Daddy again

It is official. I am going to be a daddy again. The baby is due the first week of March 2007. When my wife took the first and second pregnancy test and it came back positive, I felt, well maybe it was a false positive. Whent the third came back positive, and the fourth was backed up by the OB/GYN, it sunk in that yes, a new addition is coming to the family. Over the years I began to think that my little guys stopped swimming or perhaps, they just swam in circles and no longer swam upstream. I thought this so. And we haven't used any form of birth control in ages, perhaps two total years since Jeremy was born. But God finds a way. Anyone have any name suggestions?

Jovi called me on the drive home from San Francisco, where we went to my cousin Ernest Trias' step dad's funeral. I didn't know that Ernese had such a large extended family, and that his step dad was such a funny guy. I only met Tino a few times over the years since Ernest's mom married him back in 82, around the time Ernest and his sister Marleen moved to the states from the Philippines. I found him to be a funny guy even then, but the photo and video montage that was screened at the reception was testament to that, as was the Eulogy delivered by one of his four (or is it five) sons. The funniest story was about their trip to Yosemite, where his sons convinced the family to let them go fishing in Yosemite, with the ages of the boys ranging from 7 years old to barely 18. And when they asked Tino for permission, Tino asked, "eh, What kind of fish do they catch in Yosemite, mackeral?" I was absolutely ROTFLMAO. It was so funny because his son totally captured the way Tino spoke.

Tino got a US Navy burial, complete with Taps, the folding of the U.S. flag, and everything. He was buried in the same cemetery as my grandfather, who served in World War II with the US Navy at Pearl Harbor. We visited his grave and took pictures with my two boys. I never got to meet my grandfather as he died before I was born.




This marked the first time the boys went to San Francisco, and even though we only got a day to drive around, we did visit Sam Wo, the Golden Gate Bridge, and Ft. Baker Pier, where they were crabbing. The Chinese guy below wanted us to stay and taste the crab they were cooking right on the pier.





We also visited the house my dad first bought in 1958 at 260 Bradford Street. It was a small house, all of 1200 square feet, on a hill, that shared a common wall with the neighbors. The Bernal Heights neighborhood that it is located has been cleaned up considerably since the early 1980s-90s, when it was a somewhat depressed neighborhood. It has cleaned up well thanks to the tech industry that has revitalized the city.