After a terrible night of sleepless teething and inconsolability, I find Rio snuggled on my lap, my chin on her downy head; she watching Diego in one window, I writing this in another. After submitting to her one Diego video ad nauseum I, in exasperation, downloaded an entire season from iTunes, not knowing it couldn't be burned to dvd to be played on the tv so I could veg out on my laptop. But upon the discovery of this fact, instead of being frustrated, I swiftly found a way to bring a little bit of peace to both of us: And the split-screen was born. The beauty of it is that had I been able to burn the disc, Rio and I would be sitting apart, in separate worlds, as we so often are. Like this, thanks to a small nudge from the Universe, we are in communion as we should be. Ain't life funny.