I would change a few very small things. Namely, Quinn’s socks.

Think of your own socks, and how quickly one is lost, and then imagine them miniaturized, with a real-in-the-flesh sock fairy regularly taking one off and leaving it God-knows-where and you get some idea of how difficult it is to find a little matching pair of socks on any given day.

So, if I had it all to do over again, the first year that is, I would have bought 20 identical pairs of teeny, tiny little socks, rather than the two dozen different pairs that I regularly plow through looking in vain for a match. Why does no one give you advice like that when you have a baby?