In the first few months of Corina’s life, her parents ran themselves ragged trying to alleviate her obvious physical discomfort and to jolly her out of her constant colicky grimaces. We all became experts at the “football carry” and were relieved over time to see her grow robust and calm. Now at nine months she scuttles about, mischievously heading for every mystery spot in sight—the open dishwasher, the staircase, the toy chests and bookcases, and the VCR. Shake the Cheerios box in the next room, and her eyes widen with anticipation. Put on the CD of Latin American lullabies, and she quiets down for a nap. Drag out the stroller, and she waves her arms happily, knowing that she will have an hour of Grandma singing, Daddy running, or the hypnotic and nap-inducing sight of the back of Felix’s head. Her favorite toy is the chocolate chip cookie counting toy, she actually likes silky tofu and prunes, and she’ll put up with just about anything if Felix is playing in the same room. Oh, happy girl!