A Day in the Life of Bosley
me's name is ysobel sebastienne ador-jagonio. but me is popularly called "bosley"--that's from "ysobel." me stayed forty-one weeks in mommy's tummy when me was supposed to come out on the thirtieth to the fortieth week. me felt mommy was worried me wasnt okay. good thing the doctor said me was coming out soon. me surprised mommy when me broke her bag of water and me came out two days before her scheduled caesarian operation.
Tuesday, December 21, 2004
is that really me? wow! me didn't recognize me self at first. me have really grown so fast. what with me's four ounces of milk every feeding and with mom's yummy milk. me seems to smile a lot already. and me likes itwhen mom and dad talks to me like me can talk back already.
naked me!
this is me taking a bath. actually this is mom bathing me. doesnt me look sexy when wet? hehehe. only mom knows how to bathe me well. she taught dad just the other day, but dad doesn't seem comfy doing it yet. this is one of me's favorite things--soaking up in the water. mom and dad will have to buy a new planggana for me. can't stretch me's feet anymore.
Wednesday, December 08, 2004
me is two months old now
this was taken early in the morning when me woke mommy for a diaper change. me didn't wanna go back to sleep so me and mommy played until daddy arrived home from work. me wants to talk already but me seem to produce sounds me don't understand either. mommy was so amused she was laughing so loud some neighbor had to sssshh her.
Monday, December 06, 2004
like father like daughter
this is me and dad at the hospital a couple of days after me was born. mom and dad took turns taking care of me so this means it was mom's turn. mom says me and a dad has a lot in common. look how we both love to sleep this way. me also farts as loud as dad does. sshhh!
mozart again?!
during the day mom endlessly plays one of the CDs dad bought for me when he went to visit me and mom in tacloban one time. the CD contained songs from mozart, bach, etc. but me loves it when mom plays another one of those CDS: a father's lullaby, when she puts me to sleep at night. that's me in me's favorite position when me sleeps--a hand in me's face.
me's first bottle
me's mom wasn't happy when she had to go back to work. first, because she said she'd miss me, and second, because me had to be bottlefed. this is mom trying to train me to drink from that horrible thing they call the "bottle." it isn't as soft as mom's mimi and doesn't smell yummy too.
me would only drink from it if mom is out. if mom's around, me is sure she would make me mimi from her.
me would only drink from it if mom is out. if mom's around, me is sure she would make me mimi from her.
look at mom's hair!
it's a thursday so dad's off from work. it's me's, dad's, and mom's favorite day of the week cuz we could spend more time together during these days. mom comes home early to cook dinner, and dad stays awake the whole day. mom had a hard time getting this pic cuz she didnt want to show dad's and her tummies. don't we just look great as a family?
while you were sleeping . . .
dear ysobel
i could write you lullabies
full of spoons who jump over moons
and cats who wear hats.
i could tell you stories
abut frogs who become princes
and princesses who sleep like logs
i could sing you songs
about stars like diamonds
and the little engine who could.
i would,
but the world is neither pretty nor fanciful
animals don't talk
and mermaids are some sailor's dream.
not all people think being differen is all right
and some borders are not meant to be crossed.
but sleep sound, ysobel,
for you those things
are still far away.
for now,
let me just watch you sleep
and hope that i'll have the answers
when your questions come.
--by lee
note from lee:
dear rj and naj
thank you for bringing bosley and giving me my poem for tonight's poetry reading.
i could write you lullabies
full of spoons who jump over moons
and cats who wear hats.
i could tell you stories
abut frogs who become princes
and princesses who sleep like logs
i could sing you songs
about stars like diamonds
and the little engine who could.
i would,
but the world is neither pretty nor fanciful
animals don't talk
and mermaids are some sailor's dream.
not all people think being differen is all right
and some borders are not meant to be crossed.
but sleep sound, ysobel,
for you those things
are still far away.
for now,
let me just watch you sleep
and hope that i'll have the answers
when your questions come.
--by lee
note from lee:
dear rj and naj
thank you for bringing bosley and giving me my poem for tonight's poetry reading.








