Here’s the thing about newborn babies. They’re fantastically hard work, they sap your energy and the pay stinks. But then they do one adorable thing, and suddenly it’s all sunshine and lollipops. Take me, for example. Not five minutes ago, Kivi smiled at me and laughed for the first time. My heart, of course, filled to bursting and Shuie and I crowed at him like he’d just recited Shakespeare. I guess I’m a sucker just like the rest of them, sloppy and dense with love over a split-second giggle. Meanwhile, Kivi’s big brother went skinny-dipping in Shari’s pool today, once again proving that kids can get away with stuff that would get their parents arrested.