Later that night, after watching the Warriors somehow lose the championship, I got nostalgic and started looking through photos of the past several months. Already, in this short time, there have been a lot of changes.
The biggest have come, of course, with our little Mariko. Now nearly four months in, Mariko is no longer an infant, she's a full-fledged baby. She's smiling, giggling, getting used to the bottle, and always entertaining Mimi and Kuri. She's also become her Papa's little girl. With Sumie coming off maternity leave and my job winding down, I've been transitioning into the stay-at-home dad role again. About a month ago, you could find Marichan and me playing together at home each day. Of course I loved Mimi and Christopher dearly the first year of each of their lives, but they were both completely devoted to Mama. It wasn't really until they were each at least a year old that I really began connecting with them. But with Mari, she's actually taken to me. After a week, Sumie could really see we'd bonded. Mari would look for me, talk with me, and even giggle on cue. It was fantastic.
Mari has been the first of our kids who can just sit back and relax with me...
Now that she has a little extra time, Mimi's upped the number of activities she has. She's still doing gymnastics once a week, but now tennis lessons are in there as well.
We had a potato sack race...
Later that night, after Sumie had made it home and the kids were in bed, I decided to take a drive out Lucas Valley Road in the Porsche. I'd just gotten new tires that I hadn't tried out, and I needed to clear out my head. I had a brisk and very enjoyable run and was on my way home, with about two miles to go, poking along at 40mph in a 45, when a bobcat on crack bounded across the road causing a tremendous "thunk" from the very middle of my front bumper. I barely had time to move my foot to the brake. The car was OK, as was I, but the bobcat, well, the score stands: Porsche 1, Bobcat 0. When I arrived home I told my wife what happened. She just looked at me and said, "You've had quite the day. You've graduated from incompetent father to murderer."
The following weekend, with lost keys and reckless wildlife banished from memory, we made our way up to Tomales Bay for a picnic on Chicken Ranch Beach. It's a great little getaway. Only about 30 minutes from our house, the beach is relatively tucked away. The bay water is warm (for the north bay) and the beach is shallow, so kids can really get out and explore.