We buried Lucas in the sand. He actually liked it.

Dad showing Lucas how to open a Longan fruit.

Three generations of Garcias (w/o Dax). L/R Dad, Tristan, JB, Me, Lucas, Rafael.

In the Philippines, Lucas is sad. He has cried as much as I’ve ever seen him. It’s probably everything around him. The strange place and the strange faces. The only thing that comforts him is his mom. I wish he could talk because he would probably tell me that he misses his house, his room, his toys, his Grandma, his dog and his routine. Continue Reading »

As shocking as it may be to all you states side people, it is pretty common for kiddies not to be in a car seat in the Philippines. No one drives fast and there is too much traffic for any real danger.