Hair Wars: Episode I

Last Jan. 24, my husband and I took our son, Rafa, to get his very first haircut. As we were waiting for his turn, I was silently psyching myself for the entire process which I was anticipating to be painful. As we waited, I let my husband take care of Rafa while I mentally prepared myself to handle a screaming, thrashing baby. I knew I couldn’t lose my s**t.

A screaming baby was acceptable. a screaming mother, was not.

After roughly an hour, my son’s name was finally called. And so it had begun. Hair Wars: Episode I.

First, he put on his robe. It was fairly easy because there was no resistance. Then we sat him on his chair which I think was originally a toy car that they rigged and turned into a barber’s chair. Pretty ingenious, actually. And convenient because my son loves pretend-driving and I think the toy car chair put him on a really good mood.


Daddy putting on Rafa’s robe.



” I. CAN. DO. THIS.”

With the preliminaries done, the barber started snipping at his hair. I really thought the tantrum will commence as soon as the cutting did but I was pleasantly surprised that Rafa remained cool and collected. It helped that the salon we chose, Cuts4Tots, was a specialty salon for children, hence, the toys, colorful decor and children’s videos to keep the kids distracted and entertained. Once my son started getting restless, the receptionist just popped their Mickey Mouse Clubhouse CD in the player and, voila! Tantrum averted.


The barber started snipping away but Rafa remained calm and still.


Snip, snip, snip while our little guy was distracted with this giant abacus-like toy.


Rafa oblivious to the big man with the scissors.


At one point, Daddy had to carry a semi-annoyed Rafa so the barber can finish cutting his hair.

Save for when Rafa started getting annoyed at having to sit still for too long and swatted the barber’s hand (“Ugh, stop touching me!”, is what I imagined Rafa wanted to say), the experience was not as arduous as I had expected. And now my little guy looks like this:


Hi, cutie!

And no, I did not keep a lock of my kid’s hair because I’m not sentimental like that but Rafa’s first salon trip will always be memorable mostly because it was one of my son’s first real life experiences. Getting his hair cut meant (and this hurts my heart a bit) my baby is, well, no longer that. It was his first foray into an activity people participate in routinely and to me, it symbolizes my son gradually easing into the world. Soon, he will be introduced to more “people experiences” and I am both excited and terrified. Much like his 1st first hair cut, I can never ascertain my son’s response to whatever life throws his way. He could crash and burn or waltz through life like a pro.  All I could do is to prepare myself for when he either fails or succeed and offer my love and support so that he can pick himself up and keep going.

Aaaaaaand that’s way too much “hugot” for a haircut.

See ya.



The Road to 30

I am turning 30 in 6 months and because this is such an eagerly awaited milestone (no matter how unfathomable, I mean why is 30 so different from 20? Poor 20 year olds with their totally insignificant age.) I decided I’d start counting down to my BIG DAY.

And what better way to do that (no matter how seemingly irrelevant) than to create a list of things I want to accomplish on, before or after my 3oth birthday. I shall call my list “Giddy to be 30” because I am indeed giddy to be 30 but mostly because it rhymes.

So here we go:

The “Giddy to be 30” List:

  1. Start a travel fund.–My husband and I are not big travelers. The mere thought of packing and unpacking completely puts us off traveling but there’s a big beautiful world out there and I’d love to see some of it in this lifetime. Since traveling can be financially draining, I’m going to stash a certain amount (depending on what is feasible from month to month) every payday on a travel fund and choose one place (domestic or local) to visit for vacation every year.
  2. Start and sustain a blog- My mind constantly runs with a myriad thoughts and I’d like to channel them into a forum where I don’t have to worry about censoring myself. Let the cursing commence! hehe…
  3. Donate to an orphanage- I’ve always loved children. And ever since I became a mom,my soft spot for them just got….softer (?). Anyway, we made a donation to C.R.I.B.S. for my son’s 1st birthday and my husband and I decided it ought to be a regular thing for us to visit or make charitable donations to orphanages or any children in need. Children deserve a life of comfort and opportunity, not abandonment and destitution. And because I don’t have Oprah money (yet) I have to trust that the little that I can give will go a long way.
  4. Start a mommy support group- Okay, now, this is a huge MAYBE. Motherhood has been crazy amazing, so far. But mostly, it has been crazy. And any mother (new or seasoned) should have a strong network of support form other women in order to stay emotionally stable enough not to raise a future serial killer..or politician. I’ve been toying with the idea of forming a support group, the logistics of which I have yet to decipher. Hopefully, It comes to fruition because I am in love with the prospect of mothers gathered in a room talking up a storm over coffee and pastries and leaving feeling a world of relief knowing they’re not alone.
  5. Write a book- I’m not sure what kind of book. Right now, all I can think of is a compilation of prayers for different situations. I’m not gunning for a Palanca award or anything (hey, I know when and when not to toot my own horn) but to be published would be freakin’ awesome.
  6. Make my house Pinterest-y- Construction on our very own home (thanks mom and dad) is underway and because I cannot make it look like the house of the 3 bears from Bananas in Pyjamas (bummer), I will settle for making it look like a Pinterest pin. This  means, wooden dining table, kitchen island, walk in closet, christmas lights artfully strewn along the wall, a wooden trunk as my coffee table, vintage decor…..aaaand money I hope I have to buy all that stuff.

So my “Giddy to be 30” list ends here, for now. If ever I am taking a dump or walking to buy my lunch and I think of something good to add to it, I will update the list.

See ya.