I tucked my sleepy Kayleigh into the Moby and headed in. This guy was stocking the shoe shelf and said hi to me when I walked in. I said hi back and proceeded to the kitchen section. I felt a little uneasy when he followed after me, but was completely confused when he pointed to Kayleigh, who had fallen asleep as soon as I put her in the Moby, and said,
"He's an angry baby, isn't he?"
I looked down at my sweet little rosebud, who was smiling in her sleep, and assumed he must be attempting sarcasm.
"Ohh," I said with a smile, "She's a good girl, and I'm thankful for that."
"Well, he's waking me up in the mornings with his crying," He went on.
I stepped back, confused. "Whaaat?"
"You live at _____, right? I'm your neighbor. Apartment #4."
I stammered that I was sorry that she was waking him up, that she's been sick this week, and that I do my best to keep her quiet. The worst part? Our apartment is a stand-alone unit. It doesn't share walls with anyone. AND, #4 is across the walkway from us! These are old buildings, and the walls are very thin.
But, whoever mistakes this little sweetheart for an "angry baby" is incredibly off base.
Smiley Girl (video of some of Kayleigh's first smiles!)
p.s. I found my jelly roll pan! Less than 2 bucks. Yay for thrift stores! But...umm, maybe I'll go to Salvation Army next time.