After a quick trip to back to Alexa’s bed, I make my way back to the living-room, now enrobed in her floral-print comforter. And while it’s no Versailles glide, a slow and steady tip-toe toward the kitchen seems to keep the jiggle physics to a minimum.

I still haven’t figured out why everything feels so unbalanced, but the pace makes for one less distraction while I slink up to a countertop overflowing with breakfast goodies.