First rides and lakes of poo

So my contractor just showed me a picture of the lake of poo under my house. Oh my God. How could that be going on and not even know about it, other than the occasional whiff of "something"? Well, the good news is the lake goes away today. And not a moment too soon.

We had another good night last night - one wake up to eat around 5 and that's it. I can't say I feel more rested, really - I still wake up a lot (old habits die hard when you're an old dog, huh?) but hopefully this will change if we keep going in this direction. I'm kind of shocked by how quickly this whole new system worked, actually. I expected a lot of crying and set backs, and they may yet come, but so far so good. Last night I even flirted with the idea of not giving him that 5 am feed. But that's pretty ambitious.

This morning I got the fabulous news that my "I **** you" post is going to be featured on BlogHer! Awesome! I don't know how they found me but I am honored. Also hoping I'll pick up some new followers but maybe that's asking too much. That's kind of the reason I didn't participate in the de-lurking that went on yesterday; I was too afraid I'd ask my readers to comment and introduce themselves...and nobody would. Can you say "fear of rejection"? Which is also kind of the underlying theme of my "I **** you" post.

In other news, things moving right along on the upstairs. Boxes for lights and outlets in, floor in, finishing insulation now. I mentioned to the contractor my disappointment that the skylight doesn't open (the contract does say an "operable skylight") and he said he'd either replace it or rig it to open. I think in the summer having that cross breeze will be essential. So I think this is a good guy. He actually listens and does what he says. A rare thing in the building industry!

Yesterday I was too full to put The B on my belly in his carrier while at Target, so I took the chance of putting him in the cart. I don't know why I didn't do this before - like so many things, it really just didn't occur to me. He is a little small for the cart and kept pulling his feet out to sit cross-legged, but was never in danger of falling (I kept my hand on him at all times). All the other mothers had nifty cloth cart inserts to keep their babies safe and clean from germs. Yet another instance of my being The Most Ghetto Mother in the Room.