Desi and Bells, Papa and Bobo

He's walking, crawling, doing the Penitent Knee Walk, any way he can do it the boy is now mobile. At 15 months he sleeps through the night. The problem is "night" means "until I get hungry." He has already broken through the child-proof locks into the cabinet where they keep the tomato sauce. He stares at the can of tomato sauce and thinks: "Somewhere in this container there is food. But, hey. Let's just throw it down the wooden stairs."

The Great PD and Great 5H had a ball by themselves in London. Papa and Bobo remember what a glorious feeling that is -- adult conversations and sleep. So they were very happy to come to Brooklyn and spend several days with Desi and his Big Sister. It was sad to leave.

There is a lot of discussion on all fronts these days about where to live. In the end, when you have young children it doesn't much matter because all you're doing is surviving and dreaming of the day you'll have your lives back again. But then that day comes and you feel an emptiness you hadn't planned on.

Isabella has earned her Senior Badge in the Scampus Neverstoppus Society. She is showing her brother the ropes, but we don't think he will ever be the Scampus she is. Desi will plow over things. Belly will plan the whole caper and then send her brother in to do the dirty work.

But for the time being he is content to sit in Papa's or Bobo's arms and eat any of his many meals.

Greene Avenue, Clinton Hill, Brooklyn NY, April 2014