"When our daughter Helen was born, our front porch became her first playground. Her nanny, Mimi, would lay quilts on the floor and set up a bouncer in front of our security camera so Ben and I could watch Helen from our phones on set as she bounced 178 times in a row, stopping only to examine a fire truck racing down our street, or to babble at the standard poodle and his owner who walk the block every morning at 10 a.m. No matter where we were during the work day, with our phones and a doorbell camera, we could teleport to Helen on that porch with her Mimi, eating her very first doughnut hole on the porch swing her daddy had built, cooing to the lawnmower quietly in the background, the breeze blowing the smell of the neighbor’s freshly cut grass right onto the front porch." - Erin
