I've never in my life looked forward to daylight savings time in the spring. In the fall, sure...I'll take an extra hour. But the spring? Never. I always dread it.
Except this year.
This year I am absolutely giddy with excitement over the change.
You see, my darling little boy poops every morning at 4:07 on the dot. EVERY morning. We listen to his grunts for 5 minutes, hear the thunderous poo and then the little relieved giggle afterward lets us know that it's time to get up and change him. We have to change him because within 2 minutes that adorable giggle will turn into a peel-the-paint-off-the-walls scream.
I don't know how to change this rhythm he's found. We've fed him at different times, tried altering his bedtime, but nothing changes the 4:07 am clarion call of defecation.
I can't tell you how much better everything will be for us if that call starts coming at 5 instead of 4.