The stars aligned. Levi had two poops on the potty in 12 hours, one last night and then one this morning. I totally wasn't expecting him to actually go, I just thought, well, he might. It's helped to have a book available or to bring the potty out of the bathroom so he doesn't feel so isolated from everyone. (He loves just having people around, not always necessarily interacting with people, but just not to be alone.)

So I thought life was great, his poops were fairly solid, maybe we are out of that horrible mushy poops 5-times-a-day phase... and then I got a present during his morning nap. In his cloth diaper that doesn't just "shake out" of his diaper. ... Pride comes before the fall. I am always reminded that when I'm on top of the world, the bottom is just around the corner. :) But then we had a pee on the potty and that was cool.

Whatever.

Daylight Savings Time is killing me. Whoever freaking thought of the idea didn't have children who take regular naps and have regular bedtimes. I had Levi sleeping in until 7, everything was perfect and sunshine and roses and then evil DST came in and killed it all! So we are slowly pushing back naps and bedtime and trying to get him to sleep later, having to leave him in his crib to cry from 6-6:30 and then 6:30-7, so I think we might be able to push him back, but it's just a lot of unnecessary crying. Poor little fella didn't get the memo. I'm sure a lot of other babies didn't get it either. Oh well, this too shall pass.