The radio silence doesn’t mean anything, except that I’m tired.

I went to a talk last night, and Noah didn’t enjoy himself as much as when he and Jill solo’d when I was in California. To put it mildly.

Noah shrieked like a tiny little banshee for a couple of hours, nearly driving Jill insane. He didn’t crash until she’d been driving around for almost an hour and it was after 10 pm. Poor mommy!

Fortunately, he seemed ok this morning, if extra clingy. He woke up at 6, and fell back asleep for an extra 1.5 hours nursing.
This velcro stage is hard. On everyone.