Poor Eliza had a rough night. Every time she would fall asleep, we would put her in the crib and she would wake up 10 minutes later. We’re pretty sure she has gas. And to be a baby, she produces very few dirty diapers (only one a day). Maybe I should be happy about that, but it makes for a very unhappy Eliza tummy. To be honest, though, belly issues are the only thing that seems to make her fussy, so I guess we’re lucky.