That one tiny guy, age 4 months

Yes, today, Robin is 4 months old, or so they tell me.

I took this picture a week or two ago. He is still a serious baby. But he does have a burgeoning Harrison Ford grin. I tell him, “Babe, cultivate that. It will serve you well in the future.”

Robin was grouchy yesterday. Very grouchy. He spent part of the evening flopped over my shoulder, which he usually hates, but last night he was so miserable he just laid there. My theory is early teething, but it could be a growth spurt. Or both! Last night, after midnight, while Robin was grouching loudly (so, today, really), Kevin came stomping downstairs and swooped down upon the baby rice cereal and the baby spoons I’d picked up earlier. I’ve been meaning to get spoons for a while because a.) he likes to put things in his mouth– well, he likes us to put things in his mouth (he’s still working out how to use his own hands)– and I figured it’d be good to get him used to spoons and b.) he’s been giving me very meaningful looks as I eat lately (which is also why I got the rice cereal… for eventual use). Very meaningful looks– when Kevin gives me those looks, I know he’s about to steal my food, and when other people do, I usually end up offering them some. It’s spooky getting those looks from somebody with no teeth.

Anyhow, Kevin mixed up some cereal according to the package instructions for Baby’s First Feeding, which means it was formula thickened with just enough cereal to not slip off the spoon, and Kevin fed it to that one baby because, as he informed me, He’s Four Months Old Now (which is the minimum recommended age for rice-cereal-thickened-liquid to be administered).

Enjoy the pictorial.