Noah -- who has made a full recovery and is back at school today, probably contracting the next bacterial scourge as I type this -- slept for less than eight hours but more than three, as I heard him conversing until midnight with an imaginary scary goblin who lives in his closet and is his new best friend in the world, because he's a NICE scary goblin. They go on ADVENTURES. Shut the DOOR, Mama. I BUSY.
I am pretty sure the scary goblin is actually the garden gnome from our neighbor's yard.
I have no idea how he ever got so hopped up last night. It's like someone was ordering him to dance until he collapsed headfirst into the furniture in exhaustion right before bedtime, or something.
Noah's Dance from amalah on Vimeo.
(Totally gratuitous footage of the baby doing absolutely nothing of interest is at the end. You're welcome.)
(Also, yes, we are out of butter. Thanks for the update, Jase.)