My brother is watching Momo for a whole weekend so that Kev and I can make the most out of ECCC. He told me he better be in the next How Baby, so here he is, along with his fiancee.

Writing all that out, which I never do because that would be crazy to leave someone, made me realize how many seemingly inconsequential things I’ve learned about Momo. Ours is an uneasy peace, brokered by strange and arcane rituals completely foreign to the outside observer. I mean, I didn’t even talk about the appearance and frequency of her poop, which is by far the most reliable indicator of whether we’re going to have a good day or not.

Some things you just have to learn by doo-doing.