Surprise Possessions

Did you know that babies don't know how to fart? 'Cause I sure didn't. I was amazed that this perfect football of a person, with all of his bountiful baby brilliance, couldn't master passing gas. Between his terrifying screams of discomfort, I actively wondered if we'd begotten a defective babe. I would arrange him in yoga's happy baby pose and hope he benefited from its "wind relieving" properties. Fortunately, in the grand tradition of his family, Era figured out farts. Just as I've slowly figured out some of the more abstruse aspects of parenthood. hanging in the hall last weekend In celebration of that and of Era's first year (he's 14 months old! Jeez!),...