Deeper Into My Family Tree

Since finding my Dad's birth record, I was more curious to find more about my ancestors. I guess I was lucky to find this marriage record here:

Plus Two!

A few months ago, we found out that my wife was pregnant with what will be our second child. Now it's time for some ultrasound, to confirm and make sure we have a healthy baby.

Waiting for the results

Then came the result, my wife's knees almost buckled: TWINS! And more good news, both are BOYS!

Thank God for the blessing(s)! Reanne is now a big sister, and my family is now complete.

Finding What Fits

It's been months since my 5th year working at JPMorgan Chase, and I'm still at it. When I started here, I wasn't thinking about how long I would be with the firm; I just wanted a new job. Now, 10 teams and 3 functions after, I could never believe how many people I have met and friends I have made. I have learned many lessons along the way, and I could not imagine leaving the company any time soon.

As an additional reinforcement, JPMC gave us who have stayed for 5 years a token of appreciation for the service.

A small plaque and an Esprit watch with JPMorgan Chase engraved at the back for the 5 years of service we rendered. Not bad. Not bad at all.

I wonder what I would get after another 5 years? :-)

Thoughts on Daddy-hood

Being a father is really the ultimate test of patience. A father of a two-and-a-half year old hyper girl, a lot more.  Don't get me wrong, she's an angel.  She's sweet, strong, intelligent, loves to laugh, always fun and jolly.  She likes to get our attention and she talks a lot.  She easily picks up on things an average kid would even have an inkling about.  She's really special, that one.

But when she goes into a tantrum, I have to work hard not to explode.  I know it's wrong, but I get angry. I don't know if I'm angry at her being so unreasonable, but I think I'm more angry at myself for not understanding.  She won't stop until she gets what she wants, that at times I don't even know what she wanted.  She'll just do what she wants.  I tend to shout, I think because I'm frustrated.  But then she gets scared of me, and she will ask for her mom.  It breaks my heart that my daughter gets frightened of me.  I really have to control myself, to stop myself from being a monster.  I don't hit her.  By God, I would die before I hurt my kid.  But emotionally, I may be doing so.  Hopefully she doesn't carry it growing up.  I immediately apologize to her for shouting and asks her forgiveness, that Daddy loves her.  Then I talk to her calmly, why I got mad, ask her what she wants, try to give her what she wants.  It's music to my ears when she says "Love you so much.," and "Miss you."  I crumble when she says, "Daddy, sorry."  I always reply, "It's okay. Sorry din po si Daddy."  Then we'd be okay, like nothing happened.  But she still remembers, because sometimes she says, "Wag na galit Daddy, ha?"  Shame on me.