Toy as Radio

Happiness is seeing Pio playing with his toy as a "radio". He received a bazillion gifts on his baptism and birthday and I'm slowly introducing them to him one by one. There's this toy (I hope to upload a pic later) with 2 rows of buttons and plays music. At first, he just kept pounding on the buttons repeatedly and created a ruckus. This morning, he was in his crib with it and another toy. Then I noticed that he would press on one button, then it would play a song, then he plays with the other toy. When the song is done, he'd press the button again to play the next song, and then go back to the other toy. He did this several times. I investigated the toy and discovered that only that particular button plays the songs. So he was like treating it as a radio! Haha, so cute! :)

First Steps!

Happiness is Pio walking! Well, taking his first few un-assisted steps tonight, February 8. We were hanging out at his cousin's house and he was with his daddy when he turned around and walked three steps towards me. We were surprised! Then we made him do it again for the video! Haha.

He's not totally totally walking though. As soon as we make him stand, he rushes forward so he loses his balance. Hay, baby, don't rush things!

OSJ: Nap

* Happiness is a restful nap.

OSJ: Trinoma

* Happiness is the few minutes I schlepped around Trinoma. On my own. On a Sunday. Haha. I miss Trinoma Tuesdays.

OSJ: Slow Clap for Chocolate

* Happiness is seeing Pio's slow clap after bites of Crisp on the 28th's triple chocolate mousse. Too bad we didn't catch it on video. Or maybe it's good we didn't catch it on video. Hehe.

OSJ: Ramen

* Happiness is a solo lunch-out with a bowl of Ramen Nagi ramen. Yum.

OSJ: H&M

* Happiness is a quick trip to H&M even if I had to shop for Pio and not for me. Bonus: I still came home earlier than usual.

One-Sentence Journal

I really really really want to blog but I can't, i.e., no time, too tired, crappy Internet connection. In the meantime, I will try doing the One-Sentence Journal here. I'll try to sum up what made me happy in one sentence, or two, or three.

Let's start with:

* Happiness (and fatness) is a tub of Potato Corner cheese fries.

* Happiness is coming home to a still-awake Pio and playing with him before bedtime.

Feeling Legitimate and The Happiness Project

Currently reading "The Happiness Project" by Gretchen Rubin. Picked it up after seeing a nice review. I usually steer clear of self-help books so I was surprised when the sales lady took this from the self-help section. Surprised again that it's really a nice read, not preachy, which I dislike about self-help books.

Naka-relate ako as early as page 72 (out of 289), here's the author, a lawyer thinking about being a writer, talking to her sister, a TV writer:

"I worry about feeling legitimate," I confessed. "Working in something like law or finance or politics would make me feel legitimate."

I expected her to say something like "Writing is legitimate" or "You can switch to something else if you don't like it," but she was far more astute.

"You know," she said, "you've always had this desire for legitimacy, and you'll have it forever. It's probably why you went to law school. But should you let it determine your next job?"

"Well..."

"You've already done highly legitimate things, like clerking on the Supreme Court, but do you feel legitimate?"

"Not really."

"So you probably never will. Okay. Just don't let that drive your decisions."

After that, she took one more "legal" job then started her career as a writer.

"Leaving law to become a writer was the most important step I ever took to "Be Gretchen." I'd decided to do what I wanted to do, and I ignored options that, no matter how enticing they might be for other people, weren't right for me."

It's been four years since I passed the Bar. While I am very very grateful for this blessing and have an okay job that pays the bills, I still don't have a clear idea of my career path. I can't imagine years and years of doing what I do now. I don't know if I should just switch jobs or switch fields altogether. I don't know. But the above passage has got me thinking. Ayayay.