The setting is ideal. A coastal villa just outside of Puerto Vallarta, Mexico. It's a perfect place for our family reunion. Breezy rooms open up to a green courtyard complete with a hammock, stone tables and a crystal clear pool. Steps from the courtyard lead directly to the warm ocean waters. The grounds are filled with a variety of trees and plants, even a towering mango tree which drops sweet ripe fruit throughout the day.

Once all of this would have been perfect. But my wife and I are traveling with Arden, our 14-month-old daughter. Arden has recently learned to walk, and quickly thereafter, to run. She stumbles and tumbles with the careless enthusiasm of a drunk college co-ed. Her presence changes the landscape. The refreshing pool is transformed into a gaping death-hole, falling mangos are skull crushing projectiles, and the ocean is hell itself beckoning toddlers to its watery...
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