OLE FELIPE’S not really a baby person, but sometimes you gotta make allowances.
The second generation of the Mexican relatives are mostly in their 20s, so they’re breeding like hamsters.
A baby slept here last night with her mama whose name is Margarita, just like the beverage, frozen or otherwise. This kid is named Paula, and she’s about a month old.
Paula brought her mother from the state capital yesterday due to a baby shower held last night for yet another niece who’s about to deposit yet another Mexican into this world.
For a baby, Paula is remarkable. She is nice and quiet. She sleeps through the night. She minds her own business. If she poops, I have neither seen nor smelled it.
Gracias to Margarita.
I scratched Paula’s head occasionally so she knows she’s not alone in the world. She held my finger.
Paula doesn’t howl. She doesn’t barf. She meditates. If she keeps up the superlative behavior, she can visit again.
When she starts walking, we’ll have to renegotiate. Ambulatory humans below the age of 7 are nuisances.
But I own rope.