Abby had physical therapy today, which meant I followed along to care for Roby while she was indisposed. It was in waterbury, and the weather was beautiful. Roby’s good with balancing on my shoulders now, so we meandered about smiling back at people who smile at us. I had a coffee and a pastry, I talked on the phone.
I found a fabrication lab with some sort of robot and a number of 3d printers by a 19th century cemetary, and in the parking lot there was a beard trimmer buzzing away to nothingness.

Everyone likes to see a baby, and they’re especially amused by my fitfully jerking head. Roby’s got sharp little nails that are reduced not at all by our attempts to nibble them. She uses her nails with her growing dexterity to pinch and grab at my ears while she’s up on my shoulders. Currently both of my ears have bloody scabs from her thoughtless abuses. 

It’s painful, but the idea of not walking around with her up on my shoulders is far, far worse.