry, but why me angry. I thought about things so much I couldn't stop crying. And it doesn't help I have slow jam mixes playing in the background - ha! I just couldn't understand why this was happening to me and why now. Why? I don't really need an answer, but at times we just need to ask why I guess. So for now, I'll just take whatever comes my way, have my surgery on Friday, and see what happens...

Again????

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Tue, 26 Feb 2008 08:07:00 +0000

Mums been gone a lot in the mornings when I wake up. I don't have Mums to give me my first morning hug and smoochie-smooch....Pops is with me instead. We don't have the same mornings like Mums, but at least I get to watch cartoons. Yippee!

Well, Mums says she's been going to see Doctor for her tum-tum. When she tells me her tum-tum hurts, I do what she does to me. I rub her tums while singing

Tum-tum, feel better.
Tum-tum, stop hurting.
Tum-tum, feel better.

Then I take a sip of water. Mums says it helps my tum-tum muscles breathe so they'll stop hurting. She should do the same thing so she doesn't have to go see Doctor anymore.

my booty-butt is FREE!

noreply@blogger.com (Tootles) — Thu, 21 Feb 2008 00:48:00 +0000

I know, I've been gone. Again, not my fault. Actually these days, NOTHING is my fault (wink, wink). But I'm here now, and I want to share some great news.

A couple weeks ago Mums and Pops took me to this thing called "Open House." They lied. It wasn't a house. It was an "Open Building" really. There were a lot of other kiddies there with their Mums and Pops too. I got to see my school (maybe) and I got to play some of the toys and games in my class (maybe). Mums and Pops talked to teachers and I just played. When it was time to go home, I sorta had a fit. Just an itty bitty fit because I wanted to stay in my new school and play with my toys. Plus, I've been waiting and waiting for this dang boy to stop playing with this car! He never took turns! What's that all about? I think he needs to go to school so he can learn how to take turns (sigh).

Leaving my school, Mums says if I really want to go to school I need to pee and poop all the time in the big boy potty. Not just when I want to or when Mums reminds me. Boy oh Boy, say no more! If that's all it takes to go to school, I'll do it! In ONE day, folks. I am fully and pamper-free potty trained. Well, I still wear my pampies at night, but I do come off dry in the mornings. So come school time, I'm ready!

So Mums taught me like this - hold down my wee-wee, shoot in the middle, give it a shakie-shake, dab-dabs with toilet paper, wipe the toilet seat, put the lid down, then flush. I have had some oopsies where I couldn't hold down in time and pee'd all over. That's okay, right? Accident. Plus Mums says accidents happen and Pops does it all the time - ha!