Noah seems to be better.

It happened around 7 pm. I mean, he was on a slow upswing for the hour or so before then, but around 7, maybe 7:30, we got our baby back. Noah was energetic, chipper, enthusiastic, playful, and of course, extremely wide awake.

The exact opposite of the baby who nursed/whined/slept on my lap or curled on my chest all morning. And a far cry from the baby who was curled on the couch when I got home from work, and looked up to cry after I sat down.

We even put him in his costume and he helped answer the door for the trick-or-treaters. He had fun, but saved his applause for the camera. (Clapping is Noah’s new favorite thing to do.)

And now, he is asleep. I will be following momentarily.