Four months auld (lang syne)

One of my character strengths, according to Clifton’s strengths finder, is Input.


 The term “input” has nothing to do with the fact that I interrupt people constantly or think I have so much important advice to offer; that’s just a funny coincidence. (Whether it’s funny-ha-ha or funny-peculiar is obvious, I think.)

If you want to read the whole long thing (I would find it interesting!) here’s the description: “You are inquisitive. You collect things. You might collect information—words, facts, books, and quotations—or you might collect tangible objects. Whatever you collect, you collect it because it interests you. And yours is the kind of mind that finds so many things interesting. If you read a great deal, it is not necessarily to refine your theories but, rather, to add more information to your archives. If you like to travel, it is because each new location offers novel artifacts and facts. These can be acquired and then stored away. Why are they worth storing? At the time of storing it is often hard to say exactly when or why you might need them, but who knows when they might become useful? With all those possible uses in mind, you really don’t feel comfortable throwing anything away. So you keep acquiring and compiling and filing stuff away. It’s interesting. And perhaps one day some of it will prove valuable.”

Anyway, what that translates to in real life (aside from not wanting Austin to throw away sponges because we could totally wash them and use them for cleaning and stuff) is the fact that I am constantly googling things, like “lyrics to Auld Lang Syne” and then spending 20 minutes reading about Robert Burns. It’s a curse, really. (Again, just ask Austin.)

Scottish poets are cute!

ANYWAY, sweet bebe Robin is four months old now. Continue reading

3 Months, and all’s well!

Today Robin is 3 months old! (Or 13 weeks and 1 day. How does that equal 3 months?)


You want me to smile?

She smiles plenty, especially at her big cousin Christie, but it seems like as soon as she notices a camera she goes all frowny, and I haven’t been able to capture the cuteness. So today when Austin got off work he distracted her while I “secretly” took her picture…over and over.


“Oh, Dad!”

I finally feel like she resembles baby me in some of these pictures. I think it’s because her face looks super round!


It turns out she is my baby!


A car in every garage and at least two chins for every baby

I like this goofy smile:

ImageThis next one is her impression of a wounded soldier:


“I been shot. Tell Pa I’m sorry I never got a chance to fix that fence.”

Here’s an action shot. “Coo!”



She still looks mostly like her dad, of course. Which is good, because I happen to think he’s good-looking.


Here she is pretending to be sweet:


“I sleep the whole night through because I’m perfect!”

Just kidding! She’s looking at her arm in this one because she’s wondering why her wrist isn’t in her mouth.


“How’d that get over there?”

It’s actually getting dry from her sucking on it all the time. But anyway, happy 3 months, Bobbie Gray! Thanks for joining us. In life.