Ah, that proverbial tunnel. I've realized there is more than one. Life seems to be a series of tunnels and every one of us are searching for that light at the end of one of them. The tunnel I just reached the end of has to do with baby Max. He finally slept through the night for me! He went to bed at 9pm and woke up at 7:30 this morning. I'm so happy I could do a head spin!
We had another first this morning too. Max's first solid poop. (Aren't you glad you kept reading?) Typical baby poop is more the consistency of rice pudding or mashed potatoes. I was surprised to find something more akin to a couple of Tootsie Rolls. I think Max was a little backed up, because less than 30 minutes later he had a diaper full of mashed potatoes too. But it was interesting to catch an early glimpse of Max the big boy.
Now the odd part. (There is almost always an odd part with me.) Anyone else with kids...does the smell of your baby's poop bring on the urge to visit the bathroom yourself? It does with me. I don't need any laxatives to get moving in the morning, apparently. I just need to sniff Max's butt. That's a little ewww and I have no idea why that happens.
See what happens? I don't write for a long stretch and then all you get is baby poop. *sigh* At least I sat down and wrote SOMETHING. I was afraid I forgot how.