For Southerns like us, a trip to Quezon City entails a lot of negotiations, seduction and begging with the driver. I know my husband too well. The last time we were in QC was for our SSS ID application back in 2009. We did not even bring a car. We took a cab because he did not want the stress of being stuck in traffic and the hassle of looking for parking. I get where he is coming from. But since it is Mother’s Day, he had to say yes to my request to a field trip to QC Circle, Manila Seedling and UP Diliman. Thank God for husbands who agree to long drives on Mother’s Day.
The first activities for the day were playing, biking and breakfast at the Quezon City Circle. We left the house at 6AM and got there before 7AM. We could have been there earlier if it was not traffic in EDSA (
and if hubby listened to me that C5 is the way to go). As soon as we got there, we were greeted by loud aerobics music. This made me really nostalgic. On my very last day as a UP resident, the day that my mom rented a van and picked me up and my boxes from Ilang-ilang Dormitory, Xtianne, Jan (my Elbi friends who also studied in UP Diliman) and I , went to QC Circle and danced with the oldies. Good times.
Anyhoo, since I was with a kid, I could not join the aerobics party even if I really wanted to. As soon as Aki saw the entrance to Circle of Fun, the public playground, he ran off.
If I were a kid, I would have done the same thing. Who can resist these?
Nice, eh? Way to go Mayor Bistek for giving the playground a makeover! I wish we have something as nice as Circle of Fun in Paranaque.
If you look closely at the structures, you will see that they are not exactly squeaky clean, especially the undersides.
But for a public playground, I must say, the QC government is doing a good job. Just bring alcohol, wet wash cloth or wipes to disinfect your children’s hands after playing. The comfort rooms were not so bad too. On any given day, I would be more than willing to pay 3 pesos for a clean toilet than use a dirty one for free.
Aside from the playground, another attraction in the Circle is the bike lane.
Franco brought Aki to the bike rentals and rented a sidecar. Ay, nako, nagwala ang bagets! Aki stormed out of the rental area, crying and looking for me.
I soon found out that he was crying because he wanted his own bike. He was semi-happy as soon as we got him one.
Unfortunately for us, Aki soon forgot how happy he was to ride a bike for the first time. He got cranky and bossy again. He liked being on a bike but refused to pedal and demanded that we push him. Everytime we stopped to rest, he did his signature fake cry. And so, Franco and I took turns pushing him.
Whoever said a kiss from a child makes the pain and sacrifice worth it, has not pushed a toddler bike for 40 minutes! I love Aki but my back ached for two days. After two rounds, we returned the bike even if we had 20 minutes left, against the wishes of a crying toddler. Exhausted and hungry, we headed for the restaurants.
Ordering sizzling silog is not a good idea if there is crying toddler in your lap. Oh well, Happy Mother’s Day to me!
We went to the tiangge after breakfast. Aki was no longer crying but he demanded that I carry him. Everytime I tried to put him down, he would wail. This is what I get for letting my husband teach Aki martial arts. Oh well, nothing says I-love-you-I-want-you-and-I-need-you-mommy more than a toddler clinging on his mom’s leg in a public place. Happy Mother’s Day to me!
More on the rest of our QC trip in my next post.