Day Three, 12:45 a.m.

THUD! "Waaaagh!!!" Frankie performed his first cartwheel over the bedrail and landed face first on the floor - all, of course, in the middle of the night. Dennis and I made the dash to his room in less than two steps each - a odd feat, only performable during parenthood. As I rocked my precious boy back to calmness and wiped his flow of tears, Dennis tenderly positioned a moat of pillows around the edges of Frankie's bed to cushion any future falls. He didn't seem to remember his midnight adventure this morning, although, he did climb off his bed a bit more gingerly than in past mornings.

It surely won't be his last fall in life. We still have many to look forward to: his first skinned knee, bike wipeout and, in our climate, slip on the ice. It seems so unfair to have to watch our perfect little boy stumble and scar his way through the pitfalls of growing up. But, this is only just the beginning...