Daddy Daughter Day

Over the last month, Robin has been sick. Constantly. Runny nose, coughing, the occasional fever. I hear that daycare will do that. Jen and I have also sucked in our share of "Robin borne" illnesses, which is why today is Daddy Daughter Day: I am home sick. However, Robin is pretty much fine now, and is smiling gleefully as she swats her table. Noises are fun. Especially when she makes a giant noise of some sort, then looks at us and says "shhhhhhhh!". Sometimes for noises that are indicators of other things.

(If you can't read it, it says "Does Robin have a poopy bum?" Yes/No. She is pointing to yes. For the record, though she can't read yet, there was a rumble in the bumble)

A lot has happened in the last month, with Christmas, birthdays, our trip to Fernie and... uh... I suppose all of January, in which nothing much ever happens. We were really afraid that bringing a one and a half year old on a 16 hour car trip might not be the greatest of ideas. It's a good thing Grandma Potter has some sort of magical power that lets here entertain a small child indefinitely. Some may call that being training as a reading teacher. But it looked more like magic to me. Or at least some kind of super hero power. I'm starting to think that Robin's Grandmas have super powers in general.


Robin is ever changing. Two words sentences? That's nothing now. Flora (our daycare provider) asked which one of Jen or myself talked a lot at home. Apparently Robin is a bit of a chatterbox at daycare.

Here's a video montage of the latest of Robin in action.