Why I like my neighbors

So I was making some dinner the other night – chicken and a really great salad. I opened the fridge to get out the salad dressing and guess what? No dressing. I cleaned out the fridge recently and apparently forgot to replenish the dressing supply. So I went downstairs to my neighbors’ house and borrowed some. Dinner tragedy: Averted. I finally painted my bedroom and because of the vaulted ceilings, I needed an extension ladder. Borrowed it from my neighbor.

It made me think about how I’m happy that I have great neighbors. At all of my other places, I never knew anyone who lived around me. But here, I know pretty much everyone in my building. We all moved in at the same time, because it was a new build and we all closed around the same time, plus, most of us are about the same age. I ended up being really good friends with the aforementioned downstairs neighbors, Mark and Katie. They’re cool, and I like having neighbors that I actually talk to and like. Mark has a little boy from his first marriage, named Kyle. Kyle is 5, and quite possibly the cutest little thing ever. He’s this tiny little blonde guy with these BIG brown eyes and a charming little boy squeaky voice. He also has a typical little kid speech impediment, where he can’t say certain letters correctly. He has a hard time with “k” and “r”.

Which brings me to the best Kyle story ever. We had just moved in and one evening, Mark and one of his buddies were moving his new couch into the house. Kyle was with them and I was out on my balcony. I asked if Kyle wanted to come up and visit the kitties so he’d be out from underfoot downstairs. So Kyle troops up the stairs and comes in. He takes off his shoes and wanders around, looking at the house. He played with the cats and I put a movie in for him. I got him a snack and he was all set up. Every once in a while, he’d go out on the balcony to see what his dad was doing, and so at one point, he goes out and sees Mark and he yells “Daddy! Daddy! I saw the titties! There’s a big titty and a little titty!!” Mark and I look at each other and I’m like “It was the cats! THE CATS! He saw the cats!!” And we’re totally cracking up. When Mark came to get him later, Kyle asked if he could bring his Bronco slippers to my house because he wanted to stay. HE IS SO ADORABLE. (I later told my friend Ladonna about it, and she’s like “dude, it’s obvious he was talking about the CATS – there are no little titties at your house!” Heh. Sorry. Was that too much information?) So yeah. It’s cool to have good neighbors. I know we’re all going to move away sooner or later, but for now, at least I lived by great people at my first house. Right? This picture is from last year I think. I can't remember. But HOW ADORABLE is he?