Ordem Progresso

I'm at about 4 months now and doing pretty good so I figure its a pretty good time to update.

One morning a few weeks ago the woman who cooks and cleans for us started complaining about back pains. She walked around stiffly, wincing at each step, finally setting herself down on the couch while I looked on out of the corner of my eye from the computer desk. She was doleful. "Juani, pienso que debes ir al medico." I didn't really know what to do to help her, so I left it at that.

I came home from school that same day to find no one in the house. Whatever, I thew myself on the couch to watch Garfield cartoons and wait for lunchtime. An elephant blink later, I heard the garage door open and the family poured into the house. "MARK, A COMER," Rita yelled. We went to downtown.

I asked where everyone was when I came home. "Al hospital por Juani." Oh.

We went to Torta's Ups, a torta shop where a few members of the family work. We all ate cubanas and shot the shit. In the interim between my first and second torta, I asked what was up with Juanita. They told me she was pregnant and would have a baby at any moment. I choked.

Now we have a baby in the house, bumping the population up to 8. I begged to name it Mark, but that is a gringo name and would not do. It is Pablo Bernardo. Don't ask me about the surname, I have no idea.