Many an evening, my wife and I find ourselves pulling little Joe out of bookshelves, trash cans, and taking away the blunt objects which he enjoys bashing against walls and doors. Usually we'll read with him or try to organize a three-way game of catch. Inevitably Joe will slip away to a good board book while Em and I continue playing, unaware that the adults are now the only ones tossing the squishy, rubber ball while diaper man sits and catches up on vocabulary.But why stop? We're having fun.




















