A test posting

I'm pretty tired right now. Not gonna lie. It's 11:17 at night and I should be in bed. Instead, I'm sitting in the dark in the living room, a fan blowing in air from outside through the patio door, waiting for the temperature reading for Caleb's room to drop a couple degrees. I thought I remembered reading something about how the room was supposed to be between 68 and 72 degrees, and currently it's at 73.

Funny how that one degree make a difference to me now. Granted, I just got done putting him down after a feeding and it didn't seem warm in there. But, that's not what the monitor says, and I'm not taking any chances. If I get it down to a comfortable 70 it will be one less thing for me to worry about as I try to go to sleep.

This morning, I heard him crying from his room at 6:30. The last several mornings, he's been waking up, fussing for about 10 minutes and then going back down until around 8, so, as usual, I let him cry a little bit. Within minutes he (and I) were back to sleep. 

He woke me up again at 7:30. I figure if he's waking up again already, he wants to get up for the day, so I rouse myself and groggily go in there to say good morning. As I walk up to his crib, I catch the very subtle whiff of breastmilk poo (since he doesn't eat solids yet, it usually doesn't smell so bad). Thinking he must have done a number two, I pick him cautiously up out of his crib. The front of his sleeper around his diaper area is soaked in a yellowish-brown stain. So's the sheet below him. (Let me say, too, that obviously this would be a feat if he slept on his back like they say babies should at this age... but, he sleeps on his tummy. Just wanted to clarify that my kid doesn't have gravity defying poo).