Yesterday Larkin took a fall.

She's been walking for all of three weeks now, and on an open stretch of living-room hardwood she toppled forward, face first. Boom.

I was sitting with my morning paper and a cup of coffee. Molly swooped by and scooped Larkin up. There was that lengthy pause between impact and reaction, always a bad sign. Waaaaa! came the outrage at last.

"Is there blood?" I called out.

"Yeah," Molly said, and… Read More

It's Friday, our daughter Larkin's first birthday. Molly's home from work, we're racing around getting ready to drive to her mother's for a little party. All afternoon I've been in typical stay-at-home-dad mode, paying bills, finishing some work, making phone calls, playing with the Lark. Now it's almost 5, and guess what, we're running late.

It's the usual madness. Pack up Larkin's food, get the birthday cake out to the car, find the camera (a photo of her in… Read More