The Miggie Report: 17 Months

We’ve been in the Philippines now for over a month and a half. I’m not too happy about not being able to blog about Miguel and our travels as there’s just so much to write about, and no constant wi-fi availability.

Here at Lola’s house, we are connected online through a mobile USB connection (Globe Tattoo), where we “load” money into this USB’s SIM card to be able to access the web. The problem is either the signal’s too weak in my Grandma’s neck of the woods, or there’s just too many Globe Tattoo users around here. I’ve figured out that we usually have the least access problems between 12 midnight and three in the morning, when every body and their mother is asleep (including me!), so unless I make an effort to stay up, there’s just no way I’d be able to blog. There are also the posh malls that grant free wi-fi access (including nearby Eastwood Mall, which we love). We were actually there today, which allowed me to post some of our pics from Bohol. The problem with that is there is just so much patience that comes with Mamma being online while Daddy watches our crazy toddler run and wreak havoc at Starbucks.

Oh Miguel…where to start his 17th-month report. Since last month, I’ve seen him develop most in his language skills, literally just absorbing and repeating everything we say (in his cutest little way of saying things). He can now say “Daddy” and “Mommy” with perfect diction and intonation of course, as if it were a four-year-old saying Daddy and Mommy. My utmost favorite is when he says “I Love-y” (I love you.) He knows when we are going to ride in a car (“vroom-vroom”), when it’s time to sleep (“meh-meh”), and when he runs to his great-grandmother (“wo-wa”). He’s also gotten so much friendlier toward strangers, greeting random people “hi” and “bye” (with matching wave of hands) at malls, in restaurants, and while we were in Boracay, Cebu, and Bohol this month. He’s also gotten so attached to his Dad. He looks for Te when he’s gone, even when he leaves the room to get his bottle. And Te reports that Miggz doesn’t really look for me whenever I leave. I guess it just shows how devoted and hands-on of a father my hubby is…even more than me, to be honest. I’m proud of this fact, but am also sad about it at the same time. It’s amazing how, at a tender age of one, toddlers can recognize who the nicer parent is (hands down it’s Te, because he’s more about fun, rather than the disciplinarian, which is me). It makes me wonder if Miggz will “switch sides” eventually, or if he’ll now and forever be Daddy’s boy.

We’ll see =)

What will you come up with next, Miggz?