Maybe it was foolishness, but it was like we wanted to set things straight with Chloe even before she was born. Just 6 months into the whole bun-baking thing they call pregnancy, Brooke and I drove down the Baja peninsula with my parents. We camped on lonesome beaches, ate like we didn't deserve it, toured 17th Century missions built from stone, got up close and personal with giant gray whales in Laguna Ojo de Liebre --- your standard Baja adventure stuff. Mexico being what it is brought us a number of other adventures we couldn't have fabricated. Like the exploding transmission in the Range Rover . . .
A story about road tripping for three weeks with an 11-month-old little girl and a wife, Mark beats the odds and makes it home alive and without a scratch. Although it's taken nearly a year to catch up on sleep.
Another gem from the annals of daily fatherhood - where we get surprised and enlightened at the smallest comment from our offspring who, despite our trying, have learned to read and think. Enjoy this one.