It’s not that I hadn’t heard of you,
but you weren’t on my radar
during your formation
nor even the first few months
following your debut.
It wasn’t until that diaper change
where I spotted the missing pacifier
and began making my way over—
on hands and knees—to fetch it
that we had our official introduction.
You see, one look at you
in that full-length mirror
caused me to freeze;
yet there you were,
an upside down jello mold
gyrating about to a silent tune,
completely unaware of my discovery
for what seemed like hours
until your slowing jiggle
finally
became
still.
Your performance did not yield applause,
but before I could even form a tear,
two chubby legs entered the reflection,
stealing the show from behind you.
As time passes,
you’re not as noticeable
(especially now that the high-waist look is in).
But, according to our now two babies,
you still make the best pillow.