He cried for a while. I went in his room and rubbed his head and put the passer back in his mouth. Then he cried again about 10 minuets later. This time he grabbed my hand and held it next to his ear. I let him calm down and left the room again. Then he was quiet so I had to go check on him. He was staring at the ceiling sucking on his lip. The next time he cried I gave him his bottle and he fell asleep pretty quick.
Its now 3 hours later, he is sleeping in his big boy bed, and guess who is lonely. I told John and he asked if I was getting post pardon. Unless that is a secret vacation, then I guess I am just kinda sad. Maybe a phone call in the middle of the night wouldnt be so bad.