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It was the everyday things that I liked the most about this new stage of my life with Alice. Tiny things like watching Kallie learn, seeing her “walk” from chair to chair and watching the way our friends took care of her were all really nice for me. I wish I had a more eloquent way of describing it, but I don’t. I enjoyed every little thing about having her in our lives.

We still tried to keep a regular work schedule. Well, as much as we possibly could, given our professions. I told ESPN that I’d still do color commentary both on contract and by special request, as long I as could be assured that Kallie would be looked after before I left. I also tried to make sure that my speaking engagements for the Komen Foundation and other cancer-related events were close to home.

Alice still wrote freelance for LA Magazine occasionally, but it was nowhere near what she’d done before Kallie’s birth. She stayed with KCRW too, but only did an episode once every two to three weeks instead of the once a week slot she’d had before. She did get involved in writing some articles for women’s magazines, mostly about motherhood, but she pretty much hated doing that so it didn’t last too long.

“I don’t know what the hell I’m doing,” she told me when Kallie was about seven months old and scooting around the house in her little wheeled chair thingy with the tray that went all the way around. I have no idea what they’re actually called, I always called it the rolling chair and left it at that.

“What do you mean? You’ve been her mom for seven months now,” I replied. While I was nowhere near completely used to having her around yet, I felt like I could write an article on my experiences thus far without too much trouble.

“Yeah, but…I don’t know. I mean, I write the articles so people will read them, and who am I to be giving advice on motherhood? I’m just taking it day by day. I don’t know how else to be,” she said.

I smiled and went over to hug her. “I think you’re doing fine that way. It’s not like we can plan everything out. I think most parents just do the best they can day by day and hope for the best.” She shrugged. “Baby, I have no idea what I’m doing either. But look at her. She’s fine. She’s happy. She smiles and laughs all the time. She eats well and she sleeps all night and she’s really observant. I think we’re doing pretty well, all things considered.”