Well, in the wake of the police officer visit, we decided a little marketing would be a good thing. I made some lovely blueberry muffins, attached a note, and we walked over to the neighbor's house. If it was our new neighbor who was "concerned about the welfare of a child," then we wanted to give her the opportunity to meet us and hopefully see us as a normal, pleasant family with a young baby. Baby Z pulled out all the stops, giving her smiles and reaching out his hand to her. He was charming, healthy, active and free of bruises.
Besides our guerilla marketing, we also did some recon and got a better feel for our new neighbor. Both John and I thought it was even more likely that it was her who called the police. Her personality definitely seemed like she would do something rather than sit and wait, and she seemed extremely aware of the noises in her new neighborhood. Fair enough. I will choose to appreciate her watchful concern as a good attribute to have in a neighbor. Otherwise, she was very pleasant and friendly and I dont think we will have any problems.
Phew. I'm glad that's over with. Hopefully I can relax again and not freak out about Baby Z crying too loud or too long.
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And here we have proof that you are not the kind to just sit and wait either. Way to take charge. She actually sounds like a good neighbor for parents of precious chillun.
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