Category Archives: fatherhood

Father and Son Making Music

Father and Son making music together on a street in the Claremont Village on the Friday after Thanksgiving 2008. It was poetry set to music. Music made for the sheer joy of it. I was privileged enough to catch this special moment with my own son, asleep in his stroller. Two sets of fathers and sons, each father in love with his son.

Father and Son Making Music



These are my son’s first wingtip shoes. I thought he looked very good when he wore them. He wore them for Navidad/Christmas and just plain everyday. Unfortunately, he outgrew these  shoes already. I have saved them for him in his keepsakes.

Infant Wingtip Shoes

A Healthy Baby Makes a Happy Daddy


Good News. Just got back from Big Boy’s 6-month physical and he passed with flying colors. He is in perfect health so far and developing normally. 19lbs, 7 oz and 27 inches long. I am very happy and blessed because of his good health. Tonight we celebrate by staring Big Boy on his first solid food!! Sorry, I know this is not big news, but to me it is and I just wanted to share it on the blog.

Big Boy also got a flu shot. He did very good and didn’t even cry. Daddy did a diversionary tactic by putting his chupon in his mouth and bringing out a toy to get Big Boy’s attention, all while the nurse was giving the shot. It worked this time around. Lets see what happens next time.

The First Ball

I am thoroughly enjoying all the “FIRSTS” that my son is experiencing. Today after work I went to Target to pick up some Huggies. I went over to the toy section to search for a ball of the right size and texture. I ended up buying a miniature basketball for $4.19.  It was Big Boy’s first ball. When I got home, as I burst through the door and exclaimed “Hi Papa!!!” my son was grinning ear to ear. “Mijo, look what Daddy brought for you. Una pelota.” He got really happy and I couldn’t tell if it was for the ball or for seeing me.  We sat on the floor and played ball for half an hour. Big Boy sat up all by himself without any support, smiling from ear to ear as he tried to stuff the entire mini basketball into his mouth. Of course, Daddy got it on videotape.