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Dadda’s Wrath

I am extremely fascinated with Sharksfin’s ways and means of expressing disappointment/aggression/anger (except when I am the root cause of a negative emotional response). 

Yesterday, Sharksfin’s officemate found out that the baby brewing in her tummy is a boy. The officemate followed her news with a killer statement – “ayan may ka-love team na si Potling.” Sharksfin managed to come up with a courteous reply – “oo nga.” 

The statement solicited an angry thought balloon from the dadda-to-be. Last night, on our way home, he recounted the conversation with a S N A R L. And since I find these rare “emotional” outbursts fascinating, I used the statement several times to irk the king.

Earlier this morning, Sharksfin and I were talking to Potling. He said, good morning Potling! I said “Uy potling, may ka-love team ka na. Mag-aasawa ka na?”

My statement earned a resounding…

Puta!!!

I love it!

Breast Pump and Butterflies

We bought an electric breast pump last Saturday. My swollen elephant legs and feet couldn’t take my weight anymore so I just decided to sit in one of the waiting areas while Sharksfin looked for an adaptor for the key to Potling’s nourishment.

Since it was the day of hearts, the mall owners set up a little concert in the busiest area near the supermarket. While waiting for Sharksfin, the violinist and pianist played “Butterfly Kisses.” I liked this song from the first time I heard it in 1997 (thanks 96.3 WRock).  During my last year in high school, I dreamt of using it for my bridal march. “That” didn’t happen but 4 years ago, a friend got married and used it for her wedding march – complete with butterflies. It was beautiful. Since then, the song never failed to make me cry – but it’s a healthy kind of cry.

Last Saturday was a different kind of crying. I just found myself thinking about Potling and Sharksfin. How they – we – will be like when it’s time for Potling to walk down the aisle.

It already hurt. But who knows… Potling might not be as “hot” for weddings as mom. Or maybe weddings will just be a thing-of-the-past in Potling’s future. Whew. Too early to think about these things…

Posting lyrics for Sharksfin. The music video’s in YouTube but embedding is disabled.

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Butterfly Kisses (by Bob Carlisle)

There’s two things I know for sure
She was sent here from heaven
And she’s daddy’s little girl
As I drop to my knees by her bed at night
She talks to Jesus and I close my eyes
And I thank God for all of the joy in my life
Oh but most of all

For butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk beside the pony dady
It’s my first ride
I know the cake looks funny daddy
But i sure tried

Oh with all that I’ve done wrong
I must have done something right
To deseve a hug every mornin
And butterfly kisses at night

Sweet 16 today
She’s lookin like her mama
A little more every day
One part woman
The other part girl
To perfume and mke up
From ribbons and curls
Trying her wings out in a great big world
But I remember

Butterlfy kisses after bedtime prayer
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

You know how much I love you dady
But if you don’t mind
I’m only gonna kiss you on the cheek this time
Oh with all that I’ve done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every mornin
And butterfly kisses at night

All the precious time
Like the wind the years go by
Precious Butterfly
Spread your wings and fly

She’ll change her name today
She’ll make a promise and I’ll give her away
Standing in the bride room just starin at her
She asked me what I’m thinkin
And I said I’m not sure
I just feel like I’m loosin my baby girl
And she leaned over

And gave me butterfly kisses with her mama there
Stickin little white flowers all up in her hair

Walk me down the aisle daddy
It’s just about time
Does my wedding gown look pretty daddy?
Daddy don’t cry

Oh with all that I’ve done wrong
I must have done something right
To deserve her love every mornin and butterfly kisses
I couldn’t ask God for more than this is what love is
I know I’ve got to let her go but I’ll always remember
Every hug in the mornin and butterly kisses