For a nine-month old, Boom-boom, my son doesn't fit the word
baby anymore. He is already so naughty that at times, he is getting into the
nerves of his mamita (my girlfriend's
mother), his aunts, and even his mommy. He is one active and keen little boy.

This afternoon, I got some backaches assisting him running
around almost everywhere he wants to. And as if not getting tired, he still
wanted to play ride to a motorcycle parked just outside the house. 

Sigh, I never really thought parenting could be both this
fulfilling and tiring. 

See the photo above? Well that's just a 'choreographed' one,
but with Boom-boom as a son, toilet training your child would
probably a parent's nightmare. This little man I have is a perfect example of a
devilish angel; well one cute devilish angel for that matter. 

Thinking and writing about my little boy
never fail to bring smile to face and give that heavenly feeling to me. I guess
I just am a proud parent showing off his naughty little darling.

On Christmas Eve, a five year old boy asks his mom: "Mom, will I get anything from Santa today?" Mom says: "No, you have been a really bad boy, but if you write a letter promising to be a good boy next year he might give you a present."
Well, after thinking a while boy decides to write to Jesus instead of Santa, thinking that Jesus will make Santa to bring him a present. So he writes: "Dear Jesus, I promise to be a good boy for the next year."
After thinking about that he decides that it is a big promise, so he writes: "Dear Jesus, I promise to be a good boy for the next month." And this continues, until the boy decides that he can't be a good boy even for one day.
Well, next day the boy goes to church and steels an icon of Virgin Mary, brings it home and starts writing the letter: "Dear Jesus, if you want to see Your Mother again..."