tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10033303879878891242024-02-19T11:22:45.555-05:00The Kubota StorybookAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.comBlogger24125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-16431609090190256322011-02-24T01:11:00.002-05:002011-02-24T01:31:23.212-05:00Heavy HeartMy dearest Kimi baby,<br /><br />It's been months since I last wrote you a letter on this blog. Shame on me for real but life just isn't the same since you turned 6 months old. I did write you a letter on your baby book last month when you spent the night with your Tita Mandie & Tito Andre because I missed you terribly and didn't know what to do with myself that night.<br /><br />I just had to write you a letter this evening because I read a sad sad story about a mommy and daddy who lost their 4 month old baby girl recently. My heart goes out to them and words cannot express the sadness I am feeling at this moment. I don't think any parent deserves to lose a child. No one should ever have to experience the pain of having to say goodbye to their baby. I would love to ask God why these things happen...but I know there must be a reason....a good reason. We may not understand it now, but maybe someday. I pray for this special couple tonight whom I don't even know, that their hearts be healed one day of this loss.<br /><br />Kimi, I want to tell you that your Papa and I love you sooo sooo much. You are almost 17 months (6 days shy of being 17 months old today) old. When I put you to bed at night, I always have to make the sign of the cross on your forehead, pray the "Now I lay you down to sleep" prayer, and the "Guardian Angel" prayer and thank God for giving me such a beautiful gift and another wonderful day with you. Like I told my friend earlier, being a mother is such a privilege given to me by God. Sometimes I feel like I don't deserve it...but I am thankful that I was entrusted to do it.<br /><br />Since the day you were born, you have been such a source of joy to our lives. It may not be easy all the time because raising a child has it's challenges...but we are thankful everyday that we have you.<br /><br />Now that you are almost 17 months, you run all over the place, say so many words and talk like crazy, copy almost everything I do, follow me like a shadow, eat almost anything, and give the best hugs and kisses. Everyday spent with you is like being on a rainbow.<br /><br />As I type this letter, I am watching you on the video monitor on the nightstand next to our bed and see you sleeping peacefully like an angel. You are truly an angel given to us by God.<br /><br />Your Papa and I look forward to the coming months and years with you.<br /><br />We love you so very very much my baby.<br /><br />Yours always,<br />MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-44358407192227152312010-04-08T14:11:00.002-04:002010-04-08T14:38:49.054-04:00Quite the Social ButterflyMy dearest sweetheart Kimi,<br /><br />As you can tell from the time this letter is written, this is long overdue. You are now 6 months and 1 week old and I'm two months behind with my letters to you.<br /><br />The past two months have gone by so quickly before my eyes that I just never got the chance to sit down to write you a letter.<br /><br />I seriously cannot believe that you are half a year old already. Where did all that time go? Where is the little peanut that fit in the crook of my arm a few months ago? To me, you are like the little worm in the cocoon that has now turned into a butterfly over night. You are now more beautiful than ever and we enjoy every waking moment with you.<br /><br />In the past 2 months, you have learned not only to sit up, but you can do it mostly without any assistance. You are quite the miss independent girl because you love doing things on your own and don't like me doing it for you. When you play with your toys like the little piano Daddy gave you, you hate it when I hold your hands to play. You like exploring it for yourself. When I feed you, you want to hold the spoon yourself. I give you your own spoon so that you can try to feed yourself but you get mad when you find out there is no food in your spoon. You are too smart to fool these days. Somehow, you hate diaper changes now no matter what time of day it is. I guess you hate lying down unless you are napping or going to sleep. I do it as quickly as possible and sit you up. You love to sit up and knock down all the little bottles and things on your changing table. <br /><br />You are also one curious little girl. Your Uncle Andre calls you miss "nosy" because everything around you interests you. You get so distracted so easily these days. Before, no one could distract you when you were drinking milk. Now, it takes you a long time to finish a bottle or even breastfeed unless we are lying down in bed together. Every sound or thing that passes by is of interest to you. I guess you are learning so much about your surroundings and I thank God that you have eyes that can see and ears that can hear. It's a gift that I don't want to take for granted. Some people do not have the luxury to see anything around them nor hear anything at all. You love it when people talk to you, acknowledge you, and pay you attention. You are definitely the social butterfly right now. You get mad when anyone walks away after paying you mind.<br /><br />You love to coo and baby talk especially when no one is paying you any attention. It is probably your way of calling out to us to mind you. I am trying to teach you sign language so that both of us will be able to communicate earlier. So far, I've tried the milk, food, and more sign. You have not signed back to me yet but sometimes I feel that you are trying to imitate the milk sign whenever I do it and when you see your "milky." I cannot wait for the day when you actually sign back to me :)<br /><br />I've started to feed you solids since you were about 5 months and a half. I started you on rice cereal since I figured you are asian and will probably tolerate it the most. You did really well since day 1 and love it with milk. By now, you have tried sweet potatoes, apples, butternut squash. You loved the sweet potatoes from day 1 but you definitely hated the butternut squash and bananas. You gagged and spit it out. I guess I will try those another day. As for the apples, yesterday was the first time you tried it. You did not like it at first so I mixed it with milk and brown rice cereal. You loved it and ate a huge heaping of it. You ate it again today and I'm so proud of you.<br /><br />You have been rolling over from your belly to your back since last month. Daddy and I saw you together when you did it for the first time. We were sooo happy and proud of you. You love turning towards your right side and never do it on your left. Just a few days ago, you did turn from your left side. You seem to favor your left hand for many things though. You hold your spoon with that hand and tend to grab things with your left. You also love sucking the middle and ring finger on your left hand. Daddy and I don't mind if you are a leftie. Although we are both right handed, it wouldn't matter to us if you liked your left. Maybe you will be more artistic and a tad bit smarter. Who really knows??! I think it's too early to tell anyway.<br /><br />Uncle Tophe came to visit during his spring break. You love him so much and laugh the loudest when he is around. You seem to like boys because they are able to make you smile easily. I'm sure it's because you are with your Daddy all the time and are used to having a man around. It makes me so happy to know that you are so close with your daddy. You are totally a daddy's girl!<br /><br />We just spent Easter this past Sunday. You did so well during the long 2 hours 1/2 Easter Vigirl Saturday night. We had to go to the long mass because your Auntie Amy got baptized into the Catholic Church. We are soo proud of her. On Easter Sunday, we had brunch at Old Ebbitt's Grill in DC and you got to meet your first furry bunny mascot. You were not afraid at all and touched him yourself. What a cutie you are! We walked around the Tidal Basin and took pictures with the beautiful cherry blossom trees. I cannot wait for you to see the pictures one day. You were so beautiful! Someone passing by even said that you looked like you were freshly picked from the cherry blossom tree :)<br /><br />I guess I need to stop writing now. I think you may be awake from your nap already. Usually, you just lay in bed smiling, cooing, and playing with your feet until I come get you.<br /><br />I will really try my best to write you another letter soon.<br /><br />Your Uncle Soy Sauce and Uncle Pinky are coming to visit this weekend. It will be their first time to meet you since you were born. They are sooo excited. I promise to take lots of pictures.<br /><br />Till next month my social butterfly.<br /><br />I love you,<br /><br />MommyAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-79463361228126620302010-01-17T10:04:00.002-05:002010-01-17T10:45:10.017-05:00My little AngelDearest Kiyomi,<br /><br />It's 10 am on a Sunday morning as I write to you this letter. I was scheduled to go to work but was put on call because they do not need me at work at the moment. I fed you about an hour ago and put you down for your morning nap not too long ago and you are fast asleep like a little angel. I was laying in bed trying to nap but couldn't so I decided to use this little free time to write you a letter.<br /><br />You are 15 weeks and 6 days today. I seriously cannot believe how fast time has come and gone. You are almost 4 months old. Sometimes I wish I could stop time because I'm afraid you are growing up too quickly. I was talking to your Papi the other day and told him that maybe we should have another baby because I miss the times when you were just newly born. Of course I'm just being silly because I know one baby right now is more than we can handle. I want to enjoy every moment with you and cherish the time we have together. Many people have given me parenting advice but the best one so far is when they tell me to cherish the time with you because you will grow up quickly before my eyes. I take pictures of you constantly because I want to capture every moment. It's almost an addiction. I know you will enjoy looking at them one day.<br /><br />In that past months, you have changed so much. You used to stare off at the ceiling or lights all the time and would never focus on our faces. Now, not only do you look at us constantly, you smile and coo whenever you see us. One of my favorite things to see is when you hear your Papi's voice, you will look up from whatever you are doing, even nursing, and look at him. You follow his voice constantly. It's sooo cute. You are really the apple of your Daddy's eye.<br /><br />Right before I was to return to work which was about 3 weeks ago, you were a different baby. You refused to sleep in your bassinet and had to be nursed to go to sleep. Now, you are such an angel and behaved baby. I think you finally found your routine and we know how your clock ticks. You sleep about 10 hours at night and have learned how to soothe yourself to sleep. I would nurse you in bed and put you down in your bassinet after you have eaten. You would look around quietly and play with your fingers...before we know it, you would be fast asleep and will not wake up until 8 or 9 in the morning when your stomach is empty and needs to be fed. You wake up smiling but would start crying if no one comes to get you and feed you. The morning is one of my favorite times of the day because we are so close. I love the stillness of the morning. I feed you in bed and we both just bond together. Then I would change your diaper and we would hang out (read a book, do belly time, or just sit down in the rocker together) for a while until you start yawning and I put you down for your morning nap. The rest of your day follows this way. You eat, have an hour or two of wake time and interact with your Papi and I, then take naps. You like napping in your swing in the afternoons though or in your carseat if we are out and about.<br /><br />Since I have gone back to work, your Papi has been the one taking good care of you. It was so hard for me initially when I knew I had to go back to work and leave you at home. A week or so before I returned to work, I would just hug you and cry thinking that I had to leave you. I would tell you constantly that you had to be a good girl for your daddy. You may wonder why I have to work while your Papi stays home to take care of you. Our situation is kind of interesting right now. Your Papi does not have legal paper work to work right now and is doing his MBA instead to stay in the US legally. Once I become a US citizen, I can claim him and he can go back to work. I am thankful just to have him by our side regardless of the situation. I actually thank God daily for giving us this great opportunity so that one of us can be home with you while you are so little. My heart would break if I had to leave you in day care or if you had to be watched by a complete stranger. In fact, I believe that having your father take care of you while I work is such a gift. He gets to spend so much time with you and has the opportunity to bond with you like other fathers miss out on. You both have a great bond that hopefully no one can break.<br /><br />You smile so much, are able to hold up your head on your own, and can sit up like a big girl on your bumbo chair. You are able to hold your little toys (ring of keys, rattle, etc) and throw them around. It is so much fun watching you do this on a daily basis. The funniest thing you do is when you sit on your bumbo chair, you tend to poop. You are such a smart girl. Maybe you think it's your little toilet or something. I'm hoping that this means you will potty train easily. Another thing you love to do now is suck on your fingers. It changes on a weekly basis though. You used to like sucking your left fist. Then you would do your index finger only. Now, you like the middle and ring fingers on your left hand. You do this to soothe yourself. You do suck on the pacifier when we give it to you, but if it falls, you go for your fingers. I guess because your fingers are easily accessible. We are hoping this habit doesn't last though and that you will learn to love your pacifier. People may think we are crazy but it's easier to get rid of a pacifier than your fingers.<br /><br />I want to tell you how much your Papi and I love you. You are such a gift to us and we thank God every moment for giving us such a beautiful angel. You are the best gift he has given us in 2009. Even though you were not planned and were a surprise, we love you sooo much and are grateful for you.<br /><br />I must end this letter now...till the next one.<br /><br />I love you so much baby,<br /><br />MommyAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-17277437048123975222009-12-16T01:15:00.003-05:002009-12-16T02:00:01.916-05:00Almost 3 Months OldMy dearest baby Kimi,<br /><br />As I watch your sweet angelic face sleeping peacefully in the bassinet beside my bed, I am compelled to write you this long overdue letter. My brain tells me that I better sleep while you are sleeping because you will probably be awake in a few hours wanting to drink milk, but my heart tells me that I should write to you since I may not get another chance like this again.<br /><br />I've wanted to write to you since the day you were born, but my life has been consumed with caring for you constantly that I never got the chance to do so.<br /><br />I promise I will write you a letter telling you all about your birth and the best thing that has happened to me this year.<br /><br />You are 11 weeks and 1 day old today. I cannot believe that 3 months have almost come and gone so quickly. It feels like it was just yesterday when I found out I was expecting you...now I have a sweetheart who is almost 3 months old. Sometimes, I still cannot believe I really have a baby, a daughter who has my own flesh and blood, and will forever be a part of me. It is such an amazing feeling, one that cannot be explained; only experienced.<br /><br />This past 11 weeks of my life has been so bittersweet. When I first took you home from the hospital, I thought caring for you would be a piece of cake since I am a NICU (neonatal intensive care unit) nurse. I was wrong of course. I had to learn like any new mom about how to care for a newborn baby. It was not easy. The first night you were home, you cried a lot and refused to be put down. You wanted to be nestled in my arms constantly. I remember crying that night because I was so tired and frustrated. Your Papsi and wonderful father took you from my arms and rocked you to sleep in the rocker while I got some sleep. When I think back to that time, I cannot help but smile because I realize how much you have changed and grown in such a small amount of time. Now that you are almost 3 months old, you constantly smile, coo, and interact with all of us. You are 14 lbs heavy and 24 inches long. I love waking up to you in the morning because you are all bright eyes and bushy tailed and smile as soon as you see me. You are like a breath of fresh air to me when I wake up in the morning. It makes all the difficult times bearable and easily forgotten.<br /><br />In the past few weeks, you have been holding your head up straight and bobble a little only. You are soo strong and very advanced for your age. Everyone who meets you says that they cannot believe how alert and interact you are. You smile when people come up to talk to you or give you a smile. Lately, your hands have been your obssession. I'm not sure when it started, but I found you sucking your fingers one day. Since then, you have acquired that habbit and suck on your fingers with a gusto when I am not around to stop you. I find it so funny when I find you sucking on your left hand and have your right hand in a fist all raised up like you are ready to ask a teacher a question. You do great with belly time as long as you are full and well fed. You keep youself entertained by cooing and exploring your surroundings. The funniest thing that happens to you though is when you coo so much and get so excited that you end up getting the hiccups. I feel so bad when you have them because you look so uncomfortable. You get them almost on a daily basis because you get so excited and almost talk by making all these interesting sounds.<br /><br />One thing that you love is being held constantly and talked to. What baby doesn't like that you would probably ask me. If you are in someone's arms, you are all smiles and carefree. It is so hard to put you down but we have to because we need to get things done and also train you not to be too spoiled. Trust me, putting you down and letting you cry is one of the hardest and painful things to do. I hate hearing you cry and see tears rolling down your red rimed eyes. Most of the time, someone succumbs to your cries and picks you up. Because of that, you are kind of spoiled and got nicknamed "Brattynella" by your grammy. Your Papsi and I are now trying to train you and have to let you cry.<br /><br />I would love to write so much about all your developments in the past few weeks but I must end this letter now as the time is getting late.<br /><br />I promise to write again soon if time permits and I will post up pictures of your birth and the past 2 months.<br /><br />Know that I always love you and am so happy that I finally have a daughter of my own.<br /><br />Yours always,<br />MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-71350307294881241642009-09-26T15:26:00.002-04:002009-09-26T16:04:41.209-04:00Ready or Not, You've Got to Come....My Dearest Kimi,<br /><br />As of today, September 26, 2009, Saturday, you have been in my belly for 40 weeks and 4 days. Actually, it really is 38 weeks and 4 days because technically you were not conceived until week 2. I will explain to you one day how all this womanly cycle thing works so you will understand.<br /><br />In our human world, your due date is when you reach 40 weeks. By this time, it means that you are fully mature and ready to come out. They say plus or minus 2 weeks though since most people do not know what date their baby was actually conceived. I myself do not know what day you were actually conceived because I do not know when my ovary was exactly fertilized : )<br /><br />I know you probably love being in my belly because it is such a cozy and warm environment. You are fed around the clock whenever I eat with no effort at all, your body temperature is constant and warm due to homeostasis, you can move, sleep, and wake up whenever you want without anyone dictating the right time. Even I would love to stay in that kind of environment. Unfortunately, you cannot stay in there forever because I am only human and have limitations. My placenta which has been keeping you nourished with food and oxygen will not be able to function too well after 42 weeks of doing it's job. It will start to deteriorate and will not be able to do it's job like it used to. Because of that reason, you will have to come out and continue to be nourished by me and your daddy.<br /><br />You will soon learn that in our world, there are limitations to everything. In an ideal world, maybe you could stay in my belly forever...but then again, you would never be able to get to know me, your daddy, or your family. There is a good reason why you need to come out. God made us humans this way. We can interact with you, care for you, and most especially, love you. Your are the fruit of our Love (Your daddy and I). Love has to continue to grow and cannot just be stagnant. Your daddy and I love each other, and with that love, you were made and are the fruit of our love together. It's really a beautiful thing once you understand it. We cannot wait to hold you in our arms, care for you, and love you. Hopefully in return, you will learn how to love and pass on that love to others around you.<br /><br />The doctors who have been caring for me during my whole pregnancy have given me a date for when I will have to be induced. It basically means that if you do not come out on your own naturally, they will give me medicine to allow my uterus to contract and go into labor so that you will be forced to come out. The big day is scheduled to start tomorrow, September 27, 2009, Sunday at 8:30 in the evening. We have been waiting for this big day to arrive. If you choose to come out on your own, you will have to do it before tomorrow evening. One way or another, hopefully, you will be in our arms by Monday. It is also a special day on Monday because it is the feast day of the one and only Filipino Saint, Lawrence Ruiz.<br /><br />This will most likely be my last letter to you before you come out. The next time I write, it will be all about your birth and my delivery experience. I cannot wait to go through this special moment with you, even though I have to admit I am afraid of the pain and anything that could possibly go wrong.<br /><br />Everyone has been praying for you and me all over the world, from the Philippines, Taiwan, Nicaragua and all over the US. We are truly blessed to be loved by so many. Everyone is waiting for your arrival and to see pictures of you.<br /><br />We love you dearly and cannot wait to spend the next years of our life with you.<br /><br />Yours always,<br />MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-17428189737400897522009-09-26T15:25:00.002-04:002009-09-26T15:26:31.988-04:00Kimi's Corner All Ready for Her<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1Mzk5MzA2Nzg2MiZwdD*xMjUzOTkzMTAwMjAzJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1iZDA5YzE*NTdkYjc*ZWFiOTk2MDU1YzIwODcxYmQyMiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"><embed src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed144.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fr164%2Fandielim%2FNursery%2520for%2520Kimi%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"></embed> <a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a><a href="http://s144.photobucket.com/albums/r164/andielim/Nursery%20for%20Kimi/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></div>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-74462125351414556232009-09-24T16:33:00.003-04:002009-09-24T16:40:46.321-04:00Updated Pregnancy Photos<img style="visibility: hidden; width: 0px; height: 0px;" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI1MzgyNDM4MTg4NiZwdD*xMjUzODI*NDI1MjMxJnA9Mzg2MzYxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz*5NDk2ZWNjYmM4OWQ*Y2IzYWYwZjhmZTcxNmZiMjhlNiZvZj*w.gif" width="0" border="0" height="0" /><div style="width: 480px; text-align: right;"><embed src="http://static.pbsrc.com/flash/rss_slideshow.swf?rssFeed=http%3A%2F%2Ffeed144.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Fr164%2Fandielim%2FPregnancy%2520Photos%2Ffeed.rss" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="480" height="360"></embed> <a href="http://photobucket.com/redirect/album?showShareLB=1" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_geturs.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a><a href="http://s144.photobucket.com/albums/r164/andielim/Pregnancy%20Photos/" target="_blank"><img src="http://pic.pbsrc.com/share/icons/embed/btn_viewall.gif" style="border: medium none ;" /></a></div>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-60550789847589271692009-09-24T15:17:00.002-04:002009-09-24T15:43:58.791-04:00False Alarm!!!Dearest Kimi,<br /><br />You are still in my belly but already have become a drama queen who likes to keep your parents in suspense and constant excitement.<br /><br />Yesterday, the 23rd of September, I woke up suddenly at 2:30 in the morning because of intense back pain and cramping to my abdomen. I tried to sit up, change positions, and even went to the bathroom to empty my bladder but the pain would not go away. I thought to myself, it must be labor contractions that are starting. I tried to go back to sleep but the pain kept me awake for a long while. I debated whether or not to wake your Papsi up but decided against it because I wanted him to get a good night's rest if I was truly in labor and had to go into the hospital later that morning. It was so hard to figure out if I was really experiencing true labor contractions because I have never experienced them in my whole life. You are my first baby of course so this experience is so foreign to me. I never had braxton hicks during my whole pregnancy so I really had no clue. I kept waiting to feel for my bag of waters to break or something else to happen to tell me that I was really in labor. But nothing happened. I must have dozed off but woke up again around 4:30 because of the same pain that was getting worse. I got up to empty my bladder again because I felt the need to constantly empty it. <br /><br />Finally, around 5:30 in the morning, I decided that your Papsi had enough sleep and I had to wake him up because I was getting really uncomfortable. He got up right away and got his watch to help me time my contractions. But, I really didn't know how to time it since I felt like my belly was constantly hard and painful. Your Papsi told me to check my underwear to see if anything is showing down there. True enough, when I pulled down my pants, my little pad had a glob of dark brown blood and had fluid accumulated all over. Your Papsi said "Yep, that's your water that broke." Because I am a nurse, I said "let's not assume it's my bag of water that broke, it may just be a mucus plug or bloody show." Since we were not sure and the pain I was feeling was not getting any better, I decided better to call the doctor. Dr. Silas, my favorite OB called right back and asked me to go into Fairfax Hospital to be checked. Your Papsi was so excited for your arrival that he woke up his parents and told them to get ready for the big day. He took a nice shower and put on his favorite pink button down shirt to celebrate your arrival. We got everything packed into the car ready to welcome you.<br /><br />As I arrived in the hospital, I was brought into Triage and hooked on monitors to check for your heart rate activity and my contractions. The nurse was not very happy with your HR and asked me when I last ate. I told her my last meal was dinner the night before. She asked me why I had not eaten since dinner the night before. I told her I was not hungry and felt nauseated with the pain I was having since 2 am. I was slightly annoyed because she expected me to be like her. She had replied to me and said that when she was pregnant, she ate constantly. Hello! I'm not like her. I eat only when I'm hungry and not around the clock. Anyway, she ended up giving me some juice to wake you up a bit. Your HR was fine after that...I knew you were ok because you kept moving. You do love to sleep in the morning though regardless if I eat a heavy breakfast or not so I was not surprised when you didn't have much activity when they hooked you to the monitor.<br /><br />Anyway, it was showing that I was having contractions on the monitor but the nurse said it was not strong enough because I was still able to smile and talk. Dr. Berry, the new OB on shift came to say hello and said he would check me out in a while. I was not too happy to see him since I wanted to have Dr. Silas instead. Eventually, the nurse told me that I will most likely be sent home and will have to come back when the contractions get stronger either later in the evening, the next day or the day after. Finally, Dr. Berry came to see him and did a vaginal exam. He did say that I had a bloody show but that my bag of waters was still intact. He wanted me to go home and rest and come back if anything more exciting happens.<br /><br />I keep telling your Papsi and your Auntie Mandie that maybe when you found out it was Dr. Berry there instead of Dr. Silas, you decided to delay your debut...hahaha!<br /><br />I was glad to go home and get some rest because I had been up all night long in pain.<br /><br />I guess the contractions were not real labor contractions yet and just practice contractions for the big day! I got your Lim and Kubota Grandparents too excited and everyone who had found out wanted to know if you were born already. You do love the suspense I'm sure! I know you will come when you are good and ready. I'm hoping in a day or two before my scheduled induction on Sunday.<br /><br />Thank you for letting me sleep through out the night though and not coming just yet because I was in need of a good night's rest.<br /><br />So many people including your Papsi and I are sooo excited for you to finally make your appearance. Please don't let us wait too long ok? We want to hold you already and welcome you into our family!<br /><br />Love you so much,<br /><br />Your MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-40301543503940189952009-09-21T18:55:00.002-04:002009-09-21T19:38:23.347-04:00Waiting Patiently for Your Big DebutMy Dearest Kimi,<br /><br />I am now 39 weeks and 6 days pregnant. Tomorrow is the big day for your Due date, Sept 22nd 2009. I have been waiting patiently for you to make your appearance into this world for the past few weeks. The desire has only gotten stronger with the last 2 weeks. Everyone keeps telling me that I have to be patient and wait for the right time. I have been praying about it and really practicing the virtue of patience. Now, I am so used to you being in my big round belly that I'm not sure if I want you to come out just yet. I've gotten so comfortable with having a round ball in front of me constantly that I really don't mind anymore.<br /><br />Luckily, I am able to rest/sleep well at night even though I do wake up once in a while to empty my bladder or just look at the clock. I have been on maternity leave for the past two weeks so my body is relaxed and not stressed out about having to go to work. Also, your Kubota grandparents Ogisan and Obasan (Gigi and Baba) have been here since September 2 and have spoiled me rotten. They feed me healthy and freshly cooked food 3 times a day and don't let me lift a finger to do anything. Maybe that's why my cervix has not dilated because I don't get to do all the things I used to do before. I really cannot complain because I am truly lucky to have them here and care for me. They love you and me so much even though they have not met you yet. Your BaBa prays the rosary for you and me daily and offers us up to Mama Mary. It's so touching and heart warming to hear her pray for us both. Your Baba is truly special and we are lucky to have her. I am grateful and thankful that they decided to come early to help us out.<br /><br />Last week, I was constantly complaining about my belly being so heavy and my feet swelling up like Fred Flintsone's feet (Yabadabadooo feet). Everyone around me has been very encouraging and told me to pray and be patient. Since then, I've had a peace around me and I can look at my feet and just laugh at them. I look at the stretch marks in my belly and say that it's part of life and being a mother. No matter what, I am thankful for having them because at least I am able to get pregnant and be an instrument of God in this wonderful Miracle of Life. Some people are longing to get pregnant and will never be able to have the opportunity. Even though you were a surprise to us, we are ever grateful and happy to have you. It is truly an honor to be bearing you inside of me and helping you grow from a little cell to a real human baby. It's an experience that is hard to describe. Only mothers who have gone through the same experience will be able to understand how I am feeling. There is sooo much joy in it despite the difficulties, aches, and pains. I chose to focus on the joys than the aches and pain.<br /><br />You have 5 more days to enjoy my warm belly environment my dearest baby before the doctors will have to force you to come out on Sunday. It is for your safety that we also have to force you to come out. My placenta will have done it's best and will start to deteriorate as the days go by. For now, I am scheduled to go into Fairfax Hospital where your Auntie Mandie works on Sunday evening at 8:30 pm where they will give me medicine and start your journey to the outside world. We are sooo excited to meet you already and hold you in our arms. Everyone is waiting for your Big Debut, my princess!!!<br /><br />Just wanted to tell you that we love you sooo dearly and cannot wait to see you real soon!<br /><br />Yours always,<br />MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-68331675492156996522009-09-16T16:00:00.012-04:002009-09-16T19:33:42.846-04:00Princess Party for the little princessesMy dearest Kimi Chan,<br /><br />A few weeks ago when I was 36 weeks and 4 days pregnant, the ladies I work with at the Special Care Nursery in Sibley hosted a baby shower for me and another co-worker Deirdre who is also expecting a baby girl. The called it the "Princess Party for the little princesses."<br /><br />The party was hosted by Lynnie who lives in Bethesda. We had it at her beautiful home. Everyone brought really yummy food and Jane baked 2 special cakes for Deirdre and I. It was such a heart warming event. My co-workers treated us like real princesses.<br /><br />Below are pictures from the event:<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yXD_TOWHleWBIsBSgb4s5nMvZxnDjYMhxpulPYY81nVLQ3IWLImz8q6FsZHonv7qN5eWzLWtIiFbd2CxJIwEmVcnYygsfCRxEHvWGXeu9-aqzF4G04KKAr209pTK72LEQlSdfXtCx50/s1600-h/IMG_7100.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6yXD_TOWHleWBIsBSgb4s5nMvZxnDjYMhxpulPYY81nVLQ3IWLImz8q6FsZHonv7qN5eWzLWtIiFbd2CxJIwEmVcnYygsfCRxEHvWGXeu9-aqzF4G04KKAr209pTK72LEQlSdfXtCx50/s400/IMG_7100.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382208958811946082" border="0" /></a>The cutest Japanese Kimono T-shirt from Haley. I love it!!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaoZDCAYq5sREagsfvuaqCVWme_okk-hbopTr_zATmsGHw1qYSvdOAFBbxT611pk7wCXnCA5Zac-t-k1Ia8se6Os0vM66yvKDXM1A5qp0jJT_VU_sq_BIwurvzGNxW2xg-2FSraXxOQs/s1600-h/IMG_7101.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjfaoZDCAYq5sREagsfvuaqCVWme_okk-hbopTr_zATmsGHw1qYSvdOAFBbxT611pk7wCXnCA5Zac-t-k1Ia8se6Os0vM66yvKDXM1A5qp0jJT_VU_sq_BIwurvzGNxW2xg-2FSraXxOQs/s400/IMG_7101.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382209322458568258" border="0" /></a>More sleepers from Beth! I can't get enough of them...you will enjoy sleeping in them my darling.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBKHk063FAykNz_nnrJX411QhGtfGqpPrDHZ4i6dVNihy36O_m2Phblgh7MXOJQciZL7ZMd07A3QG-_yHTGH3qCUZdNCEcokNl_lGQkGG31qfOagrZ709jjaxkiRU0EJybj51WRyVTck/s1600-h/IMG_7103.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqBKHk063FAykNz_nnrJX411QhGtfGqpPrDHZ4i6dVNihy36O_m2Phblgh7MXOJQciZL7ZMd07A3QG-_yHTGH3qCUZdNCEcokNl_lGQkGG31qfOagrZ709jjaxkiRU0EJybj51WRyVTck/s400/IMG_7103.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382209753826826482" border="0" /></a>Look at all the generous gifts. Aren't they just so sweet!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10bUMvIjvE-fnyhHsU8edBOTGQjqFndwvkBM9SnwTXcAzSXevkMeDsI-zulN3E5MRo2X6qc5Syy_WUWO-kqJmRfW-kIkEUypKsbzcMVJS5Fz4gwITDnTzDcn4vIndi4g2tuuk5liKRxs/s1600-h/IMG_7104.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi10bUMvIjvE-fnyhHsU8edBOTGQjqFndwvkBM9SnwTXcAzSXevkMeDsI-zulN3E5MRo2X6qc5Syy_WUWO-kqJmRfW-kIkEUypKsbzcMVJS5Fz4gwITDnTzDcn4vIndi4g2tuuk5liKRxs/s400/IMG_7104.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382210070467436562" border="0" /></a>Generous clothes basket from my boss Pauline! Imagine, you have clothes for next summer and 4th of July already. I'm so grateful.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsad3JDdeYW1MvtqorieJwxo-VaiL_uraOq_LxQh3NAu08DRshebcYNfZOY14BbNOHyLVP4zAbg55BqBfsDkHdAR4I-kZCKZvroispOUmKBeX94hiHI0FIw4_GyZLDQQ1KzDsT2Ss1MUc/s1600-h/IMG_7105.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsad3JDdeYW1MvtqorieJwxo-VaiL_uraOq_LxQh3NAu08DRshebcYNfZOY14BbNOHyLVP4zAbg55BqBfsDkHdAR4I-kZCKZvroispOUmKBeX94hiHI0FIw4_GyZLDQQ1KzDsT2Ss1MUc/s400/IMG_7105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382210486911446450" border="0" /></a>Deirdre and I with the beautiful and yummy cakes.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q-ipVwdCCXAtIu5oOougSV6W9-sgGGhfJ3Wn4defOpKw5l2mzxRF17bQBB7sNhTAsD1GYIPZqfiRZK6twCoR6JWs1LzQWP_rI1kviN2iZQXgJUbwmMop0T5NodIaLsDIO65iy2Tv2Wo/s1600-h/IMG_7107.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi9Q-ipVwdCCXAtIu5oOougSV6W9-sgGGhfJ3Wn4defOpKw5l2mzxRF17bQBB7sNhTAsD1GYIPZqfiRZK6twCoR6JWs1LzQWP_rI1kviN2iZQXgJUbwmMop0T5NodIaLsDIO65iy2Tv2Wo/s400/IMG_7107.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382210863632075154" border="0" /></a>What an adorable cake with a little girl baby on it. It was a chocolate cake. Real Yummers!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygWkSkPemno9zuSp7LYVOvNgCweuf98h6PSskz9S5f87tuIzufSHnUWpDlayFkQYpJUMQomIyozfnODMcaKoQPK7D5TGRSeHlb-W1H8kSgQ881042_UGJ5hndtjPMkbP2Gb-6BTfxjLo/s1600-h/IMG_7108.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiygWkSkPemno9zuSp7LYVOvNgCweuf98h6PSskz9S5f87tuIzufSHnUWpDlayFkQYpJUMQomIyozfnODMcaKoQPK7D5TGRSeHlb-W1H8kSgQ881042_UGJ5hndtjPMkbP2Gb-6BTfxjLo/s400/IMG_7108.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382211124681423362" border="0" /></a>Couldn't have a princess party without a cake with a Tiara. How precious. It was a delicious lemon cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dXjwyaz3ahZqezPRywr1BEUA2zbhormtXlnZ058le2x8VaOvDe78Iz4yvCjNa8iPevjYvYWySzBvXM8ejdAYQTCLjRaE3K4CAT7upQMXqtONTf96JDxYFUMX3QuclMzVLS67z6NQJnU/s1600-h/IMG_7109.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi0dXjwyaz3ahZqezPRywr1BEUA2zbhormtXlnZ058le2x8VaOvDe78Iz4yvCjNa8iPevjYvYWySzBvXM8ejdAYQTCLjRaE3K4CAT7upQMXqtONTf96JDxYFUMX3QuclMzVLS67z6NQJnU/s400/IMG_7109.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382211548817158114" border="0" /></a>Time to cut and eat the yummy cakes says all the ladies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSVAZy2pfbsdHlApzhmikTSbskEQssFwMRDETBPGvUQ8rWbgP8zxDsL1W4K7DiL8Yt86szw_GIAky2TpjUblo7WUR58aFVEzPFbgwb0QsEbb7OU2HLIG3KLtuNwunaV6rJ899UzPvQTo/s1600-h/IMG_7113.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTSVAZy2pfbsdHlApzhmikTSbskEQssFwMRDETBPGvUQ8rWbgP8zxDsL1W4K7DiL8Yt86szw_GIAky2TpjUblo7WUR58aFVEzPFbgwb0QsEbb7OU2HLIG3KLtuNwunaV6rJ899UzPvQTo/s400/IMG_7113.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382212099776032130" border="0" /></a>All the gifts given by the special care nursery ladies. Thank you all for being so kind and generous. Kimi will look adorable in them and will enjoy all the books, toys, and blankets : )<br /><br />Ok, that's it Kimi love...next blog!<br /><br />Love always,<br />Your MamaAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-12968917733889378822009-09-16T15:35:00.002-04:002009-09-16T16:00:38.833-04:00Lovely comments from your Aunties & UnclesMy dearest Kimi,<br /><br />All your Aunties and Uncles are awaiting your great arrival. While they wait patiently, they have written me so many encouraging and kind words to keep me going while I wait for the most exciting day of my life. I am posting them here so that you can read them one day and know how many people love you already even while you are still in my belly.<br /><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/tpafatima?ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Fatima Samson Nicdao</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Kimchi!!!!!!!!!!!! come out come out wherever u are!!!!!!!!!!</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=265149620477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">August 31 at 6:58pm</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000140607110&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Evelyn Kubota</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">"PRAYER" is my gift for you everyday that you will be fine, protected & have the strength to cope with all the pressures & stress of the day. Have a blessed day!!!!</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=271178330477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">September 8 at 5:58am</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/crane.luisa?ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Luisa Crane</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><div id="id_4ab13f8e127354595124286" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">I'm glad you're feeling well, are you still being abke to sleep at night? I remember not being able to find a comfortable position in the bed the last few weeks. I also hoped that Bella would come early, its so hard to be patient, even frus<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">trating at times. Just remember, "He has made everything beautiful in its time." (Ecc. 3:11) Btw did you get a birth announcement and a gift from us? I hope they made it to you ok! Rest up, enjoy a lot of alone time with your hubby bc you won't get much of it those first few months :) keep me posted! Xoxo </span><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read More</a></span></span></div></span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=272086665477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">September 9 at 7:36am</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/sammichow?ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Samantha Chow</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Hey Andie, hope you're doing well! I got something mailing to you, but I was in such a rush I didn't put a card in it, so it's coming separately :) I hope baby Kimi likes all the lil goodies I put in there :) Oh, and it's from my family and I :)</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=273134750477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">September 10 at 1:55pm</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=633587463&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Angela Nyakairu</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Hey Andrea, How are you? I am sure you can't wait till the little princess gets here. I keep on checking on your wall everyday to check if you have given birth yet:) Can't wait to see her. Take care.</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=274540775477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">September 12 at 9:55am</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/tpafatima?ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Fatima Samson Nicdao</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Kimchi, baby let's go! Come out already! No Filipino time ok? Love you, Tita Fatima</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=274613615477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">September 12 at 11:56am</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&ref=nf" onclick="'ft(">Andrea Lim Kubota</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><div id="id_4ab1424b478755527984588" class="text_exposed_root">Tita Fatima, I am taking my time in my mommy's belly trying to look perfect and pretty to make the best entrance into this world. Remember, I am half Filipino and like you said, Filipinos are always late. Please be patient...you will see me real<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">ly soon. Love you and can't wait to meet you. Love, baby Kimchi :)</span><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read More</a></span></span></div></span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=144901663&v=feed&story_fbid=530735171750&ref=nf" onclick="'ft(">September 12 at 1:29pm</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="ufi_section UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_2401787_530735171750_33634"><div class="UIImageBlock_Content"><div class="comment_actions"><div class="UIImageBlock_Content"><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/tpafatima?ref=mf" class="comment_author">Fatima Samson Nicdao</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab142c057aff8030527555" class="comment_actual_text">you're already perfect my love!!!!</div></div><div class="comment_actions">Mon at 1:33pm<br /></div></div><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/tpafatima?ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Fatima Samson Nicdao</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Dearest Kimchi, I want to let you know that I was thinking about you today and wondering what kind of music you would like: love songs, or techno. Hmm. Maybe heavy metal? hahhaa. I want to take you to your first rock concert. Love, Tita Fatima</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=276703630477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Mon at 9:10pm</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&ref=mf" class="comment_author">Andrea Lim Kubota</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab14291114fe8c22608786" class="comment_actual_text">Tita Fatima, thank so you so much for always thinking about me. You are such a sweet Tita and I really cannot wait to meet you. As for music...I'm not sure yet which kind I would like. My mom listens to all kinds and sings to me all the time. I hope I will like to sing like my Papsi and Mommy. You can definitely take me to my first rock concert one day. Love you and thinking about you also. Baby Kimchi</div></div>Yesterday at 1:14pm<br /></div></div></div><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=847975050&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Nicola Sequeira</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message"><div id="id_4ab142ecdb57d7456070828" class="text_exposed_root text_exposed">Andie, when is Kimi coming out!! I got her a little something and its wrapped here ready to be shipped:) I have to only get to the post office soon. Can't wait for Kimi to be here already!! Keep me posted. Can't wait to see you all soon. Lo<span class="text_exposed_hide">...</span><span class="text_exposed_show">ve to everyone at home. Kisses to Kimi. Love you all!</span><span class="text_exposed_hide"><span class="text_exposed_link"><a onclick="'CSS.addClass($(">Read More</a></span></span></div></span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=276762235477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Mon at 10:33pm</a></span></span></span><br /><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1805275&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Victor Postemski</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">TJ and I are keeping you and Dex in our thoughts and prayers this week! We're looking forward to welcoming Kimi to the world!</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=276794430477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Mon at 11:19pm</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=634985766&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Mary Doka</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">Hi Sweetie... how are you doing? Can't wait for baby Kimi to come... I'm sure she will be one spoilt beautiful little gal...... Can't imagine what your house looks like...all baby stuff.... love you loads & praying that she will be here soon...</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=277061660477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Yesterday at 9:44am</a><br /><br /></span></span></span><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=690203594&ref=mf" class="comment_author">Kristin Attiogbe</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab143382bc4c8076185571" class="comment_actual_text">Can't wait to hear the good news!!</div></div>Yesterday at 1:22pm<br /><br /><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=662238083&ref=mf" class="comment_author">Jacqueline S. Ramos</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab143382cbdd5208625237" class="comment_actual_text">Soon, Andie! Soon!!!:)</div></div>Yesterday at 2:00pm<br /><br /><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1324373951&ref=mf" class="comment_author">Joy Lao</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab143382d20e4c77129689" class="comment_actual_text">Congratulations and praying that both of you and your baby will be safe and continue to be healthy. I am happy for your parents too , the Lolo and Lola. :) Is that how your baby going to call them?</div></div>Yesterday at 7:41pm<br /><br /><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/ahring?ref=mf" class="comment_author">Julie Ahring</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab143382d8203c45356309" class="comment_actual_text">Congrats!!! Hope you have a safe and uneventful birth!</div></div>Yesterday at 8:07pm<br /><br /><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/anna.c.espiritu?ref=mf" class="comment_author">Anna Cabugao Espiritu</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab143382de959a14507634" class="comment_actual_text">Gah! Lapit na!!! So exciting! Ako din, I made a deal with Joaquin. I told him I have to be fully recovered for the New Moon premiere on the 20th. Haha! That will be my first night out after delivery.<br /><br />Tell Mandie to text/call us as soon as she can when you go into labor para we can pray all together and then come visit you and Kimi afterwards!</div></div>Yesterday at 9:40pm<br /><br /><div class="comment_text"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=845005610&ref=mf" class="comment_author">Amanda Lim</a><div id="text_expose_id_4ab1433828b5a2f28647169" class="comment_actual_text">Pop na! We can't wait!</div></div>Yesterday at 12:55pm<br /><br /><h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{"type":"msg"}"> <span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{"type":"name"}"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=144902044&ref=mf" onclick="'ft(">Jen Mead</a> </span><span class="UIStory_Message">wow! cannot wait to see your little one soon!! prayers coming your way for a safe delivery!</span></h3><input name="charset_test" value="€,´,€,´,水,Д,Є" type="hidden"><input id="fb_dtsg" name="fb_dtsg" value="tAlzC" type="hidden"><input id="post_form_id" name="post_form_id" value="b59b49b37c5d60be97ebf755c33914cc" type="hidden"><span class="UIActionLinks UIActionLinks_bottom UIIntentionalStory_Info"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_InfoText"><span class="UIIntentionalStory_Time"><a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=731395477&v=feed&story_fbid=278163730477&ref=mf" onclick="'ft("><abbr class="timestamp" title="Wed, 16 Sep 2009 12:21:46 -0700">37 minutes ago</abbr></a><br /><br /><br /></span></span></span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-67875588581724201662009-08-25T19:17:00.007-04:002009-08-25T19:32:15.779-04:004D sonogram of YOU<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">My Dearest Sweetheart,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">I just remembered that I totally forgot to post pictures from your 4D sonogram. How bad of me huh?!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">We had the sonogram done when you were 29 weeks and 0 days in my belly. It was done at this place called Motherhood Sonogram in Tyson's Corner. We were so excited to see how you would look. Only thing is, you were so sleepy and didn't want to move much for us so it was hard for the technician to get good pictures of you. Somehow, your face was squished up my placenta and you refuse to move from it. It must feel nice and cozy to you. They made me walk 2 times, eat, and drink, and even listen to music to try to wake you up to move, but you would not bulge. We actually saw you yawn more than 4 times during the whole video shoot. It was too cute.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Your Papsi, U. Tim, and I were there at the sonogram.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Here are some pictures of you taken at 4D:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdh0jkfRLBOLevsTOQhqyqlsySEyFjee0ttxd4BfcKLvvMaG1QV_mJ91iSUtPfwIGsW5FjP7MbPYtuExrnDYCNAWXXauz74td3jSWYKUwKJyrq6vnKFg-d5g7wqyFgJsVsDuzJQoVIt4/s1600-h/BABY+KUBOTA_1_2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOdh0jkfRLBOLevsTOQhqyqlsySEyFjee0ttxd4BfcKLvvMaG1QV_mJ91iSUtPfwIGsW5FjP7MbPYtuExrnDYCNAWXXauz74td3jSWYKUwKJyrq6vnKFg-d5g7wqyFgJsVsDuzJQoVIt4/s400/BABY+KUBOTA_1_2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374045865957025794" border="0" /></a>A clear shot of your lil cute face. You look so peaceful sleeping.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmrvulnKMPkyWjyDjpZ1t53Ff-nX0K5frqYtYfV6PKN9Tzws14cuBjaU7UIADYrICabXWqF66vknq2yyXxFnz_Csx2t0zdwPjQSfKq8hdLY7p7L6TCJGfJb8OrDbClQOnSLfhxeXYN-U/s1600-h/BABY+KUBOTA_1_9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKmrvulnKMPkyWjyDjpZ1t53Ff-nX0K5frqYtYfV6PKN9Tzws14cuBjaU7UIADYrICabXWqF66vknq2yyXxFnz_Csx2t0zdwPjQSfKq8hdLY7p7L6TCJGfJb8OrDbClQOnSLfhxeXYN-U/s400/BABY+KUBOTA_1_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374046240356897362" border="0" /></a>Puckering your little lips at us. Your daddy likes to do this often : )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifa7qVlNz964n1je8eoctkzklOEq66Db1kqacLGum9Wv6ZR5HpsORCN_7_Uj0NID2oHN5nTrYJeaDzeppUptLoaw0aCsVGpKiIhT8AOiIcGNK_yU_uy_Gi_rgbxcIgiZYBhyphenhyphenJRii7rAtk/s1600-h/BABY+KUBOTA_1_13.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEifa7qVlNz964n1je8eoctkzklOEq66Db1kqacLGum9Wv6ZR5HpsORCN_7_Uj0NID2oHN5nTrYJeaDzeppUptLoaw0aCsVGpKiIhT8AOiIcGNK_yU_uy_Gi_rgbxcIgiZYBhyphenhyphenJRii7rAtk/s400/BABY+KUBOTA_1_13.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374046628851759042" border="0" /></a>Are you thinking or trying to cover your mouth after you yawned??? I love it...you are adorable!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FaHNfzFziWLKGT8ZyBdY2z3MmD-KoFotJS_wtH44nUJS4iNKtVW7mF-vBElSg6MfjdmYI2OQNUUJu2C5kUA__5E5XNFi3p7D3PXL2wKbCKK71aODTmDVgg1QGces_W511A8B00DO9lo/s1600-h/BABY+KUBOTA_1_17.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg7FaHNfzFziWLKGT8ZyBdY2z3MmD-KoFotJS_wtH44nUJS4iNKtVW7mF-vBElSg6MfjdmYI2OQNUUJu2C5kUA__5E5XNFi3p7D3PXL2wKbCKK71aODTmDVgg1QGces_W511A8B00DO9lo/s400/BABY+KUBOTA_1_17.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374047007004446098" border="0" /></a>I love your pudgy cheeks and puckered lips again. Again, your Daddy likes to do this. You definitely have his cute little defined chin.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJL8cF6Cc7u7F4t0EOscB7YvurQYb-Y58Bq-TwIf-VagGr-K-ZJ31sE2lRYy_OF48-HeGj4QqJAUC_Y-FbbpkD51zA1bQVYfqr_sUIHXtRGmkbNXry2RXAhEAP5U3OzExr7YPFEG3e7U/s1600-h/BABY+KUBOTA_2_9.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhbJL8cF6Cc7u7F4t0EOscB7YvurQYb-Y58Bq-TwIf-VagGr-K-ZJ31sE2lRYy_OF48-HeGj4QqJAUC_Y-FbbpkD51zA1bQVYfqr_sUIHXtRGmkbNXry2RXAhEAP5U3OzExr7YPFEG3e7U/s400/BABY+KUBOTA_2_9.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374047682462390258" border="0" /></a>You look like a little clown here. I think you were yawning at us for the millionth time : )<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">We were so happy to see you 4D even though we did not get too many good shots. We cannot wait to see you in real life though. I think you are going to be one adorable little girly.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Love you Bootsie,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);">Your Mami</span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-71015378324074205502009-08-25T18:18:00.011-04:002009-08-25T19:15:58.404-04:00Preparing for your arrival<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">My Dearest Bootsie,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">This past month, your Papsi and I have been going crazy preparing for your arrival into this world. I know it may be a bit early, but we figured that the earlier we get started, maybe the less chances you will come early. As you will soon find out, I am a NICU (Neonatal Intensive Care Unit) nurse. The myth is that when you are a doctor or nurse, unexpected things happen and many times, their little one comes early. I thought that if I got your thing ready, then if you did decide to come early, we would be ready : ).</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Since we live in a town house with your Auntie Mandie, and your two Uncles Tim and Tophe come visit during their vacations, we do not have an extra room for you at this time to turn into a nursery. However, our bedroom is so huge that we decided to make you a little corner "Kimi's corner." We would rather have you close to us for the first few months anyway so we can bond better and we can make sure that you are ok. Once your uncle Tim graduates and no one really uses the other room, my next project is to turn it into a beautiful room for you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I have been going crazy trying to get the house all cleaned for your arrival. I had someone clean all the air vents and furnace, had the carpet shampooed, and have Sonia come often to clean the house. I want to make sure things are clean before you come. I have also been washing all the clothes, bibs, blankets, burp cloths, and miscellaneous things people have given or we have bought to make sure that things are clean before I put them on you.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Last week, your crib and dresser finally came. It's a pretty cherry brown color that will go well with your crib bedding. I wanted to get a white color since you were a girl but I figured that a white full size bed in the future might not be too cute. Also, the walls in the other room are all white so it would blend too much with the furniture. So, we decided to go with the cherry brown color which I think came out so beautiful. We waited almost 10 weeks for your furniture to arrive and we were very anxious to see it placed in your corner. We were able to find a really cute lamp to match your bedding at Ikea this past weekend. We definitely lucked out on that department. Your Papsi also set up your little arms reach bassinet already. I'm so excited your uncle Soy Sauce and uncle Pinky got it for us. It will definitely make those night time feedings so much easier on me, and also keep you so close to your Papsi and I. We also ordered the glider and ottoman to go with your little corner. I told your Papsi that we definitely needed it for nursing/feeding, and to rock you whenever you get fussy. It's very comfortable and I'm sure you will love being rocked in it. It's a nice cherry brown color with a fern colored fabric. I can't wait for it to come and for us to set it up.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Even though it may seem like we have done so much already, I know there is still a few things to do to get things ready. Your Auntie Mandie and I are going shopping at Buy Buy Baby tomorrow to get you some other necessities. I'm waiting for the wood letters I special ordered to come in the mail to hang up on the wall. Also, once you are born, the professional photographer will come and take newborn pictures of you. I plan to put up those pictures of you and some from my maternity shoot up on the wall as decor. It will give it a nice and personal touch.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">I am officially 36 weeks pregnant and you have been baking in my belly for 9 months now. I'm so glad you have behaved all this time. I was so afraid you would come earlier than that just coz everyone keeps saying that my belly is dropping low already. I was thinking that maybe you can wait two more weeks and make it for Mama Mary's birthday on the 8th of September. That would be truly special...but really, I know you will come when you are ready. The day you decide to come with the most special day for us of course.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Before I forget, below are some pictures of your up and coming lil corner:</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSw7z_0kgFVctCJGv84H7x_EMxs7cgFbYN2erX1aPC4BX16yK7-MdBX4tcNLg9tU86ImwHYgvBqs4fs1DkPJHVynvfKPaqCruXSDKR8Vd54QTGCbcPrZRXJOIA1zKVoptq5mEPc1P9oUM/s1600-h/IMG_7088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSw7z_0kgFVctCJGv84H7x_EMxs7cgFbYN2erX1aPC4BX16yK7-MdBX4tcNLg9tU86ImwHYgvBqs4fs1DkPJHVynvfKPaqCruXSDKR8Vd54QTGCbcPrZRXJOIA1zKVoptq5mEPc1P9oUM/s400/IMG_7088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374037895815441698" border="0" /></a> Your lil Corner in our room with no furniture yet : )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAtb-mdslULYXPABZh6OMdatBmeFc9-2YtA-KSCBVWdoKiBuLkmDduGOLUd6fccx8oz4SpEKJZE4qgGOTTzxAsL-uLx1dcJ6ST2aE8ZZ_K23d7HXR1Xh3ydyTae7zA5ujePekGDF_eAU/s1600-h/IMG_7091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEAtb-mdslULYXPABZh6OMdatBmeFc9-2YtA-KSCBVWdoKiBuLkmDduGOLUd6fccx8oz4SpEKJZE4qgGOTTzxAsL-uLx1dcJ6ST2aE8ZZ_K23d7HXR1Xh3ydyTae7zA5ujePekGDF_eAU/s400/IMG_7091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374038434921123618" border="0" /></a>Another side of your corner with the dresser, lamp, and little book shelf. As you can see, your Papsi's books took over half of your shelf already.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORwx5LNJmtoBOJXR3FVuo91INYRTMZdJxAD6-xdtwrryvNjzYQ9pAfox7HKSXPbKaMvNlpncwyLJKrgJjEUUDA30cVVpuWkLt_YR6non_9iGxc81yrWGt0bncVta_Vnr3rOvpboGzIoM/s1600-h/IMG_7092.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiORwx5LNJmtoBOJXR3FVuo91INYRTMZdJxAD6-xdtwrryvNjzYQ9pAfox7HKSXPbKaMvNlpncwyLJKrgJjEUUDA30cVVpuWkLt_YR6non_9iGxc81yrWGt0bncVta_Vnr3rOvpboGzIoM/s400/IMG_7092.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374038931283346002" border="0" /></a>Another shot with the lamp off this time.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qUAs7VYjbaKGkbR-es5ikQzA1ZGmp037azwm0ygfuiLkx4E-8KG3iJ8895MljlA1DIisCTz572conFlB3XwLsTAyk5glUIMBoFHNJ-vNe9T1XcT5qttT8AD6Wgxhgsym7cxDEWLPKrg/s1600-h/IMG_7093.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5qUAs7VYjbaKGkbR-es5ikQzA1ZGmp037azwm0ygfuiLkx4E-8KG3iJ8895MljlA1DIisCTz572conFlB3XwLsTAyk5glUIMBoFHNJ-vNe9T1XcT5qttT8AD6Wgxhgsym7cxDEWLPKrg/s400/IMG_7093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374039161974136450" border="0" /></a>Your beautiful crib with no sheets yet.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5g4zrRiJ2QJe-5odPbIyD2G_11-1tq-QF7GeI8jzKoBEZi1KlSSILnrviKN50yK249S-kJKiURXbIVtroSIgKtAlSStcHCxS-Oo81fpFKo1VojH8rEZ3axxUHE_hjg7kAbLQky3KLVyo/s1600-h/IMG_7094.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg5g4zrRiJ2QJe-5odPbIyD2G_11-1tq-QF7GeI8jzKoBEZi1KlSSILnrviKN50yK249S-kJKiURXbIVtroSIgKtAlSStcHCxS-Oo81fpFKo1VojH8rEZ3axxUHE_hjg7kAbLQky3KLVyo/s400/IMG_7094.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374039350800853618" border="0" /></a>Your mini arms reach bassinet from U. Soy Sauce and U. Vic-Thanks so much you both, you saved my life : )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkBZPXhY1cqgsSZe-l1-COxnLemmXYFrz1ceKISKwAhdpVmagLRvlpTbTyFpBsU0RWUjqAtxFQ_lvf7GS35VMw0G6TBGH1vcDELkGMgMSNtF8M9rba9cSTLWo7iO0nu1YJVQWf89Ps30/s1600-h/IMG_7096.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjbkBZPXhY1cqgsSZe-l1-COxnLemmXYFrz1ceKISKwAhdpVmagLRvlpTbTyFpBsU0RWUjqAtxFQ_lvf7GS35VMw0G6TBGH1vcDELkGMgMSNtF8M9rba9cSTLWo7iO0nu1YJVQWf89Ps30/s400/IMG_7096.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374040511557564114" border="0" /></a>Your lil bookshelf that doesn't really match color wise with your corner but useful at this time. We have a Bose player that your Papsi bought a few years back. Now it can be put to good use for sure. I'm going to be playing you a lot of music. Also, I'm going to be reading you many books. I have two purple photo albums waiting to be filled with your pictures already, and a red binder compiled with all the papers/info from my pregnancy and you. I like to keep things organized so the next time we go through this, I can refer back to it.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlhPLP6zQXZs8_tw89Gjq_-0b8jvxdFWPeNd3c1C8AoOYfxkcKPR97RWbWsWVB4w6SvhDXDnla1odbzIT52kvKIP0REUheU6quLTP043nGRaPf03GMPQ_hDr3oZJvqxtgxjjn7RfxCqI/s1600-h/IMG_7097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnlhPLP6zQXZs8_tw89Gjq_-0b8jvxdFWPeNd3c1C8AoOYfxkcKPR97RWbWsWVB4w6SvhDXDnla1odbzIT52kvKIP0REUheU6quLTP043nGRaPf03GMPQ_hDr3oZJvqxtgxjjn7RfxCqI/s400/IMG_7097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374041719441867394" border="0" /></a>The cute lamp shade we got at Ikea to match your crib set.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEtRm4DvHuoBw79Or2WwRkrcA1JGlPLtya3_DchYwXJHH-Vfb9hdv32R7ZDc3YrQnmiWtUQbLIwvJvzakV_P3utUTTyty0uReC65gPGxq4EZgqF1jBQEzDy0QgUEIj1GA0QlWI1itijo/s1600-h/IMG_7098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIEtRm4DvHuoBw79Or2WwRkrcA1JGlPLtya3_DchYwXJHH-Vfb9hdv32R7ZDc3YrQnmiWtUQbLIwvJvzakV_P3utUTTyty0uReC65gPGxq4EZgqF1jBQEzDy0QgUEIj1GA0QlWI1itijo/s400/IMG_7098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5374041944305875682" border="0" /></a>Another picture of the lamp shade not lighted up. I just love it...it's sooo cute and totally matches your Brooke Nursery Bedding : )<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Ok my lil princess, this is all for now. I will be writing to you again real soon and keep you updated on your/my pregnancy progress. </span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">We love you so dearly and really cannot wait to hold you in our arms. Your Papsi rubs my belly every night to help me go to sleep and you just love it when he rubs my belly because you move like crazy. He cannot wait to hold you and give you tons of kisses.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Yours always,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">Mami</span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-44614354346778667072009-07-23T18:28:00.014-04:002009-07-23T19:10:15.054-04:00Baby Shower<span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">My Dearest Baby Kimi,</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br /><br />Guess what? Since we are naming your Kiyomi, I came up with the nickname Kimi (first and last two letters of Kiyomi). Everyone loves it too and it's easy to say and spell. I hope you like it. Your grammy Lim is always calling you Kimi and no longer Bootsie. I will always have Bootsie close to my heart though because it was one of the first names we called you when I got pregnant.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I am writing you this letter to tell you about the awesome baby shower I had. It was on the 11th of July, 2009. We had it at the Sully Station Community Center and Pool near our house from 3-8pm in the evening. I had a friend of Tita Stella's named Ruby cater yummy Filipino food and dessert. Everyone loved it so much. Just so you can imagine, we had Beef and Chicken Empanadas, Chicken and Pork filipino BBQ on the stick with a sweet and spicy sauce, Lumpiang Shanghai, Pancit Palabok, Pancit Bihon, Lechon Kawali, and Beef Mechado with steamed rice. For dessert, we had Turon, Brazo de Mercedes, Leche Flan, Sans Rival, and a White and Milk chocolate mousse cake. Seriously, the food was to die for. We had it for merienda, dinner, midnight snack, and some for lunch the next day.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br /><br />The baby shower itself was a great event but it was so much fun because we made it a weekend event. Many of our friends from out of town came just to see me pregnant and wanting to rub my belly. Really, you are so lucky because so many people love you so much already and you are still in my tummy.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"> The people that came from out of town included, Joan & John, Fatima, Nicola, Tj & Vic, Aisha, Sara, Maureen, Jen, Joseph, Yan, Akari & Wan Chen, etc. Then, many of our friends from here came to the shower also. We started partying from Friday all the way till Sunday. Really, I felt so loved because of all that came to celebrate "You & Me." Everyone cannot wait to meet you already and are planning to come back once you are born.</span> <span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"><br /><br />I'm posting pictures below so you can see what happened throughout the weekend.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY22PzVf1yHPsLjwtzYPXALY2jhb227OGxoywtDsGnA_sLNPOMF8nyaXXGQpqTPjs8mxTwOP6P3MEYaZ-6MLTX8Xp5zS0JZrfw98mpK3Z4rykYLGWLqpL6qhWX05hffXJ_vvHZuABTfy0/s1600-h/IMG_7091.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhY22PzVf1yHPsLjwtzYPXALY2jhb227OGxoywtDsGnA_sLNPOMF8nyaXXGQpqTPjs8mxTwOP6P3MEYaZ-6MLTX8Xp5zS0JZrfw98mpK3Z4rykYLGWLqpL6qhWX05hffXJ_vvHZuABTfy0/s320/IMG_7091.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361789934813151986" border="0" /></a>Fixing baby shower party favors on Thursday evening at our house: From left to right Joan, Mandie, Me, and Nicola.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY3UvHPronzQAXWgvpjE3RYYQ6gHG4nKvxmP1Q6nxTdmkf3F6bs5AZ2y62uc4_iQn2m1tPT5jzQW2gl-E4ZvNLRQRpfwlUZTmfuiy7kuktGR_MhB1_a6i4s5n9-lH5lI5j50T8STyJyA/s1600-h/DSCN0368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhIY3UvHPronzQAXWgvpjE3RYYQ6gHG4nKvxmP1Q6nxTdmkf3F6bs5AZ2y62uc4_iQn2m1tPT5jzQW2gl-E4ZvNLRQRpfwlUZTmfuiy7kuktGR_MhB1_a6i4s5n9-lH5lI5j50T8STyJyA/s320/DSCN0368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361790790860041314" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjCAs5PbP2nj2AyjvEDh0Ok-xFh5G5vir5Wwt23sHwNxyp4fmJz01O_JAMN_kO1T0rd-c3EgAt57Wnd_-7e8x2940aDPYLLF85vX-xWhVDxIJgktoCqiIFKvI1_wPc6x-_fdrpu7EZqU/s1600-h/DSCN0370.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCjCAs5PbP2nj2AyjvEDh0Ok-xFh5G5vir5Wwt23sHwNxyp4fmJz01O_JAMN_kO1T0rd-c3EgAt57Wnd_-7e8x2940aDPYLLF85vX-xWhVDxIJgktoCqiIFKvI1_wPc6x-_fdrpu7EZqU/s320/DSCN0370.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361791230718267026" border="0" /></a>Friday morning after a hearty American breakfast. Waiting to go have our nails done at Allure Salon & Spa with the girlies.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_nHZDpFlKA17sumW0QRpjQa0JPRvvFTQXZ0pLXg3t66Ddk5hO02YkkjatZeUvp4_-OLvOwc_yCBvLZQIz3ISwL8Q4i4j0dA733QtF5YZMYJnOyMs4IjKebNhxj6DhX9hFjJE7oL_tyo/s1600-h/DSCN0377.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhL_nHZDpFlKA17sumW0QRpjQa0JPRvvFTQXZ0pLXg3t66Ddk5hO02YkkjatZeUvp4_-OLvOwc_yCBvLZQIz3ISwL8Q4i4j0dA733QtF5YZMYJnOyMs4IjKebNhxj6DhX9hFjJE7oL_tyo/s320/DSCN0377.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361791546711649170" border="0" /></a>At the nail place getting pampered!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9GaLDHaC7YIVQ4VXlcHBH9S1fjAroVY7saZ4tCzYNKoXcTDWeuoR_q-8awboWtN3ynE6obldnkZroKKE1v2M8SqKVwougDyd8JnUvOtkRdfryakFMFrJHlP-GYqa6J60ERbyVae1P1I/s1600-h/DSCN0397.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjB9GaLDHaC7YIVQ4VXlcHBH9S1fjAroVY7saZ4tCzYNKoXcTDWeuoR_q-8awboWtN3ynE6obldnkZroKKE1v2M8SqKVwougDyd8JnUvOtkRdfryakFMFrJHlP-GYqa6J60ERbyVae1P1I/s320/DSCN0397.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361792128886286050" border="0" /></a>After a yummy dinner at Burara Thai Restaurant in Reston Town Center with Fatima and Nicola.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMYpA8-9g4ZEPeLamivCZquo-_HdOVxahxpa_ELuqAAcIZ9L21zvppDnUrX8QiyPuXfKZUvUAGtVoa7ziuBcM3xsvNLSrjaYin6spKUaSB-wfmMGIQH36lGx3neP76L5_k429d9ARwlk/s1600-h/IMG_7098.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYMYpA8-9g4ZEPeLamivCZquo-_HdOVxahxpa_ELuqAAcIZ9L21zvppDnUrX8QiyPuXfKZUvUAGtVoa7ziuBcM3xsvNLSrjaYin6spKUaSB-wfmMGIQH36lGx3neP76L5_k429d9ARwlk/s320/IMG_7098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361792600023144610" border="0" /></a>The real partying starts that night at our house. Your Papsi Daddy is the champion Alcoholic Drink maker...as you can see, your Mama is being good and doesn't have a drink in her hand : )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU7dzV3QGFWRaG0Rqm1hPivPhuhmfIt4YamQjGUxJoXHs84ODj-nILhWimNBSONmpokLRLYHW6-SC8bUmwEvgdjeWI9Bsy24DjmxazggJLQM5b4e19pfxr3A2ZUjvAU2VbD1AYyGSnsA/s1600-h/IMG_7116.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkU7dzV3QGFWRaG0Rqm1hPivPhuhmfIt4YamQjGUxJoXHs84ODj-nILhWimNBSONmpokLRLYHW6-SC8bUmwEvgdjeWI9Bsy24DjmxazggJLQM5b4e19pfxr3A2ZUjvAU2VbD1AYyGSnsA/s320/IMG_7116.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361793167521110850" border="0" /></a>At the baby shower on Saturday with your Auntie Mandie and my twin sister. Do we look alike? Not too much anymore because I'm pregnant with a belly and wearing flats so I look so short beside her! : )<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs00NF_oiLInXr647jhK7BgGrVZ00czq4AE8phm_74gv3roiRWg9-McFd8BCtknhdTGpzwniO3JCSQjr9X7TzZ8MnNHYVygWgOPLhzKdjD30GP9kbG3arDj5cgQUL892gUafpMID-cntE/s1600-h/DSCN0426.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgs00NF_oiLInXr647jhK7BgGrVZ00czq4AE8phm_74gv3roiRWg9-McFd8BCtknhdTGpzwniO3JCSQjr9X7TzZ8MnNHYVygWgOPLhzKdjD30GP9kbG3arDj5cgQUL892gUafpMID-cntE/s320/DSCN0426.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794086012588290" border="0" /></a>Girlfriends at the shower from left to right: Anna, Amy, Me, Aisha, Nicola, and Mandie<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAZlWSjgdqvkRqQ-vkqKfCUiRhfwSy5gLg_-J_-Pg5ylJDHaV86P56PZhbYa0evWU47Xy9WlKlKfA_g1R-SuQwl38GjHisbTGG9lDAtkqaiie7-LKgi9JXVUoJW_EbO2TNhppCnIjCJY/s1600-h/IMG_7230.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieAZlWSjgdqvkRqQ-vkqKfCUiRhfwSy5gLg_-J_-Pg5ylJDHaV86P56PZhbYa0evWU47Xy9WlKlKfA_g1R-SuQwl38GjHisbTGG9lDAtkqaiie7-LKgi9JXVUoJW_EbO2TNhppCnIjCJY/s320/IMG_7230.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361794851024218914" border="0" /></a>Being silly with a very good friend Kimmie. She is sooo happy that you have both have similar nicknames.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqNDNYliosJMuTMjfkWnoUK7GeNbDo5WygngAoUHcrF5p0PODJMhPKwjr2QHIvziKbSh9TkNAPMYvJ5OrlA55UaDwF_i3wejqlJnzZ4valHCR6pDKeThAeiFGL1vZ7suP-5Tp3xfqCGY/s1600-h/IMG_7143.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizqNDNYliosJMuTMjfkWnoUK7GeNbDo5WygngAoUHcrF5p0PODJMhPKwjr2QHIvziKbSh9TkNAPMYvJ5OrlA55UaDwF_i3wejqlJnzZ4valHCR6pDKeThAeiFGL1vZ7suP-5Tp3xfqCGY/s320/IMG_7143.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361795227471538098" border="0" /></a>Your Daddy and I so excited to get such a creative gift from Paul & Mimi: A beautifully hand made diaper cake.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D755SukQbjX0WfSIz3x1-w_VvyftQRbQG_f26ss7Y-vHmXQolTOl0tj8StcGOBe8BLtdWZmWNGL1Fac2apO2rR0JiZR0rkGXU_qpWJ3ooy2P4oVGJo2i2y-BvX-nznX-nImtTpcPYSU/s1600-h/IMG_7234.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8D755SukQbjX0WfSIz3x1-w_VvyftQRbQG_f26ss7Y-vHmXQolTOl0tj8StcGOBe8BLtdWZmWNGL1Fac2apO2rR0JiZR0rkGXU_qpWJ3ooy2P4oVGJo2i2y-BvX-nznX-nImtTpcPYSU/s320/IMG_7234.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361795639542062242" border="0" /></a>The after party at our house. It was one crazy and memorable night. Everyone was so happy eating, drinking, singing Karaoke with Singstar, and just hanging out.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_x8p_AvWRxMMPTavYQeqEZ6uZwI-Av8psL3ryyTMaGCUPkPdr9sqdXr2aOzFP5EP4DOSlcJ5z2Y4MULQLUNTKtmuwIPuHO9ms8XZOXtSHqL1c1qT9UK5P4A84msUMeEsCeEZ5TdQSWY/s1600-h/IMG_7240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhl_x8p_AvWRxMMPTavYQeqEZ6uZwI-Av8psL3ryyTMaGCUPkPdr9sqdXr2aOzFP5EP4DOSlcJ5z2Y4MULQLUNTKtmuwIPuHO9ms8XZOXtSHqL1c1qT9UK5P4A84msUMeEsCeEZ5TdQSWY/s320/IMG_7240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361796108637684210" border="0" /></a>The girlies again from left to right: Mandie, Aisha, Me, Kimmie, Nicola, and Joan. Bestest girlfriends ever. Your Auntie Fatima is out of sight. She was prolly singing Karaoke or doing pictures : )<br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Ok, enough pictures for now. I have tons of them still that I'll shower you one day.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I cannot wait for you to meet all these wonderful people who love you already.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">I have to go now baby...time to make dinner for your Papsi and also for you. I need to feed you!</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Love you always,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);">Your Mama</span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-69274699549614813702009-07-23T18:05:00.002-04:002009-07-23T18:27:27.904-04:00Kiyomi Marie Kubota<span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);">My Dearest Bootsie,</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> I know, I know! I have been such a bad mommy for not writing to you for almost 2 months. So many things have been happening this past two months that I practically forgot I have a blog where I write you letters.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> I have been taking a research class this summer which consumes most of my time besides my full time job. As you can see, since you are still in my belly, I can easily neglect you which is really not something I am proud of.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Your Papsi and I have finally decided on your name. I hope you will like it and that it will suit your pretty little face. Your official full name will be Kiyomi Marie Lim Kubota. To make things easier for paper work sake, we will only put Kiyomi Marie Kubota and leave out the Lim.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> The name "Kiyomi" basically means beautifully pristine or beauty of the noble generation depending on the Japanese characters we use. We have not decided on that yet since we are waiting for your grandpa Kubota to get a name book in Japan and come up with the characters.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> The name Kiyomi was actually given to me by your Auntie Fatima, who is one of my best buddies from college. We call each other "sisters" because we are actually that close. She gave me the idea for your name and I fell in love with it the moment I heard about it. Since then, nothing has been better.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> We decided on "Marie" as your middle name because your great grandma Mary wanted something with Mary as part of your name to honor the Blessed Mother. I did not like the way Kiyomi Mary sounded so I said...why not Kiyomi Marie instead. Plus, my middle name is Marie also, so now we both have something in common. It makes me feel closer to you since Kiyomi is already Japanese and something in common with your Papsi Daddy.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> I hope you will like the name because it's sooo unique and precious. Everyone who hears the name loves it so much. Your Auntie Sammi who lives in Vancouver said that it sounds like a royalty name and suiting for a princess...which you are to us : )</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> You are now 31 weeks in my belly. You have been kicking a lot which I really enjoy because it's my way of interacting with you. I have to say though that you are such a good girl because whenever I'm ready to go to sleep, all I have to do is rub my belly and tell you to sleep because your Mommy is ready to sleep, and you listen! I sleep so well because either you are sleeping also or your kicking doesn't bother me. I hope you will be good too once you come out and listen to me : ). When your Daddy tells me stories of his childhood, I get a little scared because he was such a naughty child. I hope you don't get those genes from him...hehehe : )</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Ok, I'm going to write you another letter about the baby shower because it was such a great event.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Love you lots my little darling, 9 more weeks until I see you. I surely can't wait.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Always,</span><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"> Your loving Mama</span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-36011810470406030342009-05-29T19:37:00.003-04:002009-05-29T23:41:07.172-04:00Butterfly flutters, Tickles, and Kicks<span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);">My dearest Baby Boots,<br /><br /> Almost 3 weeks have passed and I have not written you a letter. This is as usual, long due.<br /><br /> The last 2-3 weeks have been busy and exciting for me. When you were 20 weeks and 4 days, I went to Myrtle Beach, SC together with your Daddy, Uncle Tophe, Auntie Mandie, and Uncle Andre. We met up with your Uncle Soy Sauce & Uncle Pinky. We stayed at the Sheraton Broadway Plantation Resort which was sooo beautiful and relaxing. We had a great time down there and I cannot wait to bring you down there once you come into this world. The weather was beautiful...sunny but breezy. We were able to relax at the pool and I got to show you off in my belly wearing a bikini. We also went clothes shopping for you for the first time. Everyone in the family went insane shopping at the Carter's Outlet for you because they had sooo many cute and beautiful girl baby clothes. I cannot wait to see you in them. I think you are going to look so adorable! It was also such a special weekend for me because it was Mother's Day on Sunday. I was able to celebrate it because of you. I know I'm not technically a mother yet because you are still in my belly, but I'm a proud mother to be. We had dinner at this really yummy Japanese Steak House and everyone kept looking at me because I was glowing and beaming : ).<br /><br /> Before I keep babbling, the title of this blog is about you moving around in my belly. Since you were about 16 weeks, I would start to feel these little butterfly like flutters in my belly. At first I wasn't sure what they were exactly but I later figured that it was you moving around in my stomach. You would especially do it after I had dinner in the evening while I was relaxing on the couch with your dear ol' Daddy-o. It was such a fun feeling. Then, around week 20 or so, I started to feel more movement. Whenever you would kick, it would tickle me so much and I would laugh so hard that your Daddy would wonder what was going on with me. It was a sensation I was not used to. As week 21 rolled around, your kicks became stronger and everyone was super excited to feel you kick. Funny thing was, you would only kick when I would ask you to or when I would put my hands on my belly. Whenever your Daddy put his big warm hands on my belly, you would instantly stop. It was almost like you were playing a game with him.<br /><br /> I remember one night while we were in Myrtle Beach playing poker, I realized that I hadn't felt you kick all day. I got a little worried and decided to lie down on the couch. There was music playing in the background and I started to sing along with it and dance a bit while laying on the couch...then all of a sudden...Bam! You started kicking like crazy. It was such a happy moment for me. I know some people say they do not enjoy when their babies kick in their belly...but honestly, I enjoy it a lot. It's my way of conversing with you and knowing that you are doing ok.<br /><br /> The day you turned 22weeks, I remember waking up in the morning and realized that I hadn't felt you kick all night and morning. I woke up and started to tear up because I was worried about you. I had a rough time at work the day before and started to have pain in my belly so I thought maybe something had happened to you. It was silly but I guess it's also because of all the maternal hormones in me. I went to the doctor that day for your check up and as soon as I heard your heart beating with the doppler, I was relieved! Phew!<br /><br /> Now that you are 23 weeks, your kicks are getting stronger. They still tickle me sometimes but I'm getting used to you doing it. You love to do it especially at night when I'm laying down in bed around 10:30 or so. It's almost like you are saying good night to me : ) Also, you have been kicking for your Daddy now. Your Uncle Tophe felt you kick a few days ago and he was soo excited. Your Auntie Mandie has yet to feel you kick. Maybe one of these days when she is not so busy.<br /><br /> Anyway, we are in the process of getting your little nursery corner ready. Your daddy and I have been fixing and cleaning up the room like crazy. We have also gone to two stores to register for you already. It's fun and exciting at the same time.<br /><br /> I am counting down the days till you come. I will be 6 months next tuesday. 3 more months and you will be in our arms.<br /><br /> Sorry that I have to cut this letter short but I'm cooking dinner for your Daddy and your Uncle Tophe right now.<br /><br /> Just want you to know that I love you dearly and await your coming patiently.<br /><br /> With love always,<br /> Your Mama<br /></span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-30650066824749317762009-05-05T15:48:00.008-04:002009-05-05T16:03:29.033-04:00My growing belly<span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Dearest Princess Bootsie,<br /><br />Here are 4 pictures of my growing belly. I try very hard to take one picture of you in my belly once a month.<br /><br />Your are a tiny peanut in my belly at 5 weeks 0 days:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cC6x-btT8H-We8Ks7F4AYpsmyfHmA2khLrNZkjzMmYX7C6dbITxBYdU8lUDeKTMhtBLXTxPZEWV4cVqOsRbxAqyvrTDM7pc6Wxs71-9SwnWI4WAUi1F3GfpcXHH1WmF8NlhZAX49VHg/s1600-h/5w0d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg6cC6x-btT8H-We8Ks7F4AYpsmyfHmA2khLrNZkjzMmYX7C6dbITxBYdU8lUDeKTMhtBLXTxPZEWV4cVqOsRbxAqyvrTDM7pc6Wxs71-9SwnWI4WAUi1F3GfpcXHH1WmF8NlhZAX49VHg/s400/5w0d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332429846911388690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">A large plum at 12 weeks and 5 days:<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIgUTaxSoaWQ2MWbLBBpZGfuTovZP6I3Tq_vK9quiFGeUmDoMtUdAVRcPFMKuSYYTq5kP32jz1utdjxcMzerBfaybIYs5vhKx5OpbadmWbIHdGRCZxZZLZZW8JuFQXK-vLgB65q-tgOg/s1600-h/12w5d+belly.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhGIgUTaxSoaWQ2MWbLBBpZGfuTovZP6I3Tq_vK9quiFGeUmDoMtUdAVRcPFMKuSYYTq5kP32jz1utdjxcMzerBfaybIYs5vhKx5OpbadmWbIHdGRCZxZZLZZW8JuFQXK-vLgB65q-tgOg/s400/12w5d+belly.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332432412400329218" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEElqh05UtgRG3PbufqXfe9AySgTodnzfi9fHlVerxwh49WjWe5Ovu3aBz6Zgcwm_y1n7lMMWLqYdqdoMxHEgSotVQzWA7iaC1RIl-JKeeptB5K_a4NsYeHVZmi3OyCzBqVJeEylrCEo/s1600-h/12w5d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjPEElqh05UtgRG3PbufqXfe9AySgTodnzfi9fHlVerxwh49WjWe5Ovu3aBz6Zgcwm_y1n7lMMWLqYdqdoMxHEgSotVQzWA7iaC1RIl-JKeeptB5K_a4NsYeHVZmi3OyCzBqVJeEylrCEo/s400/12w5d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332432329910414498" border="0" /></a><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br />A 3-5 ounce mango at 16 weeks and 3 days:<br /></span><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXSNZrS3pMxkM1O__C6umW0BM2u7m7qMekNIVlnWPnHIrpveYcMo2QYbuQaaodFbBf1q8gD_Wd9a3fiXlnCHlXux4-swnCmCg-kyyivWp79YIV1pwlGpNpyoCJIYStuAStYVKTjFNuJs/s1600-h/16w3d.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUXSNZrS3pMxkM1O__C6umW0BM2u7m7qMekNIVlnWPnHIrpveYcMo2QYbuQaaodFbBf1q8gD_Wd9a3fiXlnCHlXux4-swnCmCg-kyyivWp79YIV1pwlGpNpyoCJIYStuAStYVKTjFNuJs/s400/16w3d.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332431466146941282" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);">Love always,<br />Your Mommy<br /></span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-26311160758781320272009-05-05T14:42:00.011-04:002009-05-05T15:46:14.904-04:00What is your Flavor???<span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">My dearest Boots,<br /><br />Happy 20 weeks today!!! I cannot believe how quick time has come and gone. I am halfway through my pregnancy already. In 18-20 weeks, we will be seeing you face to face for the first time. I cannot wait for that day to come. But, we have to be patient for now and have you grow in my belly. We don't want you coming out too early either because we want to be to fully healthy and developed.<br /><br />The reason I'm writing you today is because I have to tell you something exciting. Last week, when you were 19 weeks, we went to have a level 2 sonogram of you. It's called an anatomical scan which looks at your growing anatomy to make sure everything is growing the right way. Also, it is the time when we would be able to find out your FLAVOR!!! From the color of the font of this letter, it is obvious what sex you turned out to be : )<br /><br />I have to say that finding out your flavor was one of the funnest and memorable times I've had with you and your dad so far. I was very nervous the night before and did not sleep too well because I was anxious to find out if you were growing normally. Your dad skipped work in the morning to come with me because there was no way he was going to miss the big event.<br /><br /> This picture below is me looking all nervous while waiting for the sonogram.<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1BvFn63x7Hvqd-g_9wx2-AQB0knxkrcHzu1DaOzAtgmrE5WZdvAmaz05Mff8HobK5GLrTdBp_VMwBj78MY0RRujptJeDN2L9xIBE7O3oo2cZ9s6NDrVURwntAfCqB0ZruLA6JJ29Hqw/s1600-h/IMG_6978.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgM1BvFn63x7Hvqd-g_9wx2-AQB0knxkrcHzu1DaOzAtgmrE5WZdvAmaz05Mff8HobK5GLrTdBp_VMwBj78MY0RRujptJeDN2L9xIBE7O3oo2cZ9s6NDrVURwntAfCqB0ZruLA6JJ29Hqw/s320/IMG_6978.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332418845467302578" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> Check out your cheesy Daddy who is uber excited to find out if you are a boy or girl<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2ACwryZ2NpfKg2QNQBtd-4oQ8I3dlfLf58sLxdsyNdlHbNj4Fyc52NLw6npsctqvDS-S8UnHf4BN9mXo22nTJBv_gEe5AtMFPD63GkA27HaROu2JYvmzI2ycnG59r9bzJPNXDC9aEug/s1600-h/IMG_6979.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjH2ACwryZ2NpfKg2QNQBtd-4oQ8I3dlfLf58sLxdsyNdlHbNj4Fyc52NLw6npsctqvDS-S8UnHf4BN9mXo22nTJBv_gEe5AtMFPD63GkA27HaROu2JYvmzI2ycnG59r9bzJPNXDC9aEug/s320/IMG_6979.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332419289105284770" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><br />Before we found out your flavor, the ultrasound tech checked all your different organs and body parts to make sure everything was growing normally. It was such a relief every time she told us that your organs were looking good. It was sooo exciting to see you on a monitor for the second time. I could not believe how big you have become. Your little hands and feet were so adorable. You definitely did not make it easy for the tech to find out your flavor. Initially, she said you were sleeping because you were not really moving and all curled up. Eventually, she started to shake my belly a little to try and wake you. Once you woke, you were so modest and shy and kept your little legs all crossed and would not show us your private parts. The tech said you were doing YOGA in my belly. It was so funny to hear her say that.<br /><br />After a good 40 minutes, the tech got quiet all of a sudden and I knew she was trying hard to find out if you were a boy or girl. I have to say that she is very talented because it sure was not easy to find. All of a sudden, she looks at your Daddy and I and announces that you are "A GIRL!" We were both quiet initially because we were not sure how to react. I asked how she knew you were a girl and she said that she found your labia (female genitalia). I wanted her to be sure before I celebrated. I look to your Daddy and he had tears in his eyes. Not because he was sad, but because he was happy to be having a little Princess!!!<br /><br />All this time, I kept thinking you were a boy just because so many people said they thought you were one and I didn't feel pretty early on during my pregnancy. Your Daddy said he was hoping for a boy, but somehow knew deep down inside that you were going to be a girl. He said that I was looking prettier by the day. Please don't think that we were at all disappointed. Regardless of a boy or girl, we were happy just to have a normal baby. People always have certain expectations just because we are human. Silently, I was elated. I would have the girl I always dreamed of having. I was already thinking of all the pretty dresses you would wear and how Tita Mandie would braid your hair so beautifully.<br /><br />I txted your Grammy immediately because it was her birthday and she was with the family in Manila. I wanted them all to know the great news. She txted me back saying that finding out you were a girl was the best birthday present she had. She wanted you to be a girl all along : )<br /><br />That night, as I lay in bed, I looked towards your Daddy and said that you will have a new nickname: Princess Boots! He looked at me, laughed so hard, and said "I'm a dead man." He will now have two women in his life. How lucky he is huh?!!! Also, since you turned out to be a girl, your dad decided that it would be cuter for you to call him "DADDY" vs. "PAPA" I am pretty sure that as soon as your dad sees you, he will fall in love all over again and you will be "Daddy's girl." I long to see you and your daddy together. I think it would be such a beautiful sight and one I would never forget. Your Daddy also made a confession that night. He said that even if he ended up with 4 daughters, he would be happy : )<br /><br />Before I end this letter, I'm posting some of your sonogram pics that were taken that day below.<br /><br /> Your beautiful profile picture, cute feet, and a hand:<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiopByLcXv_bz7yk1yrJH_60nO8ErnuBXn1LaztGX33KrSN1EWjptrDInBoqimNqGkgBEuUaNnUhwyqyXHA7QcPgXT2pj9XVzgoqkYe-OrGZiI3H46NnHJVZn8U8KtS4yvEkmNpCXKJl8/s1600-h/Profile+2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiopByLcXv_bz7yk1yrJH_60nO8ErnuBXn1LaztGX33KrSN1EWjptrDInBoqimNqGkgBEuUaNnUhwyqyXHA7QcPgXT2pj9XVzgoqkYe-OrGZiI3H46NnHJVZn8U8KtS4yvEkmNpCXKJl8/s320/Profile+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332424307179406642" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgGbBk2ghmNf9bjs1GHeUnXqv7smlbngU9vXuSEnExAxBjYV0SEQH7VBbysdU_KFUxAotmsdIO324VsIQ8sKbzzpYwkK1sfa6eAjwHznjBJ9UoGslGVMgBdC3E1lNvzbgvJ4cllJrDHs/s1600-h/Foot.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtgGbBk2ghmNf9bjs1GHeUnXqv7smlbngU9vXuSEnExAxBjYV0SEQH7VBbysdU_KFUxAotmsdIO324VsIQ8sKbzzpYwkK1sfa6eAjwHznjBJ9UoGslGVMgBdC3E1lNvzbgvJ4cllJrDHs/s320/Foot.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332424526053070194" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0q1ocEMhXgFKJseA0tGKJ1cvr05Bwz0ue2UsIi94QNYkWoskKkp68eORdYZAfEJhy4ireI_Jkn6db_IeUAZBSk8Gt3mh_pHYJV9IMXirVxxnSsjC39RgjBKEsx29n949ocKv09kCBkU/s1600-h/Hand.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgo0q1ocEMhXgFKJseA0tGKJ1cvr05Bwz0ue2UsIi94QNYkWoskKkp68eORdYZAfEJhy4ireI_Jkn6db_IeUAZBSk8Gt3mh_pHYJV9IMXirVxxnSsjC39RgjBKEsx29n949ocKv09kCBkU/s320/Hand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332424656275601218" border="0" /></a> <span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> This next picture is of you at a Yoga position with your feet up all the way to your head.</span><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJEhBE2alHylMaPmzNvjN5N7_Ueg5U0YaE0nVdiYtyFNEP626cKOkCoDybBaGKNwu73xHNGtWifhifydqRxTziUcfxJx1lPhjcbq1l2kjUzHCnZL3PME7SMz4I3XkoEYj-HDRlJGhpWg/s1600-h/Feet+%26+Head.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhXJEhBE2alHylMaPmzNvjN5N7_Ueg5U0YaE0nVdiYtyFNEP626cKOkCoDybBaGKNwu73xHNGtWifhifydqRxTziUcfxJx1lPhjcbq1l2kjUzHCnZL3PME7SMz4I3XkoEYj-HDRlJGhpWg/s320/Feet+%26+Head.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332424794808852034" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"> You got Sexy legs GIRL!!!<br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AGwy-hPMAij26ftmbm_hrF_-gE9Ic3BBxQmwerrKErmRxJFBJZmfad-px4XOPrWa3tqOQG8QhuMPF_9PLKHjxIU3f6uxs1elgGgT6TmZy9qKWzmCDqgvgORVRp3yYDVUmIjuzfOs8Rk/s1600-h/Legs.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 242px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj2AGwy-hPMAij26ftmbm_hrF_-gE9Ic3BBxQmwerrKErmRxJFBJZmfad-px4XOPrWa3tqOQG8QhuMPF_9PLKHjxIU3f6uxs1elgGgT6TmZy9qKWzmCDqgvgORVRp3yYDVUmIjuzfOs8Rk/s320/Legs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332426000043309554" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Last but not least, the picture that told us your flavor : )<br /><br /></span></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tTFRSeUQAIJbA-0HgvxtoLLA8O5E4KsJIs24bOH_Dq9xqxCJXCgXV78XLXEuJkxP1KrM4JSO5oJO_6nW2ALWiKkdPTj6_304LDTS8BBKsr14v85OldybJYR5UK-gIuEYUpolFnuN-S4/s1600-h/It's+a+girl.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0tTFRSeUQAIJbA-0HgvxtoLLA8O5E4KsJIs24bOH_Dq9xqxCJXCgXV78XLXEuJkxP1KrM4JSO5oJO_6nW2ALWiKkdPTj6_304LDTS8BBKsr14v85OldybJYR5UK-gIuEYUpolFnuN-S4/s320/It's+a+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332426261012270594" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);">Okay Princess Bootsie, until next time again. Always remember that Mommy & Daddy love you very much.<br /><br /> Your Always,<br /> Mommy<br /></span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-7829272578576913362009-04-26T06:06:00.003-04:002009-04-26T06:27:08.497-04:00The origin of your nickname<span style="font-family:georgia;">Dear Baby Boots,</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> It's 6 in the morning on Sunday and I have just been furloughed from work, yehey! I was looking forward to spending a relaxing day with you and your daddy. It's supposed to go up to 90 degrees today and it's only April 26th. I'm happy though because I miss the heat so much.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> I was awake since 4 in the morning because I just couldn't sleep and you or my stomach started growling. After a few growls, I decided to be nice and ate a small bowl of rice and beef nilaga. Now that you and my stomach are satisfied, I decided to go online and write you a long due letter from the past few weeks.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> You are 18 weeks and 5 days as of today. I cannot believe how fast time has gone by. I am trying to cherish each moment that I have you in my belly. I know it's not easy to be pregnant and all because of all the changes one's body goes through, but I would not trade it for anything. Hopefully, I can share this experience with you one day and tell you how happy I am to be carrying you in me. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Before I keep blabbering on, let me tell you how your nickname Butiki came about and how it has evolved to Boots, and Bootsie : ).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Your great grandfather or Lolo Carmelo (my mom's father) was so eager to have a great grandchild as soon as your Papa and I were married in January of 2008. Everytime we spoke on the phone, he would ask us if we had a Butiki on the way. A Butiki is a small white lizard in our Filipino language. It's those little gecko looking things you will see on the walls when you are in a tropical climate like the Philippines. So, when I found out I was pregnant and having you, the first name that came to my head was Butiki because your grand Lolo mentioned it all the time. Your Papa and I thought it was a cute name and decided to call you that early on. Everyone in the family including your Grammy, Auntie Mandie, Uncle Tim, and Tophe thought it was a cute name to call you so it stuck ever since. Your Gramps wasn't too happy about it because he said Butiki sounded so little and that he was proud to say that you were not going to be little, but a giant baby instead : ).</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> From Butiki, came the name Boots. I was relaxing with your dad one day when the name just popped into my head. I thought it was a cute nickname for Butiki and have started to call you that since. We still call you Butiki sometimes, but Boots sounds sooo much cuter and people here in America can pronounce the word a lot easier that Butiki. Bootsie is my special nickname for you when I'm talking to you all by myself. I find myself talking to you a lot when I'm alone because I like to let you know what is going on around me and also, it doesn't make me as lonely.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> So there you go...now you know where your nickname came from. I have a feeling it's going to stick around even after you are born. You will always be my Boots!</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Love you dearly,</span><br /><span style="font-family:georgia;"> Your Mama</span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-43052530107100734292009-04-06T18:25:00.004-04:002009-04-06T19:14:03.934-04:00Conceived in AfricaMy Dearest Butiki,<br /><br /> You are about 15 weeks and 6 days in my belly as of today. Mommy has been meaning to write to you for a long time now to tell you all the adventures I have been going through for the past 15 weeks since you were conceived. I have been so busy and also kind of lazy that I never started it until today.<br /><br /> Before I tell you about the adventures I have been through, I want to tell you about the time you were conceived or "made" because it was a very special time for your Papa and I.<br /><br /> We traveled all the way to Uganda, Africa in late December to celebrate the wedding of your Auntie Joan and Uncle John. Together with us during that fun filled trip was your Auntie Mandie, Uncle Andre, Auntie Fatima, and Uncle Dan. It was such an exciting trip because never in our lives have we traveled to the continent of Africa. It was the first time we all step foot into such a foreign and exotic country.<br /><br /> The trip had many ups and downs because traveling is not always easy, but we had a good time nevertheless because we were with great company. We were there for about two weeks and stayed in the City of Entebbe. We also traveled to the capital city Kampala, went to see the source of the Nile River in Jinja, and saw exotic animals in a safari called Queen Elizabeth National Park in Mweya.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hcsnix55WXFLrS8erCfP34ByZxAtYDqPA5BYEv3GcQbPNmG4t5U91CQvZpwOAwVTy7_lNT4mGeZCEmyLxYQUb7edKX_BHhT-9wLfNlG4QguR29_j0YxJZ97eyczjeJ9vE6XbcpaPHcI/s1600-h/Map+of+Uganda.gif"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 111px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3hcsnix55WXFLrS8erCfP34ByZxAtYDqPA5BYEv3GcQbPNmG4t5U91CQvZpwOAwVTy7_lNT4mGeZCEmyLxYQUb7edKX_BHhT-9wLfNlG4QguR29_j0YxJZ97eyczjeJ9vE6XbcpaPHcI/s320/Map+of+Uganda.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321718275917215522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /> That trip to Africa was not only memorable because we were celebrating Auntie Joan and Uncle John's wedding, but also because your Papa and I were celebrating our 1 year wedding anniversary.<br /><br /> In the midst of all the celebration, your Papa and I conceived you. We can joyfully say that you were "Made in Africa!" When you do the math and all the calculations, the doctors say that you were conceived sometime around the new year December 30th 2008 to Jan 1st 2009 : ). What a great start for the new year for your Papa and I even though we did not know about you then. We found out about you two weeks after we got back from our trip.<br /><br /> I always tell my friends and close family that the best souvenir I brought back from Uganda was you. People joke about it that they bought many beautiful crafts and gifts from Africa, how come we get to bring home such a great souvenir of a little baby. I guess I have to say that we were lucky, or better yet, that God loves us so much he gave us YOU!<br /><br /> I have to say that you were not "planned." Your Papa and I did say that we were thinking of starting a family sometime in the year of 2009 but never actually planned on conceiving while I was traveling because I was taking malaria pills and didn't think it was safe for you. We were always open to anything God has planned for us and put him in control. He indeed was in control and gave us you, our little miracle. I can definitely say that you are the fruit of our love. Even though you were not in our plans, your Papa and I were overjoyed when we found out we were having you. You are indeed, the best souvenir we brought home from Africa.<br /><br /> Now, the trip to Uganda will not only be memorable because we celebrated a wedding and our 1st year anniversary, it will always be engraved in our hearts and memories because a great miracle happened while we were there, and we got to bring home YOU!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjLlcZd6PTZ2ZbwCH6IbBsDasJeGOv00g4XY8Ugr4EBnvxC5J3UXsNqGqr72gVV6VGjshE7LJni6lp3Bw0o9vEL75NZSv9Oq_kZmLU3QX6z6pJ9PO-v7htqI1bH6jf6aS7dz985PH_L0/s1600-h/8+week+sonogram+with+txt.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 236px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgrjLlcZd6PTZ2ZbwCH6IbBsDasJeGOv00g4XY8Ugr4EBnvxC5J3UXsNqGqr72gVV6VGjshE7LJni6lp3Bw0o9vEL75NZSv9Oq_kZmLU3QX6z6pJ9PO-v7htqI1bH6jf6aS7dz985PH_L0/s320/8+week+sonogram+with+txt.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5321719305204926098" border="0" /></a><br />I hope you will enjoy this story my dear one.<br /><br />I love you my baby,<br /><br />Your MommyAndrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-41926739724202165752009-04-06T18:05:00.003-04:002009-04-06T18:25:33.935-04:00Letters to my little one<div style="text-align: left;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> I have been thinking about doing this for the past few months already but have been so busy with my full time job in the hospital, taking classes part-time to become a family nurse practitioner, and carrying a new bundle of joy that I never got the chance to start it until now. Finally, I told myself that I just have to do it or I will never get it done.</span></span><br /></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> When I found out I was expecting a baby, I thought it would be nice to write blogs to keep family and friends updated on the little one. But as I thought more and more about it, I wanted to do something more meaningful and something I will always remember and hopefully share with my baby one day. So, instead of writing blogs every few weeks to keep everyone updated, I decided to write letters to my little one and tell him or her all the different and new things going on in my life as a carry him/her in my belly.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> One day, when my baby is old enough to understand, I will show him/her the letters. To me, this was going to be more intimate and meaningful and will probably give me more motivation to write the letters in the midst of my busy and hectic life.</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> I hope you will all enjoy reading it to...it's meant to be shared with you all or I wouldn't post it up in this website :)</span><br /><br /><span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"> I will try my very best to write a letter and post a picture or two each week.</span><br /><br /><br /></span><br /><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-82246618188123290332009-02-09T15:12:00.024-05:002009-03-28T18:35:22.174-04:00Presenting...The Kubota "Butiki"<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0i1je7GclplJViW6p9FKAuLOj7wzDPD95pANsno2lGUqydeD4rPma5_okSeFUPHxg2MFSkbejio4ahUukrWwJdZNJyN1xPhURC_LOPjrb6f5iz7rUVkMZI-iXqnNhrkyF0Gc6Ugh7AOg/s1600-h/Slide+1.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; 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display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1Yqcz6mhKRLTqmSjBsLvvk8rS5DlpszYuYooX16FIlSW_S2caaWvZhLboioThyphenhyphenitB_KmxwvkdJXOYI4Ke_crOqh2mufwwZ3nnexA7O5bl1zFEY18iSIfvMZBwZWD4y3TZV-fUR1CtFR0/s320/Slide+17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318369655604101650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs7mD6T-phyphenhyphengFMq5grvY2VTXBz2TGYFndKAFU6UJXKhn2Reun4o_3om_WzX2XOzYR9aoLE40_tTaP2SEqhm9Cokmz7uqkQt1Kyt3SYV5P8tuXG113YdUsV-CveSAGUsM7GcuqZhjvHvw/s1600-h/Slide+18.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZs7mD6T-phyphenhyphengFMq5grvY2VTXBz2TGYFndKAFU6UJXKhn2Reun4o_3om_WzX2XOzYR9aoLE40_tTaP2SEqhm9Cokmz7uqkQt1Kyt3SYV5P8tuXG113YdUsV-CveSAGUsM7GcuqZhjvHvw/s320/Slide+18.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318369560821137458" border="0" /></a><br />Dex and I went to Uganda Africa for two weeks in December-Jan 2008-2009 for Joan and John's wedding. We also celebrated our 1st year wedding anniversary there. The trip was memorable because we had fun with our group of friends, made many friends from all over the world, and most importantly, brought back the best souvenir anyone could ask for : )!!!<br /><div> </div><br /><div>Presenting, our lil Kubota "Butiki."<br /><br />Hope you all enjoyed the surprise!<br /><br /></div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div><br /><div> </div>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-46144056570750380182008-08-25T16:55:00.005-04:002008-08-25T20:11:36.741-04:00Memories to cherish<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnnFeEKz73HvpNqyN8jukyrxsHemq-BXF1kow9MoV-8PuvJdcqHyCYenK5Pi8ypVzmWwWOVH-8U_f8uP9o0r5J3LKOQcrBWL1h9fMwE5j5GSNCcldU7gagl42fOPpHsZKeXzvokxWFxI/s1600-h/IMG_5336.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238611433145057026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilnnFeEKz73HvpNqyN8jukyrxsHemq-BXF1kow9MoV-8PuvJdcqHyCYenK5Pi8ypVzmWwWOVH-8U_f8uP9o0r5J3LKOQcrBWL1h9fMwE5j5GSNCcldU7gagl42fOPpHsZKeXzvokxWFxI/s320/IMG_5336.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidkup-YfkPmXa_wK8ydUXFrsb9gE0evopuvZG0puNMB7mjo4OP6Smhz-K_NW-cO-Njh_OAIoybBibu8OpZW_AdC8R94usM00NuquNckW_8REUUPo7Uu1IQB6GJSWotwuzbf3rw4vFM6Js/s1600-h/IMG_4800.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238611432003248114" style="DISPLAY: block; 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MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiRpqlLpeZ5QoRDZG3RwsDUbA397moJsjx6UDDTz9XPPaWjk5vFVj5hhxXq_15irGBgIpZGJ4igZCGxl54WKHzJ5KRMtmyO2QpQg_U1WqkBJvG7LUSQR94WI4-9Zz9udKV-aMwn9W3Op8/s320/IMG_5264.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVYZyhglztz97JtU8mo5qMhpaoThcR7NIv5nKkWGWvfFoQSEQiIvcpUK_kaQbSTOhRipyBKWVtVCyI3zvHaWJfQehvctL4yaCYU8lkuTt_5tyOjNDEwuWo4T7xshtBJkjJWufYlsbAKQ/s1600-h/IMG_5290.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238584156494222514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPVYZyhglztz97JtU8mo5qMhpaoThcR7NIv5nKkWGWvfFoQSEQiIvcpUK_kaQbSTOhRipyBKWVtVCyI3zvHaWJfQehvctL4yaCYU8lkuTt_5tyOjNDEwuWo4T7xshtBJkjJWufYlsbAKQ/s320/IMG_5290.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>I felt compelled to write this blog after my younger brother Tim left for FUS earlier last week and when my youngest brother left for his semester abroad in Austria yesterday.</div><br /><div> </div><div>The house that was so noisy and rowdy just a few months ago is now filled with silence and too much space. From the moment my youngest brother left, I kept myself busy by cleaning the house and storing all the little things my brothers left behind. I told myself that it will be so nice now because we will finally have more space and a tidy and organized house. But soon I realized that I would rather have a messy house with my family's presence rather than the lonesome quiet space.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>I can now say that I have experienced what it feels like to be "left behind." I'm sure that when my sister and I left for college for the first time in our lives, my parents felt the same way. It's an emotion that is hard to describe. You are happy for the people who have to leave and experience something new, but you also feel like you have lost something important. It's a bittersweet feeling really...and has led me to realize how important it is to cherish every moment I have with people I care about.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>My family has always been the pillars who held my life together. They make me who I am today and complete me. They have always been there when I needed them most and continue to be there even during the times when I think I did not need them. We share all our joys and sorrows with each other. We laugh, we fight, we joke, we cry, we pray, and play together. It's what makes us a FAMILY!</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>This summer has been one of the best I've ever had. My deareset Mommy came to visit and stayed for 2 months. Tim, Mandie, and Dex were here because they all live with me. Tophe came back from college for his 4 month summer break. My Daddy came to visit for a short but worthy while. </div><br /><br /><div></div><div>We started the summer off by driving my 2 brothers up to NYC since they had never step foot into the big apple. It was a short but fun weekend. Then, when my mom came, we had to make a trip to Hershey Park in PA. We promised each other that we had to do that this summer. It was such a fun and chocolate filled weekend. We also got lucky because the band Survivor happened to be on tour there so we got to see them. When my daddy came to visit in July, we made a special trip up to Boston and Maine to celebrate his big "50th" birthday. We feasted on lobsters and fresh seafood and had great company (my cousin TJ, my uncle Jaime, and auntie Grace). Last but not least, we flew down to Orlando, FL and had a restful and relaxing summer vacation at our time share.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>After all the fun and laughter, reality struck us. My dad had to go back to work in Taiwan. My mom had to go back to be with my dad and fulfill her duties as a wife. Tim left for college in Ohio, and Tophe left for his semester in Austria. The house is now left with Mandie, Dex, and I.</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>As much as it was sad to see them go, the memories that I had with each one of them is now kept securely in my heart. Thank God also for great technology that we can store unending pictures in the computer :)</div><br /><br /><div></div><div>Thank you my dear Family for all the fun and craziness you brought to my life these past few months. I miss you all so much but know that I will see you again soon. Cherish the moments you are experiencing now because it's an experience you may only have once in your lifetime.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><div></div></div>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1003330387987889124.post-33703589807657186602008-08-24T23:14:00.000-04:002008-08-24T23:43:30.019-04:00How the story began...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHxbUSPQj7EDGmoNkqQcNgEKk4nAfMH2kEcXbXIajhLazi3nTLyvtba06-5rUggN3RQXPB9sExJoFPDT1frqxNZXHlekizH1-WrxO32ZiUTBCdyb_HcF7_6n_97Lsp0WkmMHqXtWRsPN0/s1600-h/Dex+%26+Andie+fixed.JPG"></a><br /><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238294501699071778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNKCkhcL8TlOoihMItrLlY2Zky-NYU0hIe_W8b1DIKz0xjm6NfpJRzASvRJtg2PwazaJ5_Q-ZguOa5-1JmSneTP1AYHkpLesXdEFhDCLUOJNVGuK8aQ47N5E-K4bAdkZir0Uta78_jg1s/s400/Dex+%26+Andie.JPG" border="0" />The Story of "our life" began 10 years ago when Dex & I met during our freshman year in college. It was August 16, 1998 during our international orientation. After all the fun and drama of dating for 8 years, Dex decided that I was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with and asked me to be his wife : )<br /><div>As one chapter in our lives ended, a new beginning started when we tied the knot on January 4, 2008. It was the happiest day of my life and a wedding I will never forget.</div><br /><div>I have been meaning to start a blog for a while now but always pushed it aside because I was too busy with work and my new life. Today, I decided that I better start it or it will never happen. </div><br /><div>I will try my best to fill you in with what is going on with our lives on a montly basis or if there is anything new and exciting going on. I hope you enjoy reading "the story of our life" and come visit our blog site from time to time.</div><br /><div>-Andie : )</div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div>Andrea Lim Kubotahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03994616524431115793noreply@blogger.com1