Rob's Real Job

Our dear friend, six-year-old Lily, is confused by Rob's life responsibilities. When told that he stays home to take care of Romi, she wanted to know what he really did for a job. He reiterated that he stays home to care for the baby, but Lily insisted that wasn't "real" work. I think her mother shared in equal parts pride and mortification.

Romi, however, is unaware of Rob's questionable status and continues to grow and thrive, although eating solid food still isn't his favorite activity. His main responsibility as we see it is to roll around the living room, playing with toys, exploring the world, laughing and coming closer and closer to crawling. Rob's main responsibility is to watch this happen, the lucky dog. Somehow, I got stuck with writing the thank you notes. Hmmmm.

When Romi gets really excited he gets on his hands and knees and jumps into the air using his back legs and tush. It's really cute; almost as cute as when he laughs in his sleep. (We love that.) He is such a pro at rolling that he can make it across the living room, through the dining room and pretty much to the family room, which makes us happy but certainly makes life a bit harder too. But all in all, Romi continues to be my very favorite person ever.