A funny memory from the early days of parenthood

When Belle was a few weeks old and we were struggling to calm her crying one evening, I attempted to take her for a walk.  I figured that the fresh air and rumble of the moving stroller on the sidewalk would pacify her.  I tolerated her screaming in the elevator and began walking around the block.  On West 85th Street, I heard Craig scream down from our tenth floor apartment, "Seren, I guess the walk isn't working."  Nope, it wasn't.  At least we got a good laugh, though.