Sunday... Mom's making a one-day run to NJ to scope a client's new home for a container plan, which leaves NoraBear squarely in the hands of Dad. My folks are visiting, not to babysit Nora - that's my job. No, they'll be here to babysit me, I figure.

First success of the day - waking up, warming up a bottle, and draining that sucker. Phew. A satisfied milk-drunk... see how long that holds up.

More later.

It seems lately that her eyes are starting to focus on things further away than just a few inches in front of her face. We went out for a drive around Little Compton this afternoon, to show Mark the area. Through most of the trip, when she wasn't sleeping or struggling mightily to be freed from the car seat restraints, she stared pointedly at the little furry rabbit strapped to the handle in front of her.

And a good thing it was that she couldn't see much...

A new relative! And the Robbins family tradition of a mohawk lives on...

Opening day, opening morning, of the 2008 Red Sox season. Time to start establishing some important good habits. They're never too young, and it's never too early. (Actually, truth be told, we missed the game. This was a re-air in the afternoon. In fact, maybe it was too early, in more than one sense.)

I was listening to Greg Brown last night, his live album named, appropriately, "The Live One" from some time ago, which was the first album of his that I ever owned. On it, he...

A friend of ours gave us one solid piece of advice: don't forget to take pictures of the moments when she's angry, sad, frustrated. Oddly enough, about 30 seconds after that advice was passed along, I had a screaming Nora in one arm and the camera within reach, and I thought, "what the heck..."