Hello, any other zombies out there? First feeding of the night. Five hour stretch woot. Then Murphy's Law said whatever can go wrong will and my sweet sleepy milk drunk baby let loose with a poo to test the linits of his diaper and my olfactory system. Even the dog came to investigate the horrible stench emanating from his new baby bff.
And DS cood and smiled through the entire change as if proud of his giant poo, already a man. I should have woken his daddy.
How are you all doing tonight? Murphy's Law anyone?