Fumie took this shot of three-year-old Anthony at the Krystal Suites hotel pool (Penang Island, Malaysia). I'm sure he was just looking down at a bug or something, but in the photo he looks like something out of an Abercrombie & Fitch catalog, or a Calvin Klein Jeans billboard. I love the shot.

Okay, I'm not all that sure what that title really means, but the gist of it is that while there was gloriously sunny and short-sleeve-warm weather the other day, and the cherry trees were thick with buds and juuuust starting to blossom, a raging spring storm blew through on Tuesday with wind and rain and even hail(!), and then the temperatures plummeted resulting in even a bit of snow, and since then it's been cold, with even more snow just outside my window right now, leaving the dreary impression that this year's cherry-blossom season will be as short and unglorious as this sentence is long and unpoetic )-:

My sister Marcina Kreta just delivered Joshua James Kreta (the evening of the 28th, Southern-California time). I'd been checking email every minute for the last three weeks waiting for word -- little Joshua was quite tardy in his debut.

It remains to be seen if he'll go by “Joshua”, “Josh”, “JJ”, or what. In fact, he remains to be seen at all -- I got a text message from Marty (his daddy) and have no info other than “8 lbs 13 oz” and “both doing fine”. I notice he does not comment as to how he's doing 🙂

Anthony is not old enough to really understand that he has a new cousin (or even what a cousin is) until he meets him. He does remember little Gracie, whom he met last summer. We'll all be in Ohio in July for my brother Alan's wedding, so I'm sure we'll get to see Joshua then!