Robin seems to me to have a wry and fairly joyful view of the world. I don’t get photos of her crying or screaming, which she does sometimes, but she seems to get a kick out of life. She doesn’t yet take the world too seriously, and I think she grasps our foolishness.   I hope she never forgets to take life with a grain of salt and to know  laughter.

This is good way to start the week. Robin has the gift of making people smile, so go to it. Our world is too grim. She might already be a Brooklyn wise-ass, we’ll see.

I will do my best to make her time with me joyful. She is coming to Bedlam Farm for three days at the end of this month, May. I think the rascal in her will connect with the rascal in me. She is coming in about four weeks, and I think I now have everything she will need her, so Emma will not have to carry  many things.

I’ve got a folding crib, a high chair, a car seat, a stuffed fox, a baby monitor, mattress, pad and sheet. I’ve got to pick up some wipes and diapers. I haven’t had a baby crap on me in years, it will be interesting to re-visit the experience. I hear she hates spinach, too, which is good.