A tiny person named Jarel* who is currently shaped like a tiny Michelin man,
Entered my yard, in the arms of my neighbor and landlord
She grinning and asking,
Would you like to meet your new neighbors?
I grinned at him, and he grinned back
You’re fresh into the universe! I told him.Â
And squeezed the tiny toes of his little pink fat foot.Â
Hi!
He wiggled for a second, the responded with a hiccup-y,Â
Hi
Not to show a 3 month old I was impressed, i challenged him further
How are you?
Nothing. Satisfied I had proved this baby’s lack of conversation skills, and assuaging my own sense of surprise of how expressive a little Michelin man, fresh into the universe, could be, I pulled his foot and said
And now your turn
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I am thrilled to have a baby neighbor
And also scared
I know they are demanding but also cute
*not his real name, not to protect his tiny identity, but because I forgot.
PS — ya’ll i really be procrastinating with these newsletters sometimes! Sunday comes every week. i kinda didn’t want to send today, because nothing was moving me. But alas, we honoring commitments round here
Consistency sometimes is the HARDEST part of getting into your rhythm