Disjointed thoughts from a semi-comatose mind
In my recent obsession with oral hygiene, I got a dental mirror with light, tongue scraper and dental hook. The dental mirror proves handy in brushing the kids’ teeth. Santi is more ready to open his mouth if you flash the light on him. His pearlies are a little mis-aligned and I worry that he would grow up with my set of problematic teeth — over bite and bunny-looking buckteeth. Una’s are nice, he got hers from her father’s side of the family. Well, what can I say.. genetic engineering is not so common during my day. Duh! The tongue scraper, Santi thinks it’s some kind of a toy cellphone and would carry pretend conversation with it.
Is it too early to teach the kids to floss?
When can a pre-occupation be considered unhealthy? My concern over my children’s health and hygiene, my nagging fear of getting STDs from toilet seats, cold bugs from doorknobs, and if I can have my way, I’d lobby for the creation of all types of vaccines — dengue, malaria, sore eyes and what-have-yous… I think they are valid concerns. Yeah, I won’t talk about the sanitary wipes and alcohol and handwashing… it will bore you all.
We read books to bond and not so they will learn their ABCs and 123s.
What about this new trend of raising super babies? That’s one thing that I attribute to the power-deranged yuppies of my generation… and no, I want my kids to grow up normal. I am not keen on raising the next Einstein. I just want my babies to turn out alright, well-adjusted and capable of feeling emotions: happiness, sadness, anger, fear but are readily disposed to being happy. And I want them to feel that they are loved and valued.