Rafe is 4 months old now.  It's 6:25 am after a windy evening and night.  We have a little routine of sorts, of course always ready to change.  We have just fed the dog, and the cat, and we pressed the start button on a pot of coffee after grinding the beans, measuring the water, and spilling some old grounds on the way to the trash can.  Daddy sleeps.  Baby has pooped.