Yesterday as I tried to remember what we forgot to pack for hiking, I stood in the trailer and put on my shades, which Sandi had just taken from Zoe. As I looked around to jog my memory, something wet dripped onto my cheek. Mystified as to where it had come from, I glanced in the mirror and saw the stringy drop descending from my shades. Ah, baby spit!

Friday Sandi called me over to see Zoe rocking back and forth on her hands and knees. I my mind’s eye I could just see her rock back and forth, back and forth, back and…then take off across the trailer at top crawling speed! It won’t be long now.