Irregular My dear, sweet son has had a miserable time adjusting to his new daycare. So much so, he couldn't or wouldn't allow his bowels to move while he was there. Nice topic, I know - but it really makes it clear just how affected he has been by this. Today, thank goodness, he decided he could trust his new caretakers enough to loosen up and go for the first time in the six days he has been there.

He still cries at drop off - and even at the notion of being dropped off. I suspect he will for a long while to come - but, at least subconsciously, he is accepting the change. Something that seemed so unlikely at this time last week.

Hallelujah! Hooray for poop!  ¶ 21:21