Sorry if I haven't written in here in a long while; between taking care of a gang of kids, taking care of my (disabled) wife, and working at the hospital (plus going to my retreat for the Marine Reserves; I do that one weekend a month in Memphis), I don't have much time to write--let alone, do much of anything else.
The kids are all growing like weeds: hard to believe that Jubaki is now nearing the age of ten; he's already the tallest kid in his class. He is extremely long-limbed and thin; built just like his mama. However, he looks just like me, with his beautiful, straight Spanish hair, olive complexion, sparkling dark eyes with the long lashes.
He is a beautiful little boy.
The twins look like mama, as do the triplets; the quadruplets look like a combination of the two of us. All beautiful children, I must say! M'Buti has done a wonderful job in raising them; they are all good, smart kids!
Eshe' (our only daughter) is a Mini-M'Buti: looking at her is like seeing my wife as a child. Very elegant with dark chocolate skin, tight, black curls adorning her perfectly round head, large, amber eyes that change as her moods do, and thin, lithe body. She is incredibly shy, the shyest out of all our children; it takes her a while to warm up to people whom she doesn't know.
Keloki, Kenji, and Koji (the triplets) are entering kindergarten this year in September; seems like only yesterday they were learning to talk. Our quadruplets are going to be two years old in November; they are into everything: they are never still even for a moment!
The only time they are is when they are down for their naps or are down for the night. Then they look like sleeping angels.
M'Buti has her good days and her bad days, in relation to her health. She still has issues with hypotension (abnormally low blood pressure): she has to be careful upon rising in the morning or she could black out without warning. She has low blood sugar: if she doesn't eat, she can get sick or pass out. Her lungs are getting stronger, but she still tires easily if chasing the kids; she then has to lie down and rest.
M'Buti is still working at the newspaper several days a week; when she is at work, our trusted neighbor watches the children if my parents aren't up from Texas. If I am home, I watch the kids. Because of her health, she can only work a few days a week because you never know when problems may crop up.
My wife does get disability; it's not enough to live on, so this is why she works a few days a week. She used to get full disability; when she started working, it was cut in half.
I am working at the hospital, just not as much, because of the kids' needs, and also because of having to go to Memphis one weekend a month for my Marine training. I may be out of the service, but I am still in the Reserves; it keeps my military skills sharp, and if I ever need to go to battle, I will do so--in a heartbeat. I have to defend my country and all that she stands for.
Hoo-rah!! Semper fi!!
Once a Marine, always a Marine, as they say.
And get this: I can still fit into my Marine uniform! :)
Everytime I put it on, my wife (and any other female) melts. She says there's nothing sexier than a Marine in his uniform.
Well, I hear the kids stirring, so I'd best go. My wife is still in bed, sleeping. I am playing house husband until she rises for the day. (She's off today.) I'll then have to help her get going and make sure she takes her meds and has her breakfast beforehand. Take care and God bless!
Hey hey hey!!!!!!! this old bones don't fit no more that uniform, it is as pathetic as a deflated circus telt on me, but, onnce a Marine...always a Marine.
Semper Fi (and I hope we still melt the ladies)
Marines in uniform - hoorah!!! LOL Dang, they look good, and now I'm gonna have to repent!!!!!!! LOL An excellent update from Roberto - well done, Karen.
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