A poor replacement

Bino, poor man (this is the babblefish translation of "pobre Bino," apparently). This past week he's been rather uncomfy, crying a lot more than he had been. Pedro has a real talent for calming him down when he gets fussy, by bouncing him up and down in his arms and dancing around the room. His arms get a real work-out this way.

Saturday Pedro is leaving us for a whole week to go off and defend his dissertation, which means that Bino and I will have to make do with my lesser arms and Bino's swing. Here he is in it one afternoon during Pedro's absence. He quieted down when I put him in, but if you look closely at his little face you can tell he hasn't quite decided whether or not to start crying again. We'll both miss Papa next week.